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The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 326
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... nd any weapon known. Injured with proud battle scars, the smell of sweat and iron spread the warrior’s spirit.
“Lady Serene,” a deep voice that sounded as if scraping the bottom of a bucket came from behind a counter. “I didn’t expect to have thee here so early,” cigar in mouth, an eye-patched wolf beastman.
“Jazl,” nodded the lady who took a strong step forward, “-I’m here for the initiation of recruits.”
“Ay,” he puffed and stared the counter, “-they the lasses of Clair ...
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