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Hey loyal Readers, hope you are enjoying the novel. Life is full of ups and downs, and nothing goes as we expect it sometimes. If you think the MC in this story has suffered enough and will gain a stroke of luck, then we would be all millionaires by now.

The first arc is out on Amazon and is doing great. I have had a whopping sale of about ten to twelve copies of my eBook, with zero sales of my paperback. Nothing can top this Writers joy.

Tears of joy are running down my face as I say, Merry Christmas to my loyal supporters on Patreon. Forget Amazon.

You are the best!

Hope you folks have a joyous Christmas, or at least a whopping holiday! Happy New Year to all of you. Thank you so much for sticking with this novel.

As we will soon usher in the new year, I wish you and everyone on this planet a safe and blessed new year. Whether humans, goblins or dragonkin, let's have a productive new year!

Below is a draft from the arc after the Limerock arc which will soon start. Spoiler alert, for those who don't want to read!

"Milord, the commoner Doug from the gang."

The servant hailed out, as they stepped into the large hall. He stressed the word commoner, inciting sneers on the faces of the gang leaders presently seated on the long benches.

"Enough! I will discipline you later, for treating a member of the underground with disrespect. Just because we control the streets and allies in Frost City, doesn't mean we should belittle any upstarts."

The man seated on the largest chair in the raised dais scolded. The evident sarcasm drew bouts of chuckles and laughter from the surroundings. In this lavish villa located in the south, outside the walls of Frost City, he ruled like a king.

In the open he held the title of a mid-ranking noble, mingling with others of his station in the City. His mansion in the city held frequent banquets, allowing nobles to interact and engage in light trade.

Only very few people knew of his other identity--leader of the Rocksewer gang. The group that controls the majority of sleazy activities, ranging from assassinations, kidnapping and robbery in the city. Over half of the Red Light district and other shady businesses belonged to him.

"Ah, isn't it

"Who are you supposed to be?"

Lord Arash mocked this rude child who stepped out. His eyes never noticed that this young brat had always stood at the front of Doug and Singh. Cloaked in black with lose red hair scattered over the dropped hood, she appeared like a child from the streets.

Until he locked eyes with those proud green pupils. Those eyes however, ignored him like a bug.

With another step, she clasped her hands behind her back, and surveyed the hall with an upraised head. She nodded in satisfaction at the large arches, that opened out into a panoramic view of meadows and fields of wheat and corn.

"This is nice, very nice. I like it, but I want one of those windows turned into a door."

"Brat you dare ignore Lord Arash. See how..."

The younger of the two men standing behind Lord Arash, stepped out while drawing his sword. The group of leaders sitting on the benches along the hall, along with their accompanying bodyguard, shook their heads. The carpet in the hall would have to be changed, the stone floor scrubbed again. A question interrupted the man halfway.

"Is he the one who killed Lin?"

The little girl turned and asked Doug.

"Yes."

Like a flicker to the eyes, the young girl disappeared from the middle of the hall.

Pow!

"Aaah!

A cracking sound like a pistol shot, followed by a horrifying scream.

All eyes swiveled towards the dais, to see the Sersen tumble as if in slow motion down the red carpeted steps. Only when the roll completed did their minds comprehend the scene.

They had barely registered the one-armed man spraying blood from below his shoulders, when the other Sersen joined him. This old man clutched his thigh, rolling around as blood and bone fragments remained from his foot. It looked like a butcher had smashed down on his leg with seriously dull axe.

"What madness is this?"

"Doug, we demand an explanation."

"That's right, no matter the grievances in Frost City, you are out of line. The rules of the seasonal gathering have always condoned any fighting. Stop this at once, or face the wrath of the combined gangs."

As the bodyguards and leaders of various gangs jumped in fear from their seats, another shrill scream silenced them. With fear-laced eyes, they glanced towards the dais. On the step below the throne, Lord Arash lay sprawled out, paralyzed.

The twitching body, frothing mouth, and eyes devoid of hate, but loaded with genuine fear, stared towards them, begging for help.

"Look at you all. Daring to challenge my subordinates. Which one of you here, demands an explanation from this Queen."

She gracefully seated herself on the throne, crossing her little legs with the poise and bearing of a noblewoman. With a straightened back, her eyes roamed across the scattered groups in the hall.

"Be seated. Anyone who dares to leave, or attempts to escape will die. Amarok! Kill any who decides to flee."

She waved her dainty hands, indicating for them to sit. A low growl emanated from the narrow doorway, as a large wolf exited the shadow. A faint crackling came from little flicks of lightening that popped and caressed its fur.

The sight shocked the men who intended to launch an attack, deflating their plans like a balloon.

"By the Nord Pass! What is that creature?"

"Heaven help us. Is this a wolf or demon? No, look outside, there are two more outside the window. Fighting is futile!"

Aaaaah!

Another shrill scream silenced the gang leaders as Dyna squeezed on the face of the man below her leather boot.

"I won't ask politely again."

No one cared who found the bench first, but soon all the gang leaders looked up at the little girl on the throne. Doug and Singh walked past the whimpering men and stood on both sides of the throne. From the beginning, they never lifted a finger.

The eyes of the gang leaders followed every move, then scanned the questioning faces of their peers. Most of them eventually landed on the wrinkled face of a white-bearded, bald man. With a sigh from being used as a probe, the old man stood up and clasped his hands while bowing.

"Master Doug, my humble apology, but may we ask who is this young lady?"

It was obvious that Doug and his group had found an unbelievable Sersen. The aim of all the gangs was how to poach this little brat. The reply however, dispelled their greedy thoughts.

"She is our little Boss."