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Chapter 80

It was safe to say he arrived in Roguetown looking bloody but with a wagon full of food.

He might look like he killed for that food, thus the dubious looks from the others, but he needn’t explain as long as he had brought food to the table.

“Fenrir! You arrived perfectly on time,” greeted the rowdiest yet kindest rogue, Nicholas. He grinned at him from ear to ear as he draped an arm over his shoulders. “Leila is just about to pop the pup out!”

“The entire town’s been fussin’ over her labor all day! We betcha it’s a boy,” he says, laughing. Fenrir smells his breath and smirks.

“Looks like you’ve already been celebrating. How many bottles have you had?”

The latter hiccupped. “Three…?”

He shakes his head and walks to the wagon. “Alcohol is never good alone, good thing I brought food. We’re feasting today to celebrate a new pup in the town.”

“Oy!” Nicholas’ drowsy eyes widened at the sight of the wagon towering with food crates. Immediately, their cooks poked their heads inside the crates
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