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"I'll get you a cushion next time," Lind said to Lania.
"What?" Lania asked, puzzled.
But Lind had already waved his hand and was striding forward.
"My lord!" "My lord!"
Peel and Pim hastened to his side upon seeing Lind.
"My lord, Miss Tione is waiting for you!" Peel winked at Lind.
Lind gave him a sidelong glance, but Peel just chuckled, his smile one that all men would understand.
He did not wish to have too much contact with Tione.
Because it was dangerous.
Neither party had any superfluous emotions to speak of.
There was a Dragonization Tree in the front courtyard of the Royal Palace, which might have originally been a camphor or something else, but those afflicted with the dragon transformation disease must have been terribly itchy at first; they would scratch the itch and then find the cursed areas oozing a mucus that gradually mutated their limbs.
Then they would find a place to rub and scratch.
