As he rose upwards, Wilbur caught the black dot, or more precisely, the person. A lady. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Right before Wilbur landed on the ground, he stuck out a leg and pushed himself sideways from a balcony to land on an empty alley behind the hotel.

In Wilbur's arms then was a dazed-looking woman who reeked of alcohol.

Actually, she even looked a little familiar.

Wilbur took a closer look at the lady. She looked a bit like one of Galloria's biggest celebrities, Sylvia Ronan.

Despite not paying much attention to the media, Sylvia was a big enough star who had appeared in the biggest headlines enough times for Wilbur to remember her.

Was it suicide? Wilbur was a little confused.

Sylvia

and Wilbur took the long way back so that they would not

on the couch,

gotten here,

a building? The clothes she was wearing did little to

could not help but marvel to himself, taking in the

so used to beauty

was she actually trying to take her own life? Either way, he was just going to wait for Sylvia to wake up and have her leave. After all,

Sylvia began to puke violently all

huffed exasperatedly. He got up to clean her vomit up, helping Sylvia onto a chair

hell?" Wilbur used his spiritual sense to cast the 'Infinite Linguist' spell, staring at

finally spotted Wilbur, jumping in

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