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... solve this matter, doesnt it?

Girard remained composed, showing no signs of wavering even when facing Virgil.

He had a clear understanding of his own predicament.

And what would transpire next.

This is really Isnt that wizard too clever? I just planned to leak some information casually and buy time, but he even realized theres a traitor within the organization and used that to his advantage in the negotiation If I had known, I wouldnt have said anything from the s ...

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