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... ff in his hand. He looked exactly as one would expect a magus to look.
As one of the rarest and strongest kinds of people on the continent, this magus had inherited one of their stereotypical flaws: their arrogance. He looked at the three mercenaries with a gaze of contempt, but when his eyes trailed to the leather-armor-clad woman with a sexy figure, lust flashed past his eyes for a brief moment.
Kurdak noticed his gaze and furrowed his brow. His impression of the four p ...
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