Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Today’s Thunderbuzz City, a fief of the Lyon Kingdom’s Duke Campelle, was as peaceful and bustling as always
Ships puffing out steam sailed to and fro the port. Coolies with their bare tops moved boxes of goods from the deck to markets or workshops. Under vibrantly dyed cloths were vendors selling all kinds of little toys and accessories.
The prosperity permeating the city could be credited to the man riding on a huge war steed, galloping on the main street under ribbons and lanterns with a platoon of knights.
His name was Aaron Campelle.
It was not too hard to deduce from his name that he was the fief lord.
Other than being a vassal of the Lyon Kingdom, he had also been conferred as Saint Sisto’s god elect… or to put it in more conventional terms, a hero.
Not long ago, he slew the demon king wreaking havoc on the outskirts of Thunderbuzz City.
Despite being in his seventies, he remained as valiant as he was back then. Many suspected that Duke Campelle might have overcome his bottleneck as a Diamond-tier and advanced to Amethyst or even Master-tier.
“Praise Saint Sisto! Praise the holy light!”
“Long live Duke Campelle!”
“Long live the duchy!”
“Long live the Lyon Kingdom!”
Cheers, applause, and whistles filled the street.
To welcome the victorious heroes back, the youths along the streets tossed fresh flowers into the sky, and old farmers and city dwellers cheered with all their might.
Duke Campelle subtly nodded with a poised smile in response to the warm welcome, reminiscent of a stern, authoritative, but kind father.
The people of Thunderbuzz City adored him, especially Saint Sisto’s believers. They would throw themselves at him and kiss his feet if he allowed it.
But not everyone celebrated Duke Campelle and his knights.
Along the corridors of the city hall, the potbellied mayor lit a cigar while leaning against the windowsill. He looked at the old but still dashing duke with envious eyes.
“Look at how nauseating those fools are acting… They are acting as if it was the roosters’ crowing that hoisted the sun into
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