Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Claude was going through information reports pertaining to Blood Feast's activities. A mountain of paperwork had already piled up on his desk, sorted by priority and relevance.
Some of these had already been sorted and stamped for delivery to other departments and the elders, but there was still much more waiting to be dealt with.
Information on Blood Feast was of a high priority and that also meant that his work this afternoon had merely begun.
That very morning, he had just retired from the battlefield of that clean-up operation and rushed back to work.
This goes to show that life at Secret Rite Tower's Intelligence Branch was no easy job... In truth, Claude felt that he might go bald at a young age and was very worried about his hairline.
Claude's daily resentment reached its peak every day when he got up and observed his receding hairline.
"I sometimes really suspect that he accepted me as a disciple just so he could have free labor," Cluade muttered to himself and sighed, slamming a file into the done pile.
Beep—
His communications device beeped at this moment.
Claude froze, then immediately took out his communications device. His face turned rigid when he saw the display screen.
Boss Lin!
Claude picked up the call and heard Lin Jie's opener. "Hello, police? There's going to be a problem with the Church of the Dome."
Claude was dumbfounded and the communications device nearly slipped out of his hands.
Church of the Dome?!
What's wrong with them? How have they offended him?
Wait a moment!
Is the bookstore owner behind the recent attack on the Church of the Dome as well as the destruction of the Seventh Parish Chapel?!
It all makes sense if that is so!
Come to think of it, only Boss Lin has this sort of power... Why did you all have to get involved with him for no reason?!
The Truth Union's incident had barely passed and Claude had even been called down to deal with the nephew of the Truth Union's chairman not too long ago — that bunch of 'Truth-seeker' rascals had vis
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