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... studied medicine, right? Your medical skills come from two of your pentagrams, right? It's good that you have natural abilities that will help you in the profession. But don't get carried away. You need in-depth theoretical knowledge to practice your profession."

Vicente experienced a strong sense of déjà vu as he recalled spending the past two days getting acquainted with his mandatory tasks.

"So I'll have to concentrate on learning the theory..." He muttered when he realized s ...

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