Rusty Dragon

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

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Jason unconsciously straightened up and looked toward the embassy.


The white embassy, with its marble walls, was nestled among a grove of coconut palms. The evening breeze gently stirred the leaves, rustling like a symphony with the nearby waves of the sea.


Especially in front of the embassy, where on both sides of the cobblestone pathway, several snails slowly crawled on the dwarf palm trees, giving a sense of relaxation that allowed one to set aside their worries.


Although he didn't understand architecture, the place gave him a comfortable feeling.


Of course, the scent that kept drilling into his nose was definitely one of the key points.


"Bitos' and Raul's deaths, are they related to the embassy?"


As Jason pondered in his mind, he asked Gerard, "Gerard, do you understand your fiancée?"


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