Path of Dragons - Chapter 18Book 1: : The Power of a Druid

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

The day of marriage. Lifting the sedan chair to the door, he lightly lifted the sedan curtain, but he saw no newcomer, only a piece of paper pressed under a stone.

Looking at her flamboyant font, his thousand-year-old pupils faintly spurted out a few flames. good very good. On his perfect and impeccable face, there was a faint smile, not angry but smiling.

However, no one saw the hidden chill in that smile. That woman dared to run away from marriage, he would let her know the consequences of doing so.

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“Wife! Come here!”“No!”She always thought he was aloof, but after getting the marriage certificate, the aloof military king immediately transformed into a wife-doting maniac.The husband indulges his wife in countless ways, Lily Turner finds it extremely exhausting, her protests go unheard, her pleas are ineffective, she wants to escape, but whenever she tries to climb the wall, it rises higher, leaving her in tears!When asked about the reason for his limitless indulgence, the young master responds astonishingly, “The one who dared to trick me into marriage, it's only her!”The woman beside him rolls her eyes at him: she is the one who got deceived, okay?

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur.