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... a swamp so that the A-Rank Hunters couldn’t easily approach the surroundings.

And on top of that, the grass and garden plants that were still frozen and were dripping water droplets from the summer sun.

I had just moved in yesterday.

‘It’s a relief that the building at least is fine.’

S-Rank Hunters had fought, so if it was this much, it was incredibly good. It was thanks to Yerim being a low level freezing-oriented magic type, and Noah also being originally assistance t ...

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