Today's weather is very good, the sun is shining brightly, and the white clouds are blooming...

At this time, at the Sword Tomb of the Eagle Group, in this place that has obviously been tidied up, and with weapons stuck on the ground, it looks like a forest of steel, Rickett is rejoicing and delighted. And a man wearing silver armor, a white cloak, and long silver-white hair, who was standing on the high place of the sword mound with his back facing him, silently looking at the slightly rusty handles. weapon inserted in

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