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Chapter 47 — History

"Hm? that staff!" Izreel picked up the Elven Elder's staff.

"You have the Great Shaman's staff? no! no! It's just a cheap imitation of the original" Izreel mumbled.

The Elven Elder crawled out of a crater, looking all bloodied.

"Great Sir Dragon, we come in peace!" he dropped to his knees, his old eyes flashing with fear.

"Then why was that elf attacking my host?" Izreel pointed at the Elven beauty who was hiding behind the well of vitality.

"It must have been a misunderstanding. Our Saintess must've thought he wanted to steal from the Well of vitality. That must be why she attacked him!" the Elven Elder hurriedly explained.

"Did you say Saintess? do you have a Saintess in this world?!" Izreel cried in astonishment.

Stretching his long limbs, he picked up the Elven beauty hiding behind the well of Vitality, bringing her close to his face.

"Saintess, don't panic!" the Elven Elder consoled the Elf Saintess who tried struggling out of Izreel's grip.

"Stay put!" Izreel brought the Elf Sai
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