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Lu Yuan closed his eyes and meditated for three hours before he vaguely glimpsed a scene.
On the dome of the spacious main hall hung three hundred and sixty Mithril chandeliers, each lampshade made from the skull of a certain type of fish, with wicks burning the never-extinguishing fish oil of mermaids.
The small piece of Mithril he held was part of the chandelier.
Under the bright lights, a grand banquet commenced as scheduled.
The Patron Civili ...
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