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... — He then said with a deeper frown. Starting to walk so he could take a seat as if he had lost the energy of the whole day in a simple morning. — "He came before me and expressed himself as well as he could manage with that arrogance of his... It even surprised Frois, and me, of course... at some point I got annoyed at how humble he was acting, so unlike himself, and I wasn’t truly willing to listen much... Sigh! That brat has something in him that makes me reluctant to properly listen, therefor ...

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