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... ve his lecture on the history of currency, Eriksson and Welikro took their share of the shaliuns as a memento for their trip to Egret. There was nothing more memorable than the shaliun gold coins Claude obtained after killing the python.


Claude himself didn’t care about his two shaliuns as he had thirty more hidden away. Initially, he had wanted to count on Borkal to sell those coins for money to go on another shopping trip at Mock’s Goods.


He suspected that there were some m ...

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