Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Teresa had always found banquets a bother.
Due to her powerful Hextongue, Teresa mainly relied on her writings to communicate with others. She could get most of her message across without trouble, but the efficiency was terrible, especially during social events. It was hard for her writing to keep up with conversations during social events, and others needed time to read her writings too.
For that reason, she would always have an interpreter beside her to read her messages to facilitate conversation. The problem was that students weren’t allowed to bring outsiders into Saint Freya Academy, so Teresa couldn’t bring her interpreter with her.
This made it hard for her to hold a conversation, especially when the other party was the star of the banquet.
Don’t go.
Roel was surprised by the notebook that suddenly appeared before him. He lowered his head and looked at the pink-haired woman grabbing his sleeves.
Due to her inability to speak, Teresa could only use her physical actions to draw Roel’s attention. It was embarrassing for her to grab another person’s sleeves in such a formal setting, but there was no denying its effectiveness.
Knowing the difficulties Teresa faced in communication, Roel first informed Paul and the others, who were waiting for him by the side, that he had some business to deal with. Then, he led Teresa to one of the seats by the side of the room, where she could take her time writing her message.
Roel’s consideration touched Teresa’s heart, and she flashed him a radiant smile. She picked up her quill and began writing down her message.
Mister Roel, I’d like to relay my deepest gratitude to you about William’s affairs.
“You don’t have to thank me. I just did what I wanted to.”
That might be the case, but what you have done changed William’s fate. I feel indebted to you as her older sister, so I ask you to accept my gratitude.
“Alright. It’s William’s fortune to have a caring older sister like you.”
Roel casually remarked as he glanced at the armored knight surrounded by fans some distance awa
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