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... oy and a young man.


“Are you serious?”


It spoke in a grave manner, which clashed with the delicate voice it possessed.


“Will you really do as you say?”


Even the deep wrinkles that was forming at the top of its face gave off a child-like impression. It diluted the message it was giving.


“Are you really planning on traveling beyond the Terube castle wall?”


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