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... ould you send a potion to the leader of the Golden Dragon Nation?" Tessa asked, breaking the silence.

"Well, I do have a Portal spell, and I'm a Totem, with a massive mana pool. It shouldn't be hard for me to open a small portal back to the Capital.

Then I just pass the potion to someone trustworthy, and send him a System Message to come get it."

Dana flicked him on the forehead. "And you don't think that a random Totem showing up in the Capital will cause absolute chaos?"

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