They were the newest versions of Eruhaben�s homemade magic bombs.
Beacrox would stay in Plavin Singten�s room in the name of guarding precious goods.
He would be there with the magic bombs that could easily destroy this Southern Tower.
�Heh.�
Cale subconsciously let out a short chuckle.
Of course, only Plavin and Ron heard that chuckle and Plavin ignored the goosebumps on his back as he continued to walk.
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