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RECORDS OF TRUE MAGIC

A book that foretells bloodshed and the world’s apocalypse falls into the hands of a notorious crew, led by a seemingly weak captain with a hidden past. Follow Jafar Ruziel as he embarks on a perilous journey to unearth the mysteries of true magic, facing treacherous enemies, ancient secrets, and the looming threat of global destruction. Will he unlock the book’s secrets in time, or will its dark prophecy come to pass?

Drjeath · Kỳ huyễn
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20 Chs

Lahrim,Queen sima,and quddar

The next day, in the capital of Lahrim Kingdom...

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A breathtakingly beautiful woman, around 23 years old, reclined in a luxurious bathtub. Her face was a vision of perfection—high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes with a mesmerizing deep emerald hue, and lips as delicate as rose petals. Her skin was flawless, smooth like porcelain, with a natural glow that seemed to radiate light. Around her, five maids attended to her, carefully washing her with scented oils, their hands moving with reverence as if they were handling a goddess.

Suddenly, the massive doors of the opulent bath chamber creaked open.

A dwarf entered the room, his presence demanding immediate attention. He had a long, flowing beard, white as snow, which nearly touched the ground. His eyes gleamed with a fierce, roaring aura, and despite his small stature, he exuded an immense power that filled the room. However, upon realizing where he had entered, he quickly turned his back, shielding his eyes from the sight before him.

"Curse me!" he muttered under his breath, "Curse me for betraying the rules of this palace!"

The woman remained silent, her gaze cool and unyielding as she rose from the water. Her tall, elegant frame stood with confidence, bubbles clinging to her skin in just the right places, adding to her allure. With a single snap of her fingers, the sound echoed through the vast chamber, and from behind each curtain, maids appeared. They numbered a hundred in total, swiftly moving to close every door and window, sealing the room from any prying eyes.

One maid approached with a pure white cotton towel, its softness evident as it absorbed the water from her delicate skin. The towel gently wiped away the bubbles, leaving her standing there, unabashed, in her natural form. Her body was the epitome of beauty—curved in all the right places, her skin like silk, and her posture exuding an almost regal grace.

The woman's voice was commanding yet smooth as she spoke, "I urge you to turn and look at me."