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... e has been designated as a restricted area that ordinary people cannot enter by the holy royal court.

  Ten years have passed, the most powerful monsters have long been cleaned up by the witcher house and the trial, and the horrible memories of the past have gradually been forgotten, and only exist in the memories of those who experienced them chatting.

Although dark erosion pollution still exists in some dark corners, with the continuous development of urban commerce and handicraf ...

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