Before he could be happy, he saw the scene around him.
His face instantly darkened.
“Brat, is this how you welco ?”
He was once a Stage 5 mber of the Seven Nations Alliance. There were eight familiar faces with weapons in their hands, looking at him warily.
As for why there were eight people, why not nine people, and where did the missing one go?
Stage 5 [Heavy Armor Warrior], Milton, who had just successfully enchanted his soul, didn’t ask. He knew that since he wasn’t here, he was afraid that he was killed already.
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