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... who actually treats me like this... Grid, you’re the first man since I went to the army 17 years ago.’
Peak Sword couldn’t adapt to Grid’s treatment of him. But he didn’t feel bad. He was ecstatic on the drug called patriotism and Grid seemed beautiful, no matter how he acted.
"Were there any good items?”
"Not at all." Grid pulled out an egg. "This is the only thing that dropped. I didn’t ...
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