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Nobody could discover the beauty and art in this dilapidated Mecha buried in the dirt, save for those involved in a fielding relating to it. The female priest had no need to gain profit from the increased value of the arts, though she was, undoubtedly, a true artist. Looking at the Mecha in the glass container, she said softly, “It would look even more beautiful if it could move; but we don’t know what color it has.”


“White,” said Jing Jiu before he turned to head towa ...

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