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Of course, since only there could he get something quickly, he still had to go to see and try.

He searched for the location of Abyys Den on the online map. Just because he was a native of this city, it didn't mean he knew all the places as the city itself was too big.

One could practically not explore the entire city center as there were too many branch roads.

Quickly, he found Abyys Den which was actually very close to the location of the mayor's office.

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