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... ible when thinking about Irisa’s alchemy request for him again. It was such an embarrassing record in his career.


“Good. Irisa wasn’t joking,” Thewis said.


“That’s the fully enchanted copy you mentioned earlier?” Eureka moved closer to check the crown.


“Yup.”


“Riiiight… It looks really good, I’d give it that. But are you sure the magic array is also the same?”


“You should ask him.” Thewis pointed to Angor.


Angor considered h ...

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