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"Hey, I have already mailed a few life-increasing magic herbs your way. They should arrive in a few hours or by tonight. I know you would want to thank me, but there's no way for you to contact me. After all, I am out of reach. No, seriously! I am busy cleaning up the creatures of hell that had invaded different worlds and closing hell dimension portals, so to say, Hell's Paradise. You won't be able to contact me until I return to the academy. So d ...

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