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Upon the bonfire the five mysterious figures were spotted, the fifth one sat on the shoulder of the biggest figure among the five just as strong wind blew across the village. The flames from the bonfire beacons on the five mysterious figures under the cloudy night, cladded in white robes and masks on their face, having a rune engraved on each of their mask except the one seating on the shoulder; The whole face was wrapped exposing only dried mouth and eyes. Making one wondered, how in the world were they standing in the large prepared fire without getting themselves inflamed?! Lazarus eyes widened, the mysterious beings before him gave off a familiar vigors. “They are… the bounty collector's underlings… how do they know…? Was I being followed?” He swiftly rolled his eyes around recolle
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