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An Explorer's Guide (BL)

Completed! =) Healing is not just healing, it is also politics. Edwin had heard it all, had repeated it time and time again. He did not want to accept those words. They were vile, they were poisonous. A necromancer such as himself had no right to become a healer, he still did his best. An altruist like him had no place in the service of the king as Boliarin. He still refused to give up the title, for fear that someone else would take it, and plunge Duria into chaos. All his life, he had played by the rules. Even when he suffered losses, even when he believed he could not look himself in the mirror. Everyone has a breaking point. Edwin did not lie to himself. He was calm, but not sane. The camel's back had long since been broken. And yet, when his ray of moonlight, the vampire Hadrian, offered to travel with him, Edwin agreed. He lets himself pretend he was good, hoping he might lie to himself one of those days. Would Harry be enough to stop him from darkening the world? Or would he end up just another villain, who had once been bright-eyed and hopeful? The story is complete, and has 109 chapters in total, around 1k each. Updates: 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. Thank you for your time! =)

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Chapter 61: The attack

Jorg looked left, then right. He could swear that someone was following him. Was it someone who didn't like his information? Perhaps. Or maybe it was that librarian? He never liked it when Jorg checked out the same book again and again.

But he could go suck on a lemon for all Jorg cared. The mage hummed and went back home. It was shabby on the outside, with peeling paint and mud-covered windows, but it was luxurious on the inside.

Jorg threw away his moth-eaten robe and his hat. Underneath, he wore a good quality wool pair of pants and a sweater. Perfect for home, where no one would ask him where he got his money from.

Perhaps it was a mistake to tell the kid. But he saw, so what was the harm? Jorg patted his pocket where the fifty-silver jingled merely. A slow day, but fifty silvers were enough for a good meal.