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In the northern part of Millsburg, the headquarters of the Hero Alliance stood prominently. This alliance consisted of
affluent and profligate young noble scions from West Lucozia who had come together.
Their interactions were characterized by shared interests. In times of trouble, they offered mutual assistance. They
possessed considerable influence that deterred most from challenging them. In their social circle, their call
resonated with a resounding response.
Within the assembly hall of the Hero Alliance, a group of extravagant profligates embraced their companions. They
were immersed in a combination of drinks and dance. Various tables were adorned with unmentionable substances.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the festivities continued, some of them even leaned down, inhaling the mysterious white powder on the tables.
Their bodies trembled instantly. Their pupils dilated. Their faces were filled with ecstasy as their mouths adorned
with foolish smiles. It was as though they had entered a hallucinatory realm and were unable to extricate
themselves.
The scene unfolded as a chaotic blend of men and women indulged in either the white powder or participating in
lewd activities. This wasn’t merely a gathering hall. It resembled more of a den of profligacy.
“Mr. Linden! Something’s not right!”
At that moment, a guy in white rushed in, looking visibly nervous.
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me President?”
A muscular man lounged lazily on the couch, enjoying the company of a woman beneath him. This man was Aster
Linden, the president of the Hero Alliance. He was a prominent figure among these affluent profligates.
“President! It’s a disaster! A major disaster!” the man in white spoke urgently.
“Someone broke into the Hero Alliance, kidnapped Mr. Vern, and is heading this way. What should we do?”
“Hmm?”
Aster furrowed his brow, suddenly sitting up.
“Who’s bold enough to intrude on the Hero Alliance? Have they grown tired of living?”
“I don’t know who it is, but they’re really powerful. Our Hero Alliance guards couldn’t stop them.”
The man in white swallowed nervously. If he hadn’t run fast, he’d likely be in the same state as those guards who
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwere missing their limbs.
“Damn it! Daring to cause trouble on our turf. Even if it’s the king himself, he’ll die here today!”
Aster slammed the table.
He roared, “Stop fooling around! Grab your weapons!”
His authority was imposing. With just one shout, most of the profligates snapped out of their stupor. The few still
laughing foolishly were rewarded with a couple of slaps from Aster, bringing them back to reality.
“Grab your weapons!”
The profligates didn’t hesitate, immediately activating a mechanism.
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