MTL regressor instruction manual (side stories)

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Chapter 932: 932

This son of a bitch won't even look at me.

You know very well that the life you originally planned and the life you're living now are too separate.

As a templar, he had been walking for a long time ever since he was a child, does his ability to cope with this unexpected situation deteriorate?

As soon as the fact that the Honorary Cardinal was kidnapped spread throughout the continent, it was worrying to see.

The sky is packed with Griffon troops and rangers are patrolling the area.

There is nothing to do but wait for the siege to disperse.

Since he was a templar of the Church, he knows how competent and persistent the groups of the Church are.

The search party was a Ranger Unit boosted by the Black Swan, and all guilds and paratroopers aimed at organically forming a communications network and moving organically.

The gap very small, and getting through it is very difficult.

I wonder if Templar Jen wants to put the Son of Light to sleep in this five-square-foot-long piece of garbage.

If he wasn't a psychopath, would he want to feed me pigs?

You might want to walk a tree and let some light in the house, but you'll have to be careful about every little thing at this time.

That's probably why they didn't get basic necessities from the villagers.

'I'm sure you will. '

The results are telling us.

We avoided the siege for two weeks because we were being careful.

It was because he was waiting for the fire to pass by, minimizing contact with the outside, constantly erasing traces, and hiding like a turtle.

Of course, he yelled at me not because I was in contact with the outside world.

They thought they could handle variables. The reason I haven't come here so far is to cover my tracks, but perhaps I can't forgive myself.

'Instead of not forgiving.... '

I can't wait to see it.

'I didn't say I wanted to escape. He dragged me here. I never fucking asked you to set me free. Ji Gekko asked you to go to shit. '

Fu cking Flower Garden in my head. I'd be showing them the sky, traveling the continents, laughing, dreaming of a happy life.

But come on, this shit's been going on for two weeks. You think you can handle it? How sorry do you think I am?

I can't be sure because I can't read this guy's mind, but I can see that his sense of self-esteem and remorse exploded.

I see the puffy hands of the dismantling of the leather. You just remembered your commitment not to put a drop of water in your hand.

However, seeing the Saint of Light smiling brightly for himself would break his heart.

I shouldn't have done what I did... I shouldn't have thought about this, I doubted my own choices, and I didn't do anything right.

Is that why you're so anxious, so scared, so sorry, so talkative? Isn't that right? Tran s l at e d b y Ｊpmtl.ｃ om

' ....... '

But that's all a criminal's problem.

Do I have to watch this guy's back?

Where are you screaming Shiva?