Chapter 301: The Grand Campaign (3)
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-We dont know who you are. Be glad that we dont! If we knew who you were, by now, your arms and legs would have been finely chopped up with nail clippers, and after smashing your eyeballs with a hammer, yeah! Your family! Friends! No, even the hometown you were born in! Your world itself, which carelessly threw away trash like you without proper waste separation! All of it! Already! Would have been torn to shreds! Oh! Look forward to it! Im really looking forward to seeing if your proud vocal cords can still sing like a nightingale even when they are torn into 23 pieces!!
Click.
The Assistant Writer turned off the recorder. It was not a mechanical recorder, but a magical one. A magic item that fully embodied the skill of [Capturing a Persons Voice].
This is the official statement that echoed over Monopolized City yesterday.
The atmosphere seems quite different from the official statements I know of.
To us, this is routine. Death King. Because of you, the spiders of the Magic Tower are seriously pissed off.
Do you regret it?
What?
Im just asking. Do you feel that your decision to act with me was a bit hasty?
What are you talking about? I obviously.