Chapter 7 7
"Where did you get this?" Helga demanded, her voice low and dangerous. She stepped toward me, her massive "assets" practically vibrating with suspicion. "A beggar boy from the slums does not carry a tool that makes the Royal Smiths look like toddlers."
I put on my best "innocent orphan" face, though...
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1. Chapter 1 1
2. Chapter 2 2
3. Chapter 3 3
4. Chapter 4 4
5. Chapter 5 5
6. Chapter 6 6
7. Chapter 7 7
8. Chapter 8 8
9. Chapter 9 9
10. Chapter 10 10
11. Chapter 11 11
12. Chapter 12 12
13. Chapter 13 13
14. Chapter 14 14
15. Chapter 15 15
16. Chapter 16 16
17. Chapter 17 17
18. Chapter 18 18
19. Chapter 19 19
20. Chapter 20 20
21. Chapter 21 21
22. Chapter 22 22
23. Chapter 23 23
24. Chapter 24 24
25. Chapter 25 25
26. Chapter 26 26
27. Chapter 27 27
28. Chapter 28 28
29. Chapter 29 29
30. Chapter 30 30
31. Chapter 31 31
32. Chapter 32 32
33. Chapter 33 33
34. Chapter 34 34
35. Chapter 35 35
36. Chapter 36 36
37. Chapter 37 37
38. Chapter 38 38
39. Chapter 39 39
40. Chapter 40 40
41. Chapter 41 41
42. Chapter 42 42
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