The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand eight hundred and eighty-two [Uzo’s terror mail]

Beside him, Vodka suddenly trembled all over, keenly grasping a trace of invisible crisis.

A certain instinct made him feel that he should say something at this time, so after thinking for a moment, Vodka decided to flatter him anxiously: "Brother, you are not surprised at all, as expected of you, you know that kid's script like the back of your hand! "

Gin: "..."

It's a bit harsh.

But it is true.

And vodka and ouzo

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