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Richard followed Angel and looked in the direction she indicated, only to see the speaker was a woman, nearly in her forties, with a gaunt face and sallow complexion, her chin sharp.

The woman was clad in a scarlet Wizard Robe, embroidered all over with roses of various colors, resembling a rose garden. Between the roses, faint white skulls were visible, imparting a strange and thrilling sensation.

The woman looked at Angel and scolded coldly, “Angel, what on eart ...

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