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... need the blood of the Golden Race. Please, you must help me,”
Grot knelt on one knee before Viscount Bernard, this Northern Warrior who dared to charge into tenfold and hundredfold enemies was now utterly humble.
For the future of the North, the warrior who would never bend even when pierced by a heavy sword, lowered his proud head time and time again.
Viscount Bernard gave his Guard Commander a deep look and shook his head.
“Grot, you should know what kind of exi ...
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