A small dagger was as oppressive as a sharp sword in the hand of the man named Marko.

He leaned sideways, his right hand pressed against Cesare's throat, and his left hand swayed behind him to keep his body balanced and a certain confident grace.

Although his words sounded inexplicable, Cesare could not explain the reason, and he always felt that the figure and voice of the scoundrel in front of him had appeared in his memory......

It's just that it's been too long, and I can't remember it in a short period of time, and it doesn't feel like a good memory in the dark.

The light of the oil lamp swayed and shone as Marco approached......

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