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... ier 6 ice silk.”

“The entire outer skin of a tier 5 berserk buffalo.”

Ron kept repeating these words, and no one knew what he was calculating.

His heart was now breaking down.

Previously, he was very confident that he would have to compensate for the loss because his family was a noble.

But now, he could not even take out the fire lizard teacup from the Tier 6 Magic Beast, let alone the ice silk.

He could not even take out the fire lizard teacup fr ...

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