Chapter 213
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So, after counting all the possibilities, Caster decided to join the line led by the sun elf not because he wished to flirt , to talk to her but because he thought he would be the one to cross the rules if

he wanted to.

Because of renovation, loud noises and crowding, he had to spend 45 minutes in the store before he could get to the front though his muscles were aching and his spirit remained firm.

"Good afternoon! The Lowfield Adventurer’s Guild – glad to see you! How can I assist you today?" The elf smiled at Caster warmly and though the man looked weary, his eyes had the brilliance of a man who wakes up every morning happy to go to work.

Caster made sure he maintained a very non-threatening tone of voice. There’s also a small joker tailored to adventurers: “I’d like to have an adventurer’s card made”. Oh, my old one I have misplaced it somewhere along the process.”

I was deep into my storytelling, getting fully involved in the rules I had just established in this fantastical wor
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