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Chapter 16 — Albrecht and The Black Mage

The loud sound of crashing of wood and breaking of porcelain vase echoed throughout the wide room. This was followed by an ear-splitting noise made by a human roar mixed with frustration and rage. 

"Damn you, Laudermann!" Lawrence slammed himself into the couch and threw punches in the air like a child going frenzy due to an extremely bad mood. 

In the middle of his outburst, a woman seated adjacent to him smiled and took a sip of her tea before placing it back to the glass table.

She is a woman on her early twenties. Her dark blue hair is asymmetrically cut above her shoulders with the left side being longer than the other. She wears a pair of black-framed eyeglasses with a hanging white gem on the left side. 

The way she is dressed will surely get anyone's head turn — dark blue halter top tucked in a dark, fitted night skirt with the slit on her right leg reaching half of her thigh. 

"Is something the matter, Young Maste

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