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82. A grasp of the task at hand

Nobody reacted to this silent murder, in fact, no one noticed. Blood splattered around as the onyx haired man’s blade stayed inside the poor chef’s throat. He gently pulled it out and went behind the bar and kneeled down, after which a yellow light started glowing.

What the fuck!? Did that just seriously happen?! 

Andrey silently lurked behind one of the columns that held on to the weight of the construction.

The tall courtesy figure stood up from the dead body and Andrey noticed a relieved smile on his face. Then he simply moved to the closest person to him and swung his blade for a deadly attack.

To the mysterious figure, a black blade crossed his and stopped him from assaulting another person.

“No!” Andrey growled.

The man’s face had sharp features and a handsome look, but what immediately grabbed the black-dressed battlemage’s attention was the color of the eyes that hid underneath a few locks of his black hair.

So unnatural… his le

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