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... ayer’s Heart led Qin Ruo and the others into the appraisal shop.


Besides Qin Ruo, the five of them had backpacks fully loaded with loot this time. All of them were holding equipment that had yet to be appraised. They could not carry them everywhere, thus they had to process them quickly and exchange them for gold coins to replenish the potions they lost in the underground ruins.


Speaking of which, for the loot that the five of them had, the total amount of potions used wa ...

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