Olo Sizamud.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and a half-withered face, his skin looks like dried bark that has been drained of water, his eyes behind the lenses are sharp as if he can slash, and his body exudes a solemn, eccentric, and irritable atmosphere.

There are many words to describe him, but none of them are as vivid as a simple and straightforward sentence.

- The authority of butterfly magic.

I put on a magic dress for the clock tower and sat down

Chapter 9 of "The Fantasy Archetype of the Moon": Unity is Strength~ I am in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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