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... hird time, Brent wiped the mud splattered on his face, his expensive calfskin boots already stained with mud and water.
This tax collector of the Lothern Federation’s Viscount complained bitterly, "Damn wilderness... even the air smells like beast dung!"
Behind him, five warriors disguised as caravan guards had their armor linings thoroughly soaked by the rain.
"Hurry up!"
"If we ruin the gifts for those beasts, hehe, none of us will end well."
He coldly s ...
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