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... tion. It was better to leave that lesson for later.

"Those creatures are called the numbing claws, their claws have that kind of effect," Lexus said. "You can sell them directly to doctors or some middlemen. Despite that ability, their meat can be eaten just fine."

That was good to know, but Aion wondered if it was fine to say that while the monster was alive. The creature was going to die of bleeding, but… before he could think of anything else, Aion heard sole grunts coming fro ...

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