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... d Officer Nate Nech led their mounts and looked at the crowded team before the checkpoint and the seemingly endless house behind in surprise.


"Ah, there are too many people, I can't get in the line."


"Is the Emerald City so lively? Or are you doing a big sale?"


"No, it's not a market, and there is no big price reduction," Guard Kong Muto squeezed from the other side with difficulty, trying hard to refuse the hawkers who peddled them: "But obviously, we are still ...

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