Chapter 107 After the dust settles, I belong only to you. ...
"Boom!" The stagnant space shattered, and time returned to its original course.
The players on the ship had long been isolated from the battlefield, leaving only a lone ship adrift at sea.
"Ding~" The melodious sound of a zither rang out, and a person suddenly appeared on the tall mast of the ship.
He stood with his toes touching the mast, leaning precariously in mid-air, plucking the strings of his instrument with care.
Her face was covered by a golden-red ribbon that obscured her eyes. A golden-red sun drooped under her left eye, and a blood-red tear drooped under her right eye. Her thick, jet-black hair swayed gently in the wind.
The bard smiled faintly as he gazed at the breathtakingly beautiful scene before him, a scene of utter devastation.
"Who?" Suddenly sensing something, he turned his head slightly to the right.
"Hmm? Am I late?" His voice was languid and magnetic, husky and raspy, as if carrying a small hook.
The bard cautiously pressed down on the strings of his zither, sealing off any openings around him, wary of any approaching figure whose strength was unknown.
A hand resembling bamboo and jade tore through space, releasing a wisp of purple gauze that swirled like smoke.
The moment the visitor truly stepped into this space, the bard released the strings of his lyre and touched the ribbon on his face.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to fight," the newcomer said lightly, his fox-like eyes, veiled in a thin purple mist, were alluring and captivating, adding a touch of charm even without being overtly seductive. "You can call me Sifeng. After I've settled this, let's find a tavern to sit down."
Si Feng calmed the child beside him, looked up at the sky, his fox-like eyes narrowed, and a purple light bloomed from his fingertip.
The bard couldn't help but take a step back, cursing inwardly, "What kind of lunatic is this? In such a messy world, someone actually comes to clean up the mess."
“I have a bit of a connection with [Miracle],” Si Feng said casually. “It’s not a dead end, so helping to expand the chances of survival is not difficult.”
"Without your help, the situation would have been hopeless." The bard muttered, pouting, clearly dissatisfied. It was supposed to be his turn to show off his prowess.
Si Feng let out a low laugh, “Miracle is the most moving power, turning the impossible into possible, struggling for life in the face of death.”
A loud and clear cry, accompanied by the sound of clashing swords, echoed across the sky.
The bard silently moved further away from Si Feng. It was too incongruous. His eyes were covered, but that didn't mean he couldn't see; on the contrary, it made him see even more clearly. Si Feng possessed an extremely beautiful and stunning face, dazzling and radiant, a beauty that was flamboyant to the extreme, yet neither soft nor seductive. His knee-length purple hair shimmered, like a purple starry river flowing, as if seeing him was enough to know beauty and attractiveness, every feature perfectly fitting and just right.
But no matter how handsome he was, to the bard he was nothing but a withered skeleton. After all, such a look was not his type. What he "saw" was unrestrained, unruly, and arrogant to the point that he looked down on everything.
He simply couldn't understand what this venerable one was up to. Feigning calm and composure? Was he crazy?
Si Feng glanced at the bard with a gust of wind. "Don't be afraid. I have cultivated my character for many years and no longer enjoy bullying people."
The bard's lips twitched slightly. Should he say thank you?
A fiery phoenix, formed from flames, pierced through the sky and swooped down, its dazzling light and magnificent power making it beautiful, proud, and awe-inspiring.
The bard, too lazy to waste words with the lunatic, focused his attention on the fiery phoenix in the sky.
East was in a daze, unable to find clarity. He had only one thought in his mind: he had to find someone and take him home.
Gathering the scattered flesh and blood, picking up the shattered souls, tempering them in the eerie flames, and reshaping the body and soul.
The bard clicked his tongue lightly, "What a touching love story."
Si Feng flicked his sleeve, revealing a cluster of small purple jade beads hanging on his fair wrist. A striking green hue stood out among them, as it was a green jade bead twice the size of the other small purple jade beads.
"Only those who have tasted love can truly understand its flavor." He gathered the bracelet on his wrist with his sleeve again.
The bard felt a tightness in his chest. Damn, they're all love-struck idiots, cut from the same cloth.
Si Feng glanced indifferently at the bard, "Don't worry, your tribulation is waiting for you ahead."
The bard retreated in alarm, "I'm the real charlatan, what are you spouting nonsense about?"
Ignoring the bard's shouts, Si Feng hadn't expected to see something interesting here, but it wasn't really his business; he was just here to wrap things up.
The bard's face alternated between pale and flushed as he ground his teeth. He was mad, he was insane, but that didn't mean he was brainless. His recklessness stemmed from knowing that no one in this world could restrain him. But this person before him was different. The power he possessed was beyond his nascent abilities to handle. Even when he matured, he would be no match for him. So where did this lunatic come from? Aren't these beings supposed to only act when something truly significant is happening? What is the attraction of this dilapidated little world?
As the fire phoenix fell, it gradually shrank, leaving only a pair of fiery wings behind it as it approached the ship.
With the much larger-than-his-own Areper in his arms, East paused for a moment when he saw the two people standing in mid-air. He nodded to the bard first, then turned his gaze to Sifeng. Even though East had seen countless beautiful faces, he couldn't help but marvel at how truly beautiful life was before him.
"Let that little guy come out and meet everyone first," Si Feng said.
Just as everyone was wondering, a "person" whom East had met once before appeared.
Gentle and mild-mannered, with white hair and blue eyes, he is the system's human form.
The system looked at Si Feng with eyes full of respect and longing, so excited that it seemed like it was about to faint at any moment, "Venerable, Venerable One."
Easter guessed a lot from just one title, but wisely chose to remain silent.
"There's a lot to say, let's talk at your residence." Before anyone could react, Si Feng changed the space in an instant.
Upon closer inspection, it was the familiar reception room.
East wanted to take the still-sleeping Areber to the room, but couldn't bear to let go, so in the end she had no choice but to sit on the sofa with him in her arms.
Si Feng chose a single sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and adopted a lazy and relaxed posture, completely at ease.
"You should be able to guess most of the things." Si Feng said calmly. His opportunity to come here meant that the time was right, and it was impossible for East to be completely unaware.
East didn't deny it. To put it humorously, who would have thought that the person behind it all was "himself"? It's practically a true reflection of "me" digging my own grave.
Okay, the truth is, he originally belonged to this world, and there was never any such thing as him traveling to the wrong world; the seal would loosen because it was a responsibility he had to bear after he gained more power. Every time he gained more power, the loosening of the seal would cause a big wave. It was already on the verge of collapse, so of course it would crack wider and wider until there was no way to save it.
The seal loosened, and the sealed demons escaped, increasing the demonic energy on the continent. He was the first to be affected, which is why he was emotionally abnormal every time the seal loosened.
It's truly frustrating to think about it every time. Who told him to inherit the power of "miracles"? He's forced to serve this world. Not only did he, but even...
Easter stroked Arebo's warm cheek, then moved to his neck, feeling the steady pulse. He had almost lost him, so he couldn't help but hold him tighter.
"[Miracle] helped me back then," Si Feng said, untying a string of jade beads from his wrist. There were countless beads, probably around 108. He took off the bright green jade and reluctantly handed it to Ister. "But that was many, many years ago. I never imagined that when I had the chance, He would only have you left. I had no choice but to take care of you. Take this; it's the power He gave me back then. Consider it a return to its rightful owner."
East didn't answer. "No need. He's more important to you. Why should I take what belongs to someone else?" Through Si Feng's words, he even knew why he came to Blue Star, and even that it was his reincarnation on Blue Star that tainted his soul with human desires, making it less thin.
"Huh?" The system seemed stunned.
A smile involuntarily appeared in Easter's eyes. "System, both of us are connected to [Miracle]."
Si Feng deftly rewound his bead around his wrist, saying, "He is a fragment of the [Miracle]'s divine essence, but the divine essence is too scattered and not very useful, so I added some functions to him so that he can help you."
At the time, Si Feng felt that he had done everything he could, and that everything that needed to be arranged had been arranged. He thought that he could smoothly resolve the affairs of this world without any unexpected events. Who could have imagined that something unexpected would happen? Fortunately, he arrived in time this time.
"After hearing so much, will I be silenced?" The bard feigned fear, hugging his arms and shrinking into the sofa.
“I can solve this for you in one go,” Si Feng said to Ister, ignoring the bard. “However, it’s better for you to overcome this difficulty yourselves than to rely on my power to solve it. You’ll reap more benefits from that.”
“It won’t be long before it’s over, so you don’t need to bother me anymore.” Easter refused, not wanting to let Areber down for risking his life for her.
“Okay,” Si Feng tossed out a purple jade bead, “Contact me again if you can’t solve it.”
After saying that, he darted away and grabbed the bard. "Don't be afraid, I just want to have a drink with you."
In an instant, only the two of them remained in the space.
"Host?" The system was at a loss.
“It’s alright, do whatever you want, don’t worry about an unimportant identity,” Easter reassured him.
"Great!" the system cheered, returning to the system space. "Host, I'm going to appease the players for you."
Easter let him go. As he said, the system's identity was irrelevant, and his relationship with the system was not based on the fact that they were both part of the "miracle".
The space is now completely quiet.
Easter couldn't help but recall what had happened that day, and let out a low, self-deprecating laugh. Arip was ambitious and calculating, and he had things he couldn't help but do. So what was he? What was he then?
All the lingering fear, all the shock and anger, all the grief and despair surged up all at once, pushing East to the brink of collapse.
Asan, that demon, would leave himself a way out, but Aripo gave it all up, sacrificing his flesh and soul to the formation. If he hadn't had some kind of epiphany at the end, Aripo would have truly died, his soul reduced to ashes.
"Don't cry." A large, kind hand wiped away the tears on East's face.
Easter hugged Areber tightly, "You bastard."
"Okay, okay, I'm such a bastard." Arip patted Easter's back, swallowing the sob in his voice. He didn't want to be so extreme, but his soul was already marked by the god. No matter whether the god lived or died, he was destined not to live. If the god lived, his body would not survive; if the god died, the mark on his soul would die with him. It was an unsolvable dead end. If he had known the truth earlier, he definitely wouldn't have provoked his Mr. Rabbit.
East was trembling all over, a lingering fear after the dust had settled, an uncontrollable outburst of emotion.
Aripeloo comforted and coaxed him, but his heart was filled with bitterness and sorrow. He was extremely grateful for the miracle that had happened. If it weren't for the miracle, after he died, only Mr. Rabbit would be left. How would Mr. Rabbit live?
Easter's vision blurred with tears as he repeatedly checked for Arip's heartbeat, listening to his gentle words as he slowly calmed down.
“From now on, you can only stay by my side and you can’t go anywhere.” Easter said in a hoarse voice, fierce and domineering, revealing a deep-seated obsession.
“Okay, I’ll stay by my Mr. Rabbit’s side and not go anywhere else.” Arip didn’t hesitate at all.
“Stay close to me.” East’s eyes were blurry, but his gaze was cold and stern.
“Okay, I’ll stay by your side every step of the way,” Aripelone leaned forward and kissed Easter. “From now on, I belong only to you.”
“Of course you belong only to me,” East said. “My mark is etched on your flesh, bones, and soul. You can’t run away from me now.” His voice was cold and dark.
Arip pinched the back of Easter's neck, gently massaging and rubbing it, then opened his teeth, enticing Easter to entwine their lips and tongues.
East slumped in dejection. He couldn't bear to part with it. How could he bear to?
Aripor bit Easter's lip. "Sweetie, I'm not lying to you. I will always be with you. I can't bear to let go of my sweetie's hand again."
East lowered his eyes to meet Areper's deep, vast blue eyes. Areper's eyes were filled with solemnity and determination, without the slightest hint of wavering or evasion.
East didn't know what to say. He really did intend to imprison Arip. He was reluctant to part with him, but he didn't want to live in fear and heartbreak again.
If only they could become one? This unrealistic thought popped into East's head, but if they really became one, he would never see Areper again. Thinking of this, he immediately dismissed the thought.
“We’ve almost used up everything,” Arribel sighed. “This is all we have left. Look, do you like it?”
When Easter saw it clearly, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh; he just felt heartbroken and helpless.
Arip shook the chain in his hand. He thought this one would be gone too, but it was still there. He figured it was bound to his soul, and it would return after his soul was repaired.
“This is a God-Locking Chain that can even lock up gods,” Areber thoughtfully added. “Sweetie, do you want it tied to your hands or your feet?”
The chain is thin, only as thick as a thumb, and its material is like gilded gold, with a brilliant color. It is also adorned with blue and red gemstones at both ends, making it exceptionally exquisite.
"It can bind you?" East asked, biting his lip. What was he talking about?
Arip, nestled in East's arms, laughed carefree. "Of course, what else would I take it out for, to annoy my sweetheart?"
Easter opened his mouth but remained silent. Why did he feel that Arip was more interested than he was? Wasn't that a bit odd?
Aripel leaned against Easter as he straightened up. "Lock it on your ankle, it'll make it easier to move around." He held up the chain to his ankle and fastened it before Easter could even react.
"Would you rather lock me in the house, or lock me to yourself?" He swung his ankle, the chains jingling as they swayed, the other end of which he handed to Easter, as if to say, "You can do whatever you want with me."
East had a headache. What on earth was going on? Why would someone tie themselves up?
A smile flashed across Arebo's eyes. "You little brat, I can handle you, can't I?"
"Want me to help you put it on your wrist?" Arip asked considerately. "Don't worry, this is a magical device. It can make you invisible and extend your lifespan, so you don't have to worry about being noticed."
East remained silent, feeling as if he himself was the one about to be locked up.
"Lock it inside?" Ariber said to himself, seeing East's reaction. "That might not be a good idea. Then I won't be able to stay by your side all the time."
“You really don’t need to be so considerate.” Easter said through gritted teeth.
Aripor clung to Easter, deftly fastening the chain Easter was holding to his wrist. "Mr. Rabbit, I'm sorry, it was an accident," he said insincerely after securing it.
"That was really careless," Ister thought to himself, but the upturned corners of his lips showed that he was just putting on a brave face.
The weight on my wrist was heavy, not from the chain itself, but from the significance it represented.
Arip was relieved to find that he had managed to appease Mr. Rabbit. After all, it was his fault for making Mr. Rabbit worry and feel sad.
"Can you tell me how things turned out this way?" After calming down a bit, Easter was able to see the strangeness of the situation. He had been confused and emotional before, which was why he had overlooked the inconsistencies in the whole thing.
Aripelago mentally prepared his words and began to speak in detail...
That's a story that began when Arip was six years old, or even earlier, destined from the moment he was born.
Aripor possessed exceptional talent and a unique physique, a natural-born divine body. In that most bloody and chaotic era, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Aripor would undoubtedly have secured a place among the gods.
Unfortunately, being born in this era means one is destined to become an object for the gods to gamble with.
Perhaps it was a power struggle between the gods, or perhaps it was the relationship between the Sky God and the Sansette family, but Aripor's fate was decided upon by the Sky God. He was carefully cultivated by the Sky God's cathedral, which did its best to brainwash him into a devout fanatic, so that he would be willing to give everything for their Lord in the future.
The change occurred when Arribel was six years old, an age when his temperament was not yet fully formed and could still be nurtured.
A bloodline awakening, also known as a legacy, "the legacy of the rebels," almost overwhelmed young Arebo with a flood of information.
The "bequest" mainly contains two items. One is a record of Cyrus Sansette's life from his perspective. Cyrus was born into a noble family and received a proper education, but he grew up to be a capricious, arrogant and unruly person. He had never experienced any setbacks since birth. His only misfortune was when he was tricked while hunting and had a foolish affair with an unknown person in the wild.
What followed was turmoil on the mainland, which was instigated by Patrick. The two recognized each other's identities at their first meeting, but even before that, they had already reached the point of irreconcilable conflict and confrontation. Their different stances destined them to drift further and further apart.
But after learning each other's identities, things are ultimately different.
There's a saying that goes, "The one who knows you best is your enemy." Fighting is fighting, and being adversaries is being adversaries. Enemies don't always have to fight to the death. They might even develop a mutual respect and admiration. On top of that, if an unexpected, fleeting romance is added, the relationship between the two inevitably becomes more complicated.
Ultimately, the two of them weren't locked in a life-or-death struggle or had an irreconcilable feud; it was simply a difference in their positions.
The Sansette family is a family favored by the sky god, while Patrick is an outright traitor to the god.
The affection between the two worsened with increased contact, instead of diminishing; in fact, it tended to deepen.
Cyrus was a rebellious person, so he secretly started a special relationship with Patrick. On the surface, they were enemies and wanted to kill each other; in secret, they could barely be considered close friends.
There was never any inappropriate contact between them, and they never gave anyone any leverage over each other; it was just tactful conversation and eye contact between intelligent people.
The two enjoyed this game immensely until the arrival of the "lie," shattering their illusory dream and forcing any budding schemes to retreat back underground.
On the battlefield, they could only treat each other as their mortal enemies. They were truly willing to kill each other, having been on the verge of death countless times at each other's hands. They were each other's greatest enemies in this life, and the more they were oppressed, the stronger their rebellious hearts became.
Cyrus made up his mind and began to plan step by step to help Partrit secure the final victory in the battle.
Patrick wasn't completely unaware of this. He had a lot to say to Cyrus, but what he wanted to tell him most was, "Don't do anything stupid. I'm doomed to lose this round. Just live well."
Unfortunately, the situation changed too quickly. Although Cyrus was making concessions step by step, the reality was that Patrick's empire was collapsing, and Cyrus was forced to step forward to nibble away at Patrick's territory.
Cyrus won, won inexplicably, won utterly carelessly, as if all the previous confrontations and evenly matched contests were fake.
Cyrus blankly enjoyed the fruits of victory. He couldn't laugh, much less cry. He could only wear a cold expression. In this situation, the two had the most peaceful conversation, which was also the last time Cyrus saw Patrick.
Patrick barged into Cyrus's room. No one had ever been worthy of Patrick the Great's unconventional ways; Cyrus was unique.
Cyrus was surprised and even devastated by Patrick's arrival, because he could see Patrick's determination to die.
“Oh, my dear sun, why are you so gray today? You’re about to be crowned, aren’t you happy?” Patrick was a dignified, aloof, and serious man, so it was undoubtedly incongruous for him to say such a thing.
Cyrus should have laughed loudly and returned the joke, but he couldn't say a word.
“Alright,” Patrick rubbed his nose, looking a little embarrassed, “I tried to appear relaxed, so I deliberately imitated your tone of voice. Looks like I tried to draw a cat but ended up drawing a dog.”
Cyrus managed to calm himself down and asked, "What are you doing here? Aren't you going to take care of what's going on over there?"
Patrick regained his usual seriousness and said, "It's nothing. I came here today to deliver something to you."
Before Cyrus could react, Patrick gently hugged him and said, "Take good care of yourself."
Cyrus's mind and soul were churning and turbulent, as he had contracted a divine artifact whose power he could not suppress.
This is the second item included in the bequest, a divine artifact, which Arebo jokingly calls the God-Locking Chain, but its real name is "Heaven-Locking Chain." It has two main abilities: first, it can conceal the spying of gods and hide its own whereabouts; second, as its name suggests, "Heaven-Locking Chain" prevents any divine power from interfering with this continent and can completely cut off the possibility of gods manifesting miracles.
The bequest has been given to Arribel with these two items; the rest is up to Arribel to decide.
After reading the second half of the record, Areper would only have one choice: even if he was very young at the time, it did not mean that he was a puppet that could be manipulated.
Cyrus and Patrick had fought fiercely, and they had even wanted to kill each other. In the end, they were complete strangers, enemies with opposing stances. Their relationship was just a fleeting, accidental affair. With Parker's departure, all the complicated emotional entanglements between them came to an end.
After reading the letter Patrick left for him, Cyrus abandoned his upcoming coronation ceremony without a second thought. Yes, Cyrus did not die at that time; he used the power of "Locking the Sky" to fake his death.
He was thinking that he had to do something for his friend who came to say goodbye before he died, such as perfecting his friend's plan—sending the gods on their way.
Patrick's letters detail his entanglement with the divine, beginning with "miracles" and ending with "lies."
Patrick never liked vying for power, but he had to take this path of conquest; the struggle against the gods was unavoidable from the moment he was of Felix's blood.
The gods want to find out if Patrick possesses the power of miracles and how far he can go.
Patrick does not possess the power of "miracles," but his very existence is a miracle, causing even the gods to be wary and to become curious about him.
The Lie has arrived, descending as a divine projection, entangled and drawn closer, a love that never tells the truth. The biggest lie He ever told was, "If you agree to be with me and abandon your plans on the mainland, I will help you start a war between the gods."
Patrick wouldn't believe such lies, because his plan was about to succeed. Even if it ultimately couldn't seriously harm the gods, it was better than blindly believing "lies."
It wasn't until Patrick obtained "Lock the Sky" from [Lies] that he had to consider another aspect. When "Lock the Sky" was in Lies's hands, it was called "Hidden," and it only had the function of concealment. It was only when it came into Patrick's hands that it showed its true function.
The reason why gods can gain faith is simply because they can perform miracles and satisfy human desires to a certain extent. If they were no longer useful, how many people would still believe in them?
Only when all the gods perish can the threat of demons on the continent be resolved. Even if it takes a very, very long time, it is still better than the endless demonic swarms.
Patrick had been working towards this goal, and the arrival of "Locking the Sky" was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise. He had been dedicated to making humanity stop believing in gods, but as long as miracles existed, faith could not disappear. Patrick was almost in despair by the end, and "Locking the Sky" was a shot in the arm, but he didn't live to use it.
The "Heaven-Locking" seal wasn't strong enough to break through; with the current power of the gods, it would be easy for them to do so. He could only wait for their power to weaken as the demon seal shattered. This was why he needed to reconsider his actions.
Patrick pretended to believe the "lie" and arranged the back road map. He considered every aspect, from the demon's seal and the secret treasure in the sea to the embers that Cyrus would leave for him. Cyrus helped him perfect things that Patrick hadn't thought of.
Patrick died in the sea, sacrificing his own flesh and blood to create a magic circle that could last for thousands of years. It served the same purpose as "Locking the Sky," and the combination of the two could at least double the effectiveness of the seal.
Cyrus died after perfecting Patrick's plan, sacrificing his own flesh and blood into the Patrick Society's magic circle to make it last longer and be more powerful.
From that moment on, Arebo was filled with the idea that gods were not good things. As he grew up and investigated more and more things, the idea sprouted, grew strong, and eventually became all-encompassing.
The great changes on the continent will create extraordinary individuals; this is an unchanging fact. These extraordinary individuals are then noticed by the gods. Since the gods can no longer live, they become human beings.
The extraordinary individuals possess the best talents of this era, and the gods have little choice but to select a particular person as their vessel, waiting only for the right moment to implement their plans.
Aripo exploited the gods' aloofness and disregard for humanity, secretly uniting with extraordinary individuals to form a rebellious squad.
Everything was going smoothly. After more than 20 years of planning, Arip and his friends seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity when the demon seal was broken and the power of the gods was weakened.
Those who can contribute materials should contribute materials, those who can act as bait should act as bait, those who can intercept human strongmen should intercept human strongmen, and a few should take over the work of those who were sent by the gods to help humans eliminate demons, so that the event of dealing with the gods will not have too much impact on humans.
Then an accident happened. Aribo used "Locking the Sky" and discovered that there was a divine mark on his soul after activating the formation. But it was too late. Once the formation was activated, it could not be stopped. He had only two choices: to die an unknown death or to contribute to this continent.
He didn't want to choose any of them. He wanted to live. He wanted to see Mr. Rabbit again, to say a few more sweet words to him, and to do a few more happy things together...
Whether he lives or dies is not something he can decide. Helpless, he can only choose the latter, following the example of his two predecessors by sacrificing himself to the formation.
Fortunately, he survived in the end. As long as he was alive and could stay by Mr. Rabbit's side, he didn't need to worry about anything else, nor did he want to. He had done enough and didn't want to risk his life anymore. He just wanted to live a peaceful life with Mr. Rabbit.
"The gods aren't dead?" Easter asked after digesting what Arip had said.
“They’re not dead,” Arip said. “They’re not so easy to kill. But if Mr. Rabbit keeps trying to make the faith in them disappear from the continent’s humans sooner or later, they will die eventually.”
“Baby, now that we’ve finished talking about business, shouldn’t we talk about something personal?” Arip lifted the cloak covering him, revealing a body that was completely naked—no, with chains fastened around its ankles.
East couldn't help but look at his body. This body was reconstructed with his power, and every inch of it bore his mark. It belonged to him completely. How could he resist looking at it?
Aripelago stretched out his body generously and displayed it without any hesitation.
Istra wrapped Arip in her cloak. "I was in such a hurry when I came to find you. I need to go and appease my officials."
Arip shrugged helplessly. "Alright, let me change my clothes."
Knowing that they were all chained, Easter took out the clothes he had prepared for Arip.
Arriber didn't say much and quickly changed his clothes.
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