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The encircling camp of inexperienced warriors lay about 5 hundred yards from the town's partitions. His research had taught him that on this little-explored portion of Barsoom the fierce tribe of Torquasian inexperienced men ruled supreme, and that as yet no pink man had succeeded in piercing to the guts of their area to return once more to the world of civilization. Carthoris, too, followed the identical route, nor was it lengthy earlier than his coronary heart was gladdened by the sight of the moonlit exit from the long, darkish passage. Upon his already jewel-encrusted harness, to the strap that crossed his nice chest beneath which beat his loyal heart, Carthoris, Prince of Helium, fastened the gleaming thing that Thuvia of Ptarth had worn, and wearing, had made holy to the Heliumite. Romantic Isekai, great for once you just want to watch one thing straightforward on the eyes and do not need to think a lot. |
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