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Just wait a little longer.

Though, right now, I don’t think there is a big difference between them.

554 Name: Anonymous Sorcerer

Is that right?

I’ve only been to one side.

555 Name: Anonymous Greatsword Wielder

At least, when it comes to town facilities, they are exactly the same.

Even if they look different, they made it so that the locations of the shops are pretty much in the same place.

556 Name: Anonymous Spear Wielder

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