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Just moments ago, the nobles here had envied this so-called fortunate soul, chosen by the Borgia Family.
But now—
As they met those deep, pitch-black eyes, an involuntary chill crawled up their spines.
They looked at the slender, black-haired young man before them—
And what they saw was not a boy, but a specter.
A ghost that had crawled out of the inferno of Ceylan.
—
But Ailora was not afraid.
She merely stepped beside Xia Ya, ...
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