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... stin, and resolutely left the room.


Walking to the corridor of the guest room, Gilbert walked to the room where Devitt and the others were.


After hearing the voices inside, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.


When Devitt and the others heard the knocking, they immediately stopped talking. Abel picked up the weapon beside the bed and carefully approached the door.


Devitt and Claremont also got off the bed and followed behind Abel, wai ...

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