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... farm?”
“No.”
“Not interested then,” Ange dismissed.
While expecting Ange’s rejection, Durken quickly interjected, “My lord, may I shelter her?”
Negris, puzzled, asked, “What would you keep her for? Wouldn’t she just get in the way?”
“You wield books, there’s not much for you to do. But as the King of Alchemy, I used to have many attendants serving me, now I have to wash my own clothes. How unnerve!” Durken exclaimed.
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Negris raised his ...
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