Cork Street

Angor stepped out of Hurricane Shop with his head lowered. He felt his heart bleeding after working so hard for nothing.

It seemed that Irisa wanted to use this "fake" Crimson Crown to fulfill her plans. Angor didn't care about her plan. This wasn't because of Sunders' warning. It was just that, every time he thought about this matter, he just wished to travel back in time and kick his old self's face for thinking more than what he needed to.

He was determined that from now on, each time he helped someone with a favor, he would make sure to clarify every single detail before getting to it.

An entire month! Well, almost an entire month.

He could have used the precious time for many better things. Technically speaking, he still learned a lot of extra runes by reading the book thoroughly. Still, he'd prefer that it did not work out in this way.

"Sighhhh."

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