Ange ignored it and continued to walk forward, but his heart was secretly thinking, trial?

What trials?

.....

In the bar at the very center of the camp, Beowulf threw a mouthful of phlegm on the ground with his arms around the scantily clad woman.

Slaying the dragon will keep Beowulf's spirit in a constant state of flux, and he needs these things to vent his stress.

It was a cowboy-style bar, and the bar was full of smoke, alcohol, and sweat

"I Was Forced to Slay the Dragon After Failing the Course" Chapter 177 Two Crazy People Are Hitting Their Hands, Please Wait a Moment,

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