"The dungeon…?" Her countenance became grimmer with that sentence, Elizabeth raised her wariness while she gazed at Noserdan. Yet, seeing the latter's clear eyes, Elizabeth began to relax and said, "But you won't do it, right?" "That's right," confirming Elizabeth's query, Noserdan continued, "If I wanted to, I wouldn't treat you like a guest in my own abode. Few rotten apples doesn't make the rest just as bad." Sighing in relief, Elizabeth tilted her head and asked, "So… Do you have something in mind to make me look not so suspicious to others?" "Unfortunately, I don't," Noserdan replied without skipping a beat, as if he already expected Elizabeth's question, "Us centaurs, was the kind of race w
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