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Chapter 157. This Place is a Mess Too (3)
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... p of desert bandits sat atop their horses, silently observing their target.
The leader, holding a brass telescope, scanned the banners fluttering around the tent's perimeter. A wicked grin spread across his face as he lowered the instrument and muttered with satisfaction, "Heh, it really is the Fourth Prince"
Turning to the man standing silently beside him, he asked, "Now, I don't mind losing a few men—they're cheap as dirt—but are you sure you can handle the prince's guards?" ...
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