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Chapter 22 Come Over, Polish It
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... nly reaching his waist.
She wore patched light yellow linen peasant clothes, looking up at him with a gaze mixed with curiosity and pity.
Me? Fleeing?
The Elf glanced at his own outfit, quite similar to other peasants', with a look of confusion.
Just as he was about to inquire, a robust woman wearing a checkered linen skirt and carrying a basket grabbed the girl's hand, cast a wary glance at the Last Dragon Descendant, and quickly walked her away.
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