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... on of Hannibal, the head of the Free Mercenaries Association, and known by the merchants as “Bully Halla,” took a deep breath as he entered the merchant district.

“Kkkkkk. “It was worth setting off without Grandpa and Uncle Lark knowing.”

Halla escaped while Hannabal and Lark were sparring. She smiled as she saw the shops and street vendors still open.

Going through hard training every day and going out once a month.

But every time I came, the shops and street ven ...

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