Apocalypse Of Therut (7)

"This is a suicidal attempt!"

He shouted and flung himself into the air, aiming in the direction of the palace.

"I don't understand what is going on! But the Emperor comes first"

Her voice sounded from above him.

He looked up and briefly saw her skimpy skirt and fresh thighs go over him.

'– fast.'

Lambert Dellagado took much pride in his sword but the hidden fact of what many people did not know, what underlay that fine swordsmanship was his legwork, perfect and swift. Furnished and with over thirty years of perfect mastery. When he ran it was like he was being carried by the wind.

So when he ran, never in his wildest imagination did he see some young girl passing him in that same minute.

Amber Rose truly was worthy of her reputation.

Old age doesn't mean weakness.

'I can't slack too.'

He quickened his pace, hopping on cars as both of them ran in the direction of the palace.

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