Chapter Seventy One
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Leonard did not know how to respond. He fleeted his eyes to the rotting body of a human and not just any human, a prince. Leonard thought that it was a tad cruel, to place their leader beside her maggot draped brother. The stench of decaying flesh was overwhelming even for a mage. Leonard's face had remained pinched ever since he stepped through those doors. He knew better than to raise his concerns. He considered himself smarter than the other members of the Ninth Order. Leonard did not have fantastic powers like George and the old gizzard, yet he was still alive which meant he was either quite intelligent or a sycophant. The latter meant he was a coward but he would rather live to see another day as a coward rather than die a brave mage. By nature, mages were self
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