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“Gulvig, I shall call you Gulvig,” Liszt stammered in Moon Language, his proficiency sorely lacking.

He could barely understand and be understood, yet speaking fluently was another matter, given how seldom he had the chance to use Moon Language.

Unexpectedly, the Mermaids, an ancient remnant race, also spoke Moon Language, albeit with some differences from the Moon Slayers. Even Ach, adept in many languages, had to guess and infer in conversations with Gulvig. < ...

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