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I Became a Plutocrat in World War I: Starting with Saving France - Chapter 838: The Great Explosion
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... ed by the earth, silently weaving through the trees like white specters.
The air was filled with the freshness of grass and trees, mixed with the scent of dew. A gentle breeze swept the dew along the grape leaves, where it merged into the ground and disappeared without a trace.
If it weren't for the war, Mount Montbeh would be a place that could make people intoxicated.
But the piercing whistle shattered this beauty and tranquility, startling a flock of wild pigeons into ...
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