C165 CHAPTER165 YOU ARE REALLY LIKE THE PUG THAT I RAISED IN THE PAST
The yield this time was certainly sufficient.
Sam Moreels squinted, surveying the Saintess and Princekin within the hallowed confines of the Kate Orc Kingdom's sacred hall. Astonishingly, this assault had wiped them out in a single, decisive blow. Their gains were substantial.
Soraya caught Sam Moreels's unwavering stare and instinctively clutched her clothing tighter across her chest