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... d the door, and what greeted him was a spacious room that had a bed made out of quality wood. A pale, pudgy, and slightly drunken man was lying on the bed, apparently asleep. His chest heaved as his snores rocked the room, and a petite servant was staying beside him.
“The baron is fine. Good.” Grant heaved a sigh of relief. “I must be crazy to believe those witchers.”
His worries were not unfounded, however. If anything were to happen to Ignatius, the bloodline of the Verrieres famil ...
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