to translator: I hate when I am about to hug someone really sexy and my face hits the mirror.story: Our language is called the mother tongue because the father never gets a chance to Speak, that Is, very niceCharacter: When I joke they take it seriously. When I am serious they take as a joke..updatig stability: I don't know!world background: What kind of place is this? It's beautiful: Pigeons fly, women fall from the sky! I'm moving here!
This book is not about an apothecary. This book is about a young man sent to a world where most people are against and under trying times he fights against the current to establish himself as a true head of family and not just a Dandy... or maybe it's a Dandy family head that also happens to be the glorious Marshalls true heir?
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This is very good and i cant wait for another update. The only thing i can say is that it seems like there is some disconnect between chapters due to the writing style maybe? but otherwise really good!
It was imperative for him to eat something to replenish his nutrition. However, the more urgent need was water. Azell couldn't see what his body looked like. However, even if he didn't check, he knew his body was in a serious state. If he dropped dead, it wouldn't have been strange.
He accepted it with a nod of gratitude, taking a long gulp and inadvertently spilling some down the side of his lip, a testament to his urgency in seeking relief.
