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Chapter 97 – Is He Mad?

By the time they reached the campsite, it was already night.

Thanks to the moonlight, the darkness wasn’t oppressive.

The gravel path gradually transitioned into a grassy field, the signs of winter’s end revealing themselves in faint patches of green.

Of course, at night, the grass shimmered like a faint purple under the light.

“The moon is bright.”

Enkrid glanced at the moon overhead, then stuffed the pebble he had been holding into his pants pocket.

His right arm twitched slightly.

They had walked for over half a day to get here, during which Enkrid had continuously practiced Torres’ Knife technique.

The muscles in his forearm ached and felt sore.

Clenching and unclenching his fist a few times, Enkrid reassured himself that the pain would subside by tomorrow.

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