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... at seemed to urge its master.
“......”
Baal was still silent. He stood still and didn’t wield his sword.
His eyes remained on Grid. It was more like meditating. In fact, Baal’s eyelids were half-closed. He was trying to ignore Grid, who was pointing a finger at his own chest and provoking him. It was because he didn’t know what type of nonsense the epic would say if he looked at it clearly.
‘Is it the feeling of a toy?’
Baal let out ...
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