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... ame?”

“Mo…Molly! Sir!” Witnessing Leylin using the Cloud of Afterlife to torture Torash in such an unthinkable manner, the female acolyte yielded very quickly.

“Very good! Molly! Go up there and take down the severed head of the enemy who tried to murder your friend!”

“No! You can’t do this! Molly is still a kid! I! I will be able to do it for her….”

Bicky stood up.

* Xiu! * At the same time, an arrow shot past the fine hair beside her ears, flying to a distanc ...

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