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... n’t be any more monsters sneaking in like yesterday.”

While fixing the barn after losing the cow doesn’t bring the lost cow back, if there are cows left, it’s a different story. After the funeral, Baron Jorge meticulously reinforced the existing barricades to prevent a repeat of yesterday’s tragedy.

“...Phew.”

There are about 270 remaining otherworlders. It was a large number to begin with, but within the confines of the narrow castle, it felt even larger.

From Ba ...

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