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Chapter 313

A pause later then a multitude of rampaging drum chests resounded to return the bellow of their leader.

"THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFTS AND BENEVOLENCE, MASTER TRISTAN!!!" Tristan heard the loud relentless chants on his back and he could not help but smile at the gang's unexpected activity.

Although the Caister Weasels were bad seeds and had done countless foul deeds inside the town before he arrived but that was not his business to meddle unto.

He was not a savior nor an infallible god that knew no worries and aspirations of his own. Far from it, Tristan has only accumulated loads of them as he grew old with his dear old friend. Time.

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