Aria never expected her power to grow this much.
When he played with others, he was no match for the boy's strength, and without Pochi's protection, his body was weaker than the boy's.
All of his physical strength es from protecting animals or directly using God's powers.
Despite this, his body was at the level of a child.
However, the other person's words were not like him, and the red mark on his hands was not a lie.
He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask the contestants, so Aria let him ask them.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
what's your problem
Bai Lian held her small hand and said in fear.
Why do you say a week? Why is so much money being brought back?
Counting time, your work starts in a week, little love. See here.
When Byrian moved the little finger of his left hand, a magic book appeared next to him, but Aria threw it away as if it had been hit by fire.
Is this the Book of Azathoth?
Although the appearance was different, the magic power was different, and the love that covered it was also different, and Aria understood what this grimoire was.
However, it was actually just another group, the Book of Azathoth.
In other words, the other person has to play God's game.
Aria was shocked.
I don't know why, but there seems to be a reaction in his body.
Aria looked at Villian.
He looked into Alya's eyes again and spoke quietly.
Yes, but since they don't know you own the book, the money can be considered payment.
Because what you do really depends on what you encounter.
When Bai Lian said this, Alia still couldn't think of anything other than her two main tasks.
If it has anything to do with Arcane City, it's the letter my sister forced on me, and if it has anything to do with Windmill Town, it's probably human agency.
Why did I receive such an invitation and why did I e to Windmill Town? It's the man's fault.
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