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Dance with the Nightingale

The Nightingale. The beauty and the taboo existing together. Unattainable and unacceptable. An existence only to be admired from afar. A hero of legends but a also a girl of tragedy. Shining like a star in the sky, all alone, forever… -But that’s too sad isn’t it? * Our MC, an ordinary middle aged man, is an author that wrote books and after pouring 2 years of hard work in a book, his hardwork finally bore fruit as his book got the second prize in the regional awards. A fruit that he couldn't eat. Why? Because he along with hard work, he also poured his piss somewhere he shouldn't and died. Exactly how? Read the prologue, and you will find out~ But of course, that's only the start, as the next time he woke up... He was in another world. Follow the guy as he turns from a middle aged author to a Young Master in a magical world. *** Hey guys author here… It’s my first novel, but I will try to make this good. Good luck me. Vote this book with power stones, it really helps with your support. Before giving up please read Prologue and 1st 10 chapters. Also I have set up prologue to be a bit funny and ridiculous, so, don't mind next chapter won't be like that. My discord server link: https://discord.gg/8dvVYW8QUn P.S.: I don't own the cover art, whoever does can take credit for it.

Kisara_Hiroto · Fantasi
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Chapter 83: A Clue

[Lower City of Lueurre, the North-Western District, the Slums]

[Evening]

[Rayne's POV]

Despite what happened today, the slums in Lueurre didn't feel any different. And it was somewhat reasonable.

The people here were already used to fear of death.

Walking through the slums, with only a piece of paper in my hand, I wondered if the information Claire had given me was correct or not.

Cause till now, even after half an hour of searching, I hadn't seen a single building that even resembled like a runesmithing lab, not to mention the constant pickpocketing attempts that kids here tried to do.

-Snap

With a flick of my wrist I swatted another kid's hand that got too close to my pocket, before the figure walking behind me asked a question, "Are you sure we are on the correct path?"

'That's what I am wondering.', I thought, but of course I didn't say that.

"We just have to take the next right, and then the left to get there.", I actually said.