Moreover, this world has always been cruel and realistic; to gain power, one must make corresponding efforts.
Miracles and magic are never free.
Having achieved fourth-tier strength in the spiritual lineage, Anthony is definitely not a good-for-nothing who just coasts along.
In fact, Anthony himself must have some skill to win the hearts of so many women.
He also received the most standard and rigorous education from the upper nobility, a product of that kind of morbid control, and had a deep interest in literature.
"I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."
Golden eyes and white hair are among the most prominent features of the angel lineage, and to my recollection, Anthony had never had any contact with such a person.
But for some reason, Anthony always felt a strange sense of familiarity, especially when he saw the other person's back.
As Anthony continued to ponder, he frowned, a sharp pain shooting through his mind, and he vaguely saw some images.
hiss!
"What's going on? What have I forgotten? When was that?"
Although it was only for a moment, Anthony seemed to see the dark sky and the rain of blood falling from the sky, as well as... a figure floating high in the sky.
Just as Anthony was about to pound his head in frustration, Andrew, who had been smiling and silent all along, suddenly stepped to the front.
He drew two uniquely styled weapons from his waist and said casually:
"If none of you have any ideas, I do have a suggestion."
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