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Chapter 537 - 262: Bronze Cannon, the First Trans-era Attempt!_2
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... un shone down on the tropical highland, where the shores of the Lake Region still brimmed with life, with tall grass and warbling birds.
Harvest time had come. Chiwaco, with a bamboo basket on his back and a farming tool in hand, stood in the fields before the Milites encampment. On his aged smiling face, there was the joy of harvest time, and flowing through his deep pupils was the golden hope. Hope that had been nurtured through the drab, protracted rainy season, now transformed into t ...
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