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Chapter 74 Milk Please

Author: bluemorose
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*Nicoli*

“Is he gone?” Nicoli peeked out from the covers to see the guard nod.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Yes! Nicoli could almost celebrate- but there was no time. He needed to be quick.

But first things first, Nicoli sat up from the bed to eye the guard. It was his luck to have Tobi out of the whole bunch. Tobi was one of the softer-hearted guards- he liked to give Nicoli rocks that looked interesting from the outside.

Tobi was also gullible. He never had kids of his own- so he never learned how honestly mischievous they could be. Thus, Nicoli couldn't have asked for a more perfect candidate than Tobi.

“Tobi, I have a confession to make.” Nicoli made the effort of pouting as if this were the hardest thing to say—all a performance, of course.

I have to sell it. Nicoli knew. Because his life depended on it now, he had a mission.

So please, fall for it. Nicoli even threw a little disheartened sigh. It seemed to work as Tobi shifted on his feet.

“A confession?”

“I…can’t sleep.”

“Is th
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