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Chapter Forty-Eight: Older and Wiser
After getting their barbarian patched up, the party made their way back to the surface. Pita had conserved just enough mana to get them dried off, though this left Elise’s hair looking more like a massive, fluffy bird’s nest than its usual neat, smooth curls. She wasn’t terribly bothered, having latched onto the feeling of relief that washed over her when Mercenades burst from the crab, but she was looking forward to getting back to the guild hall and having a proper bath. She may joke about being a dirty murder hobo, but she didn’t really enjoy being smelly. Elise and Pita had spent some time collecting crab meat while Ichigo and Mercenades grabbed sacs of acid from the deceased worms. Together they’d even dragged one of the claws back up to the surface with them. Even after their second
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