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 Dear Francis:
 Nora stole something from me again. Although I took precautions, it seems now that I just fell into her trap. The cunning druid has succeeded again.
 My letter is not just to share this interesting story with you, my friend. This time, what Nora took was very special and dangerous.
 She stole my [Crimson Holy Emblem], a ritual badge containing the power of Veltis. The followers of the Crimson God once used this holy symbol to perform rituals to indicate their identity. After I received the "gift" from the Crimson God, this Holy Emblem became a burden to me, so I put it in an unimportant place, and now, Nora took it away for some reason. This piece of wooden handicraft is worthless on the market.
 I have never mentioned the meaning behind the crimson holy symbol to anyone, and Nora is not supposed to know. So what really worries me is the undercurrent behind the theft of the Holy Emblem. Who was she seduced by? Who else but me understood the power of the Crimson God and took action. I'm reminded of the rumors you shared with me a few months ago about the resurgence of cultists. At the time I dismissed it as a false rumor, and now I just hope the worst doesn't happen. Contact with the followers of the Demon God is definitely the most dangerous social endeavor, and Nora's situation is very dangerous.
 I didn't even dare to pray, because these might be what the crimson god would like to see happen.
 I have been to Nora's secluded cabin. It is clean and there are all signs that she is about to embark on a planned long journey. After writing this letter, I will also pursue her clues and try to find her before everything goes bad.
 Francis Blade, my miraculous friend, if your magic works again and you find Nora Sebas before me and capture her, please beat her up and take this with me worries.
 Your loyal friend, apprentice, beneficiary
 John Camp
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 John picked up the clay tablet that had been written with orchid juice and walked out of the darkroom. He came to the front desk of the reading room and greeted the waiter wearing round glasses.
 The dark elves only had a business-like attitude towards John, and their contempt did not lessen after taking over John's purse.
 John handed her the square clay tablet, and the dark elf raised his glasses to carefully examine the blank clay tablet in the sunlight. Those magic glasses can only see the area where the secret potion is applied, but not the content. When Francis conveyed this method of communication to himself, John expressed surprise at the fluorescence unique to the dark elves, an underground race. They fully embody the cunning character of the underground race in the sophistication of their secret codes.
 "To whom?" The waitress took out a goose quill brush dipped in magic potion and hung it on the clay, waiting for an answer.
 "Francis Blade."
 "Dark Reaper?" The dark elf's tone changed a little.
 "Hmm...is that his title?" John thought for a moment and felt that this title was more in line with Francis' temperament.
 "That was his crime...it could also be used as a title." She wrote Francis' name on the clay tablet in the ancient Elvish language to ensure that only he could read it. Afterwards, the dark elf placed the sealed clay tablet on the highest level of the bookshelf behind him and reminded John at the same time.
 "The storage period is five days. You can overwrite it after that and you will be charged again."
 Because the potion will dry after five days.
 After finishing his work, the dark elf couldn't wait to ring the bell next to him, and two guards immediately walked into the reading room and "invited" John out.
 Walking on the street, John saw two dark elf slave-catching teams passing by, and accidentally exchanged glances with the shackled human slaves among them. The numbness in the eyeballs made people feel distressed.
 This is not a good sign, and John usually doesn't notice these negative signs at all. He took a few deep breaths, letting the cold air enter his trachea and scrape at his lungs like a knife.
 He was going crazy. After learning that the Crimson Holy Emblem was stolen, John felt his hands and feet were cold, as if he had returned to the days of being on tenterhooks on the Juancrete Plains. The knowledge he painstakingly researched, the magic gained from collecting blood, and the armor built with strength were easily penetrated by fear. The absurd thought that nothing had changed over the years gave me a headache.
 "Calm down, John." The warlock accepted the prying eyes from around him and continued to move forward pretending that nothing happened.
 "It's much better now than before. Yes, I have many solutions now."
 "Viltis, Wiltis, you are not my only savior now. I am no longer as weak as I was before."
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 "Can you divine Nora's whereabouts, Mariana?"
 Through the puppet he controlled, the Mind Flayer looked at John Kemp, who came to his divination house during the day. He took off his hood almost as soon as he entered the room, walked to the only seat and sat down, reaching out and grabbing the palm of the golem tightly. He couldn't get any warm comfort from the cold metal joints, and the gem eyes he stared at through the thick veil were also cold. The whale oil candle burned quietly, and the smoke of soothing incense filled the dim environment.
 The doll's body emits a much softer voice than Mariana's body.
 "I don't do divination, John. I just mentally hypnotize my customers and tell lies that are vague but consistent with their psychology based on their inner desires. They all buy into it."
 "I guess so do I," John said without thinking, a comment that quickly aroused Mariana's dissatisfaction.
 "I have never regarded you as a child who needs to be coaxed, John, and even now, I will not change my opinion. You are smarter than many people, and I believe you can get out on your own."
 John sighed and spent ten minutes adjusting his mentality in silence.
 "You're right, I still need to sharpen myself."
 John let go of his hand, stood up, and bowed to the puppet sitting behind the table.
 "I'm sorry to disturb your work. I've made adjustments, Marianne. You don't need to come see me tonight."
 The doll stood up and walked out from behind the table. As soon as it moved, the inhuman incongruity was completely exposed. Despite this, Marianne's doll still gave John a face-to-face farewell ceremony.
 "It doesn't matter. There are fewer and fewer fools who believe in divination, and business is not that good now."
 "I didn't dig out the information about Nola from the customer's mind, but you don't have to worry too much. Nola is very cunning, you know this. She can trick you, a crimson believer, into a circle, and you can't do it with others." You won’t suffer any loss.”
 “Keep your own pace, stick to your own pace.”
 "You're going to be right, we all believe in that, we've been so sure from the beginning of knowing you."
 John Kemp laughed and made a somewhat open-minded joke.
 "Is this your divination?"
 "Of course not, I don't take the money."
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 Nothing had changed in the days since returning from Mariana's fortune telling house. There was no news from the Ogre Gambling House, no message from Marianne, and no dark elf with a sword kicked in his door.
 John Kemp has been conducting his own research and familiarizing himself with the newly acquired magic, never slacking off for a moment. At the same time, he was also packing his bags carefully to make adequate preparations for the long journey.
 The sacrifice to the Crimson God was still going on, and the silent Wiltis did not give any new instructions, which made John quietly sigh in relief.
 Finally, on the sixth day after Nora disappeared, Carlton's scream interrupted John Kemp's research.
 The tangled chains of sin shook off the damaged elemental embers within, and John took out a potion bottle to collect the waste together. This can still be used as a throwable as a random elemental grenade, but of course far from its original value.
 John walked downstairs with a cold face. Near the front desk of the hotel, he happened to see a yellow-green rough-skinned monster stuffing the hotel's only janitor into his big mouth stained with disgusting saliva. When the troll saw the warlock, a piece of his calf fell out of his mouth. He quickly spat out the goblin who had been stunned by the bad breath, rolled his eyes, and explained to John Kemp:
 "He just told me that he would pack lunch. I thought he was a cook."
 Do you originally regard the cook as part of the ingredients?
 John did not ask this strange question, but maintained the demeanor of an evil spellcaster and said coldly: "I hope you brought me good news, otherwise you will be a cook."
 The troll trembled visibly, and hurriedly took out a piece of dirty linen from the dirty pocket of his apron, which was obviously an instruction from their leader. The troll stared at the dirty cloth for a long time, and just when John wondered if it was because it was too dirty to see the writing clearly, he spoke.
 "The boss said..."
 "Don't pronounce what's in the brackets, brackets."
 "The Red Mage made an appointment... or something like that. We have found clues about the female thief Nora Se... Russ..."
 "This clue has not been proven accurate, but you don't have to tell that red mage, bracket."
 "Three days ago, our informant discovered her traces in the underground city market west of Grimmjow..."
 "She is alone, with no entourage around her. Well, we can leave this aside for now. We will bring it up later when we try to blackmail twenty gold coins. Feel free to use it, brackets."
 "The information is absolutely accurate. Please give the forty gold coins intelligence fee to my men. Don't think that the trolls are all fools and can't count!"
 "Your sincere intelligence dealer, the troll Baroque, the creation of the great Adrian!"
 "Repeat! Remember not to pronounce the parentheses, you idiot! The parentheses."
 "Okay, I've finished reading."
 John Kemp pretended to be calm and maintained the professionalism of a spellcaster. Carlton clung to the counter, covering his mouth with both hands, suppressing the redness of his cheeks, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
 The warlock passed by the front desk, took out the prepared money bag from the counter, and handed it to the smiling troll.
 "Thank you, I feel your sincerity. By the way, can you count?"
 The troll laughed and wiped his mouth with a dirty cloth. Because it was holding the stick in its right hand and had to hold the money bag with its other hand, it put the dirty piece of cloth full of language skills written on it on Carlton's counter in its left hand, then picked up the money bag, and then used the stick in one hand and the money bag in the other. leave.
 "Of course I will!"
 "But I believe you!"
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 Warlock John Kemp, this believer of the alien god has been collecting the blood of warlocks. After another harvest, he returned to the Dark City where he settled. When he just analyzed the harvest, he found that his treasure was stolen. In order to get back that thing, the magician followed the vague guidance and embarked on an adventurous journey again...
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 This is a wondrous story of a millenium lotus fairy called Yandan.
 According to the order of appearance of male characters:
 Mr. Mountain Lord is a gentle and silent caring man, yet he had made Yandan as the worst example for girls who want to marry.
 Mr. Taoist Master is handsome, but his words are sharp and blunt. He caught Yandan, the lotus fairy, and locked her into an enchanted equipment and tortured her mentally over and over.
 Mr. Palace Lord is knowledgeable and elegant, although has a weird habit of using other’s faces.
 There is one thing in common between those guys, which is the fact that they are all prudent and shrewd. Lotus Fairy took advantage of her hardworking, considerate, eloquent, and flattering company in a struggle between them.
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 Second Junior Sister: “Big brother, kendo is supreme, invincible in the world, and he will become a true soul in three years.”
 
 Third Junior Sister: “Big brother learns the heavens and humans, and knows everything. The sky is not born, and the swordsmanship is like a long night.”
 
 Fourth Sister: “Second Sister and Third Sister are right.”
 
 Junior Sister Five: “…My knife, the three of you stole fishy cats.”
 
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 As the big brother of Qingyunmen Divine Sword Peak, Qi Tian looked at his base-building realm cultivation base.
 
 “Yes, that’s exactly what I said.”
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 What should I do if I transform into a passerby NPC in the Novice Village who may die at any time? 
 At first, Bai Fu just wanted to survive and increase the player's favorability. She planned to use the power of the players to increase the strength of the NPCs who were not on good terms with her. Unexpectedly, she accidentally increased the favorability. 
 From [the player's most solid backing] to [the lonely watcher at the border], and then to [the first saint in the turbid times of the empire]. 
 Players give full play to their subjective initiative and lift her to the throne. 
 In the 30th millennium of the empire, a former emperor of the empire who did not want to be named loudly accused in an interview with a newspaper. 
 "That group of undead people rushed into the palace shouting friendship and bond, and forcibly put my crown on the head of Bai Fu, the devil. It's really a sin!" 
 Facing the accusation, Bai Fu was extremely indignant. 
 "How can I be a devil? From the beginning to the end, I have been promoting love and justice. Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open... It's hard for me too. Sometimes I look for my own reasons. Have I been a good person for so many years? Why do those undead people only hit you and not me?"
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 Chang An is a sub-beast who, despite having the talent for the sword, did not have the constitution to support it. And his savior, Hua Yi, is a beastman on the run for his life.
 This is a story about how two once innocent children had to grow up in such a cruel beastman world.
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 【Single heroine】 
 Jiang Qiao traveled into the yandere game, was repeatedly killed by the yandere heroine, and was reborn repeatedly. 
 Later, he discovered that as long as he was in a scene with the passerby junior sister squatting in the corner with a very low sense of presence, the frequency of the yandere heroine's appearance would be greatly reduced. 
 In order to successfully pass the level and leave this ghost game, Jiang Qiao took the initiative to invite the junior sister: "Can I form a team with you to explore the secret realm?" 
 "Why me?" Junior Sister was confused. 
 "Because you look safe." 
 "?"
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 Crimson Bright Vast Lands is vast and boundless, and within the vast universe, humans, Monsters, Immortals and demons coexist.
 The Taoist sect has retreated from the world, all parties are sharpening their swords, the Divine Dynasty is in turmoil, and the emperor of the human race wants to save the world and restore the destiny of the country.
 Lin Xuanzhi came to Divine Capital with the mysterious moon and became the fifth young master of Uncle Zhongyong's mansion, hoping to achieve immortality in this great world.
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 He read all the martial arts mental techniques to create immortal cultivation techniques, developed the elixir under the basic external elixir technique, Qi Men Dun Jia turned into formations, and martial arts turned into Immortal Law. The sword technique turns into sword energy.
 Gradually, the whole world changed because of him. The Zhongnan Mountain turned into the Immortal Gate, the Wudang Zhang Perfected Being stepped into the Shattering Void sky, and the Immortal Law, Formation, and Immortal Dao gradually appeared in the whole world.
 He created the technique of cultivating immortals, created this era, and even lived to the end of history.
 Reborn in the Southern Song Dynasty, No. 1 in the world, no, what I want is to live forever.
 From the Southern Song Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, we lived from history to the end.
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 Reborn as an ape, practiced national arts and magic, collected faith and ignited the divine fire... 
 ———————— 
 It has strong Western elements, so don’t enter if you don’t like it! ! !
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 As soon as Jun Wuhui woke up, he found that he had traveled through time, and also traveled to a little villain who was a dog-licker, and obtained a behind-the-scenes villain system. 
 As long as you keep doing things behind the scenes, you will become stronger. 
 In order not to be killed by the protagonist, Jun Wuhui rose up to resist. 
 And reached out to the heroines who bullied him. 
 Master's bedroom. 
 Jun Wuhui: Please give me the medicine, Master! 
 Fairy Master: You are a rebellious disciple! 
 Saint's Bedroom 
 Jun Wuhui: Saint, I've been licking you for so long, now it's your turn. 
 Saint: You are dreaming! If you want to get me, no way! 
 Fairy Master’s mortal enemy:… 
 Holy Lord: ... 
 None of these people escaped. 
 As for the protagonist? 
 who is he? 
 Isn't it a flavoring agent? 
 Watching Jun Wuhui rush at one elder after another. 
 The empress' apprentice could no longer bear it: Master! I'll imitate you and rush you! 
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 In his previous life, An Ji seemed to have the word “unlucky” written on his forehead.
 He was born into nobility, but ended up living on the streets for ten years. He found a beta boyfriend, but the scumbag tricked him into cutting out his glands. He dedicated his life to the omega cause, but ended up dying without an intact corpse.
 It wasn’t until later that he found out that everyone described people like him as “beautiful, strong, and tragic.” The difference was that the beautiful, strong, and tragic characters in stories all have happy endings, but he only got death.
 An Ji: “WTF.”
 Then he is reborn.
 In this second life, An Ji expresses that he will only be beautiful and strong. As for tragic? f*ck that shit!
 But can someone tell him why his previously polite fiancé suddenly changed personalities?
 Star history states that Emperor Rongwu had a brutal nature and outstanding ability. He ruled with an iron fist and created a prosperous world that lasted for hundreds of years after the war.
 Everyone thought that he was too focused on his career to spare any attention for love. Very few people knew that he was always thinking about his fiancée, the true love that he let get away because of his ridiculous notions of kindness.
 The great, unmarried emperor ended his long and lonely life after choosing a successor for the throne.
 When he opens his eyes again, Li Rong has returned to his youth.
 The young puppy Li Rong believes that if you love someone, you must give that person freedom.
 The old dog Li Rong says that is all nonsense. If you love someone, you must possess that person at all costs.
 Much later on, An Ji rubs his sore waist and thinks that his new life is still tragic to some extent.
 The young puppy and the old dog come in turns. Even the strongest omega wouldn’t be able to stand it… ORZ
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 [Data flow]+ [All people]+ [System]+ [Invincible]
 The game has come to reality, the rules have merged, and everyone has entered the era of career change.
 Monsters are everywhere and the Secret Realm is coming.
 Only by becoming a professional can you control your destiny!
 A hundred years after the world changed dramatically, Su Wen carried the system transmigrate and changed his profession to [the only hidden profession: Shield Emperor]
 Su Wen, who had high hopes and had the opportunity to switch to the rare mage profession, actually became a human shield?
 Everyone felt sorry, but no one knew that his human shield might be a little bit different from others~
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 "Shield battle is slow to upgrade, do you need team assistance?"
 "Sorry, let me know about the SSS Level skill [Shield Counterattack], [High Damage Avoidance] + [Burst Counterattack] = [Invincible Efficiency]"
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 "Are you running out of knowledge about upgrading?"
 "Ah? How do you know that my [Whisper] has been strengthened to the full level, the entry attributes are full, and all the full-level gems are marked?"
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 "A hundred-level strong person is the beginning, you..."
 "Shh!" Su Wen raised his index finger, "Sorry, I will advance to Saint today after I increase my experience~"
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 Everyone in the world is guilty, the crime world is condemned, enter my holy prison, life and death are my responsibility!
 Chu Feng, who is also an ordinary person, accidentally got an upgradeable prison. After countless years of hard work, his prison became a prison for the saints!
 “Are you a saint? Excuse me, this is where the saint’s life and death are controlled!”…
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