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My friend wants to be an Inn owner

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[ spiritual perception: you have sensed that the 'hand of mist' has the aura of destruction, eternal silence, ice, and other psychic spells. Anyone who is touched by the 'hand of mist' will be instantly crushed into ice fragments ... ]

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A strong throbbing feeling surged in his heart.

Roger's eyes were filled with vigilance.

The next second.

That fair and flawless hand gently pointed at Roger!

"Die!"

A mocking voice resounded in the world.

It sounded like a reprimand from a patient who had been sick for a long time.

In that instant.

An extremely cold aura enveloped Roger.

The surrounding temperature was dropping at a visible rate.

In the void.

Blizzards appeared.

Within a few breaths.

Everything that Roger could see with his naked eyes had turned into silver.

In the castle.

Lakeside Village.

Lake of tranquility.

And those messy ruins ...

All of this had been dyed into the glory of the North!