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... d the old janitor's words as well as saw the coin taken out by the old janitor from the old janitor's pockets, he couldn't help but ask, "Does that mean my answers to your questions don't matter? Even if I answer them incorrectly, it will still result in this coin toss challenge?"

In response to Kayden's inquiry, Weiss replied, "Yes. Otherwise, why did you think I mentioned the requirements of answering my questions and you receiving the rewards by luck? I never mentioned that answering ...

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