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
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
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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