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... voice of this "person" sounded inexplicably comfortable.
Even at this moment, Sartre had a faint sense of "trust" in this person.
This made Sartre in the wooden house raise his alertness to the peak.
The door of the wooden house slowly opened!
At the door, he saw the owner of the voice.
This is a dark-skinned, tall, thin man with a hearty smile.
"Chaos Procore Messenger - Nyarlathotep"
The other party's name naturally appeared in his mind.
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