Happy Life
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While the goblin’s arms were being cut off along with the flesh, the spirits were laughing and insulting him with their last words. But now, as his small, bleeding hands were gradually healing, he was glad to hear their disappointed and offended cries. He knew they were envious of him. If they could do the same, perhaps they would still be alive.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
