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Rebirth of the Death Knight

The Fall of a Kingdom. From a magnificent and glorious kingdom, only to have it in ruin because of the demonic beasts' rampage. The final commander of the army, Lawrence Von Carrion, could only grit his teeth in bitterness. Had he lived properly in his youth, maybe the current scenarios would have changed. However, all he had left was a final breath and his sword decorated with skeleton skulls to assist him. Before succumbing to his death, Lawrence could only accept his death in grief. But was that the end? **Every 100ps = author can relax and no update** **Also a warning, this novel treads on gray/dark theme. Not your typical fantasy novel.** Lawrence: Can you believe this lazy author to be this shameless? He's stripping my screen time appearance!

Idczhen · Fantaisie
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55 Chs

Mana Oath

The atmosphere in the back room was tense and palpable. It was clear that the clarification Lawrence had made confused Emma more than previously. 

"If you're not trying to target me, or possibly reveal this fact, then what is your goal?" Emma asked, her expression remained firm and steady. 

It would be ridiculous if she simply believed Lawrence's words on the spot, given that they had just met and he had already forced himself on her, kissing her on the lip.

Just how much could he be hiding? 

"Also, did you send for Martin Ravenwood earlier to create that show?" Emma then asked, seemingly thinking Martin Ravenwood was someone he had sent. 

After all, Martin Ravenwood was like a sacredy cat that had just seen its nemesis, running away the moment he appeared in the scene with quite the dramatic entrance.