Chapter92
Author: Blue lace
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Chapter92

As the pilot was abruptly disrupted from his train of thinking, he blurted out in confusion. "What?"

"I said can you go back to the Mylter city by yourself now after entering the imperial capital's airpot?" Felix responded with an inquiry.

"Oh, yes, I can, all I have to do is to show my pilot certificates and hopefully everything would be alright" the pilot responded to the question.

"that's good, in that case we shall part ways here" Felix blurted out seriously

Immediately following Felix's statements, Felix and the luthor parted ways with the pilot and departed from the vicinity of the airpot in the imperial capital, allowing the pilot to continue on his own.

Following their separation from the pilot, Felix and Luthor took some time to relax and locate a suitable location in which they could contemplate the means by which they will carry out their plan to subjugate the Mandal Royal family.

To ensure that no one would recognise them, Felix and Luthor entered a
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