Chapter 225

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Third Person's POV Adelaide froze. She knew Craig despised noise and socializing. He never sold his paintings and only gifted them to kindred spirits. Sometimes Klein would handle his artworks, not out of financial need, as Warscar Training Camp was well-funded, but because Craig's paintings were too numerous. Klein never appreciated art, claiming one's eyes were meant to witness the world's wonders, especially the flowers of the Shadow Peaks. Craig's indifference to art baffled Adelaide. She couldn't understand why Lance had chosen him as a teacher. Had she chosen Irene like her mentor, it would have made more sense. "Why?" Adelaide asked. "A party means you have to socialize with many people, chat with them. Most of them you can't relate to. You've always hated that—" "It's fine.

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