Chapter 174
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“Hey… are you being serious now?” Caster asked, his voice dripping with disbelief as he stared at Nedu.

Caster’s face twitched as he observed Nedu inspecting Aredhel for what felt like the hundredth time.

Golgrim was nearby, receiving treatment from the acolyte, his body marred with even more bite and claw marks than usual.

The sight made Caster wince.

“What do you mean?” Caster caught Nedu's gaze over as he frowned. Minas shifted out of the way clearly agitated by the surrounding commotion.

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