The decision-maker of the Shadow District, an old man who seemed to be frail and on the brink of death, was standing in front of the library without moving an inch. His face looked somewhat distorted, and his eyes were full of anger.
"Sacred Spirit, this treasure that I carefully crafted from the souls of ten Dawn Paladins I killed myself, I have to give it to this greedy human, unforgivable..."
"Greed is the original sin, the original sin! Damn humans, they can even resist the Demon's Voice..."
"A little bit more, just a little bit more, as long as I can destroy the Magic Array, I can truly gain freedom. This time it was the closest..."
"Go on, with just one sword stroke, the array can be destroyed. Your strength has already gained my approval, and it should be able to destroy this Magic Array that has imprisoned me for more than ten years..."
"Freedom, the breath of freedom. I feel like I have already touched it in advance..."
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