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"I have forgiven you."
"Unknown, my king..."
Lord of the Birch Trees lifted his head, his appearance was handsome, resembling a knowledgeable scholar or professor in his thirties.
"Are you, consuming people?"
Bailuo connected with the other's consciousness, and they both saw and felt the identity of the other—Master of Miracles.
"No, no, no."
Lord of the Birch Trees raised his finger while closing his eyes as if listening to a magnificent symphony: "This is art, a graceful indulgence."
Madman!
Bailuo couldn't fathom the thoughts of the person before him.
This also meant that Yatun and the White Birch Tree were destined to be enemies.
Each Master of Miracles had their own character, some were kind, some evil, some mad, and some naively simple. Those of similar nature would ally, while those divergent were destined to be enemies.
"Are you trying to steal something from me?"
