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... art as deep as a calm well, couldn’t help but feel a slight ripple.

This Velen, really something, when it comes to matters, he’s truly on the frontlines!

Although he looks a bit naive.

"Velen, things aren’t what you think…"

She was about to explain, but saw Velen already turning to the Ironback Centipede, giving orders.

"Iron Cub, take Lord Anastasia and leave. I’ll handle this!"

The moment Anastasia heard Velen’s voice, she felt a vast mana wrap a ...

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