Um Nobre Guerreiro
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  • Reads 53
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  • Parts 2
  • Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Jun 21, 2019
O peso de várias mortes paira sobre seus ombros 
Ele queria mudar 
Ele queria fazer diferente. 
No entanto, é enviado para um mundo desconhecido 
Os fortes devoram os fracos 
Os ricos humilham os pobres 
Uma vida humana não vale mais do que um punhado de ouro 
Para limpar este mundo ... 
Ele se tornará um nobre guerreiro
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