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... r the esteem of the Round Table Knights,”
Chen Lun’s thumb gently brushed over the surface of the black iron box, feeling its coolness and a rough, sandblasted texture. He chuckled lightly and said.
The iron box in his hand was very similar to the “space packaging” from the Silver Dragon Trade Association; both were single-use consumables that would self-destruct once opened and the contents removed.
‘The club really is generous with its rewards, just giving them away lik ...
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