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... at a village on the outskirts could be so vibrant. There were huts, shops, and inns densely packed along the roads and plazas, and there were pubs next to the streams across the village.

While the knights ran to the pub straight away, beautifully dressed prostitutes leaned out of the windows and blew kisses at them. Some pulled up the hems of their dresses, revealing their bare legs. Max couldn’t believe her eyes, and her mouth hung wide open.

“We’ll hurry up a bit,” Riftan whispered ...

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