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The Wall Thief Kant

Tentacles that were wriggling out of the deep well waved at lightning speed, accurately rolling up living people and dragging them back into the huge and bottomless well.

The elderly Island Master knelt on the ground piously, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to everything.

The cries, questions, curses, and screams around him had nothing to do with him.

Even if these people were once his most loyal subordinates, his most docile servants, and his best friends, so what?

Subordinates could be trained and recruited, servants could be trained and taught, friends... Ha.

As long as he had power, money, and strength, more friends would come.

He only heard the whistling wind in his ears and thought of the deep well.

When his ancestors came to this island, this magnificent underground palace had long been built. His ancestors only built another great castle on this mountain peak to protect the secrets of the mountain.