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Chapter 49: Ways of Kings
Highlands differed nothing from the modern world he had been. Politics played the same dirty trick of power and illusion. From where he stood, he could still smell the stink that fueled all rulers. It would be godsend if one could find just one who was not as greedy as of all he knew.
It took too long for him to realize that. When he was still the Reign of Los Barrios, he was blinded by it. He knew it was all for good intentions but he now clearly saw the difference. Everything was personal. His grandfather was right on that and as long he kept his path clear of all the distractions, he would never lost his way towards it.
He remembered his half-brother. Rudolf brought him there back in the past. It was a long time now that he almost forgotten his face and the memories started to fade. It shocked him that it was still clear to him even now. He lived different timelines in the future and what happened as of the moment was just a blur. He could say what was about to ha
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