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... n the lowest level of Wizard tools, cost at least a thousand Magic Stones. To buy a Wizard tool with a blueprint for 180 Magic Stones was simply something that could be laughed out of a dream.


Leaving the magic shop, Heath continued to stroll on the street.


Although he had the main materials to restore this magic tool, he still lacked more than a dozen supplementary materials.


Although these materials could be sold in this magic shop, to avoid arousing suspici ...

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