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... to the headquarters of the Salvation Society in Oz County. In the end, the two could only wave goodbye in the ancient provincial capital.

Life is like this, you can't walk with other people forever.

At the foot of the volcanic forest.

lime city.

Matavus flew among the clouds in the sky, and along the way, she saw many believers who brought their families on a pilgrimage to the volcanic forest.

"Thank you God of Harvest."

"Great Kurmis, please give us th ...

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