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... an used the basement tonight. It was already night, and the sky was thick with dark clouds. The night was the time when Lu Solar slept, and based on experience, such cloud cover weakened the influence of the gods. Still, there was no reason to ignore the safest possible method.

At this rate, I might as well be an honorable, corrupted one.

A faint chuckle escaped Ian’s lips. After all, this was the main reason he had stopped in this city. Taking out the fragment of the Black Wall ...

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