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... the Wasteland Guild.
Zunong paced anxiously in the hall, his face filled with worry, glancing at the hall’s entrance from time to time.
His clenched fists revealed his inner tension.
When one of his trusted subordinates rushed into the hall, Zunong hurriedly approached and asked eagerly.
“How is it?”
Gasping for breath, his subordinate showed a letter covered in writing. “This is a reply from Lady Monica. She promises that everything she said before is eff ...
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