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Chapter 175 - 4 - Small Problem Always Happen
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... sh to the back garden.
A cloud of black smoke rose high, along with the smell of burnt meat. From a distance, I saw my mother holding her magic staff actively casting fire magic that burned the holes left by the rat colonies.
Seeing the holes from the rats’ digs and emitting hot pillars of fire, I could feel that my mother wanted to burn down this back garden. Because winter had ended and this was the beginning of spring, my mother’s activities had threatened the seedlings that w ...
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