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Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada
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我的邻居喜欢在半夜三点看我铲一小时雪
我的邻居喜欢在半夜三点起来铲一小时雪
Virion's composure finally shatters. A vein throbs in his temple. He slams his hand down on the table, making everyone jump. “This council is adjourned!” He snaps.
“Thank you, Lydia,” he says, his voice perfectly level. He dismisses her with a slight nod. “Please inform Her Grace that I am currently occupied with matters of state, but will endeavor to... attend to her botanical needs... at my earliest convenience.”
He turns back to the map as if nothing happened. The General is staring at him as if he's grown a Mind Flayer’s tentacle. Virion points to a mountain pass. “As I was saying, securing this pass is paramount. We cannot allow Goblin raiders to—"
A deafening silence falls over the hall. The General's jaw goes slack. The housecarl drops his quill. Every single eye turns to Virion.
For a solid five seconds, Virion doesn't move. He stares blankly at the map, his mind refusing to connect the words he just heard with the current geopolitical crisis. Slowly, a mortified flush creeps up his neck, turning his pointed ears a vivid shade of crimson.