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In a few months, Count Wein not only defeated the four lords that had united against him, he also defeated another three lords and had gotten a large piece of territory of over ten thousand square kilometers.


Count Wein right now had already become the strongest Stantine Duchy lord that no one could compare to.


The northern Stantine Duchy fell to the flames of war and the south also wasn’t calm.


Anklo had been saving his strength in the first ...

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