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[ prompt: are you willing to follow the verbal instructions of the ancient One, villan, and become his disciple? ]
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What was there to think about?
Roger directly selected [confirm ]!
The next second.
A satisfied voice rang in his ears.
"As expected of my successor."
now, get up and leave that house. Head north along the main road in the center of the village.
"I will wait for you by the resting Lake."
He said.
The voice gradually turned into a faint, traceless groan.
The last sentence was echoing in Roger's mind like-demon's voice.
"I'll wait for you ..."
"I'll wait for you ..."
"I'll wait for you ..."
Roger shook his head and nimbly stood up from the broken bed under the moonlight.
At the head of the bed.
The immortal stem soap seemed to have realized something.
It wriggled over with difficulty.
"Master, don't ..."
Its voice was ruthlessly sealed.
