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... with two entrance gates. The distance between the eastern and western gates reached five kilometers. The walls surrounding the city were made of concrete, forming a square shape like a fortress. The walls were only ten meters high but nearly one meter thick, with four watchtowers at each corner.

Mariel entered the city after paying one silver coin (10 escal) to the gate guard. They did not care whether someone was a citizen of the kingdom or not. As long as people did not have a document ...

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His admiration for the paragon of the high elf race turned into hatred when he got some damning knowledge about why demons kept attacking his home and looting the sacred tree of life. His hatred for the realm lord turned to self-hatred for his weakness and mediocrity.

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He got more than he wanted from the trial. His plan for reincarnation would be a success after some adjustments. But now he has a different aim. He won't aim for just the realm lord. The realm lord has control of the High Heaven Realm. That isn't enough for Geraldirah anymore.

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