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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    Losa sat on the sofa, hands crossed under his chin, deeply lost in thought.


    Hera, on the other hand, was much more straightforward.


    "As a child, out of curiosity about Zone F, I conducted many investigations on my own, but such investigation invited some trouble, and my mother had to seal my memories."


    "But just now, when I again encountered the 'history' of Zone F, these memories were loosened."


    "And the 'truth' hidden in that 'history' sought me out."


    "In my view, it's like 'evil spirits hidden in history'!"


    After snorting softly, Losa commented and then continued, as the eleventh successor of the Losa Family, "I'm just curious about one thing, who else knows about this?"


    "Apart from my mother, my sisters as well."


    "And some stewards from back then."


    "So, it's basically not traceable, right?"


Chapter 61: The Evil Spirit Hidden in History! _2