Standing alone in the room, Murdock slowly untied his hair before ruffing it up a bit.
He washed his face with water in a basin and rubbed a hint of pinkish petals on his upper cheeks, giving him a youthful glow that would make one subconsciously lower their guard.
Following that, he dawned a flashy get-up and walked out of his room with a stupid look on his face.
Alright.
It was time to continue his flower dandy.
"Ladies... Ladies... I'm so sorry to keep you all waiting."
The playboy was back.
And just like that, Titarian had gotten its first look into Baymard's technology.
The atmosphere in Dario looked steady on the surface but had several ripples underneath.
And similar to their situation was that in Titarian's most beloved city.
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--The Royal City City, Titarian, Zohl.--
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The sun was high up in the sky, giving a warm nudge to those beneath.
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