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.

Do you two aim to endanger us all? Caster shouted while crossing his arms and staring directly at the moon elf and half-orc.

Will he catch fire if you ignore him for a second? Caster burst out in anger while his anger reached a climax.

Nedu faced Caster sharply and bared his annoyance. In all sincerity I want to thank you for your contributions Mr. Jarul.

But I cannot abandon Lord Aredhel! What if some creature sneaks up on him while he’s defenseless? I couldn’t live with myself if anything hap
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