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... he result of such tedious tasks one after another.


There are times that I have to use sound magic stone and imp-chan’s innocent looks don’t heal me at me all. There’s only imp-chan that poke me with a spear. No imp-chan says [What’s this, you are hard here? What a hopeless fellow.] nor does there’s any imp-chan that I want to rub my back.


The monsters that appeared in this place are hobgoblin twenty percent of the time, while forty percent of the time the hermit crab and the ...

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