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Chapter 55

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Writer's POV…

Dorian was highly perplexed about his next course of action—should he be mad or surprised?

The old man seated comfortably on his bed doesn't seem like much harm. In fact, how lethal can an old man be?

Apart from that, Dorian was fuck. ing curious about the real identity of the old man—it's pretty evident he's capable of performing magic unless how did he get into his room. Caddel and the rest would never allow a stranger into his room without his consent.

The old man, on the other hand, couldn't believe how short termed Dorian's memory was—it hasn't been up to a month since they last encountered and Dorian has forgotten about him.

The old man let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples softly. His sigh brought Dorian out of his thoughts.

Ogling Intently at the old man, he moved forward before speaking. “Who are you?” He asked firstly, his eyes refusing to leave his figure.

“Oh? Me?” he laughed lightly, stepping down from the bed. “I'm a shaman” he