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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.

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Chapter 66: The city of Lueurre.

A carriage that reeked of luxuriousness moved across a valley.

A strange valley that looked natural, felt natural, but was anything but natural.

The valley...it was mystifying.

It was blinding.

So full of natural mana, that some even suspect if it was actually natural mana.

But of course, the carriage didn't stop or even slow down to appreciate the valley's mystic beauty.

It simply blew past the valley, its steeds, a pair of demonic horses, the best steeds available, pulled the carriage with such strength that within minutes they were out of the valley, into the plains.

The sunlight from the three suns that was blocked in the valley, fell on the carriage again, causing the Rayne to squint his chestnut-colored eyes.

But even with sunlight falling straight in his eyes, he didn't close them. Not because he was too committed to his job or he was afraid of the carriage going off track.

No, that wasn't it.