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Raphael unfolded a map, and scrutinized the routes on it attentively.

His inner right arm was still aching. As the Black Prophet said, he used that power too often.

'That greedy, insatiable blood-sucking monster.'

Raphael frowned slightly.

But he just left the matter aside—he had too many things to worry about.

Such as the mess in Northland.

Or the boy behind him.

Raphael sighed. He rolled up the map of Dragon Clouds City to the City of Faraway Prayers and looked at the second prince, who was standing by his side.

But the moment he turned around, he could keenly sense that there was something wrong with Thales' expression.

Thales furrowed his brows and his complex gaze was fixed on Raphael.

"You should get some rest. Our journey will not be a peaceful one." Raphael was a little uncomfortable under his stare. He could not help but say, "You better have enough strength…"