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Chapter 133 – Let’s Beat Him Already!
Author: Rex Magnus
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All eyes shifted to Glenn. But he remained where he was, right in the heart of their outrage, even casually rubbing the back of his neck like someone sheepish over an awkward slip, mixing up someone’s name at a dinner party

Then he gave a tiny shrug, as though trying to say: “I said what I said.”

“Dragons are mighty, celestial creatures,” he said casually, his voice light and reasonable. “Sons and daughters of dragons are supposed to be earth-shakers, right? Bearers of divine blood, and masters of sky and flame.”

He paused, his lips quirking slightly.

“But that Indian Peafowl I met yesterday doesn’t quite give off that… dragon’s son energy.” He tilted his head toward Dalton, tone still maddeningly casual. “So I helped him out. Corrected the error. I mean… It makes more sense for his father to be a Fish, right? It is way more believable lineage.”

You could hear a pin drop.

The air thickened again… now electric, trembling with the threat of violence.

Then…

Crack!

The so
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