Bab 223: Loraine's Magical Spell

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In the lobby of the inn, a man with an unrestrained temperament sat at the edge of a table surrounded by idlers.

His dazzling golden hair was casually scattered over his shoulders, and his silk cardigan was as wide open as possible, revealing his thick chest hair. The emerald flute hanging from his waist emitted a magical glow from time to time, and the dazzling legendary charms hanging beside the flute constantly reminded others of its owner's rich and noble status.

Who else could it be but Loraine?

Matthew greeted the innkeeper, Trogg, and ordered two glasses of juice for himself and Lara before walking over.

When Loraine saw Matthew, he immediately jumped down from the corner of the table happily.

He pushed away the idle people who were in the way, opened his arms and cheered,

"Matthew? You came back just in time. I was just about to tell them about your glorious history!"

Matthew couldn't stand the bard's enthusiasm.