Grinning, Jon glanced at his bag and found he had only eight thousand crystals remaining, but that should be enough for him to cross the lines. With the Throwing skill, his accuracy had increased, and he could still pick up the crystals lying on the ground along the way. Kissing a crystal, he stepp
Path of Soul: BlackFlame Online Litrpg/Gamelit Universe (Glory of Formation Emperor Book 3)
โ Scribed by A.P. Gore; Patricia Jones
- Book ID
- 111255822
- Publisher
- PA Jones
- Year
- 2020
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 164 KB
- Series
- Glory of Formation Emperor #3
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B082SH44DM
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
With a sheepish smile, Jon entered Maggie's hut for the first time.
He didn't expect the interior to shock him.
Landscape paintings depicting various seasons hung on the walls. Some showed snowy peaks, while others showed cool blue waterfalls. Every painting was a piece of art.
A wall-length wooden cabinet stood next to the front door. Then there was a small portable dining table placed next to the front wall, and a portable stove heating a pot on it.
Did she plan to invite him for food too? Though he couldn't guess what was cooking inside, the faint aroma of meat filled the whole hut.
Jon stepped forward and sat on the chair next to the dining table.
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didn't feel good about this. Samuel had tricked him in this. But why? He could have killed Jon if he wanted to. Then why send him to a death trap. It made little sense, unless he couldn't kill a champion. That's it. Samuel couldn't kill him, so he sent him to die here. What a crafty bastrard.