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... ook a stew. She had picked some fresh mushrooms along the way, and the stew was smelling very nice.
Remi had vanished somewhere when the sun went down.
Greem wasn’t worried about him at all.
After all, he wasn’t a Third Grade Spirit of Pestilence for nothing. If Remi were to go berserk, he alone would be enough to turn an entire area into a land of death instantly.
Meanwhile, Greem had arrived at the top of one of those colossal mushrooms when night fell. He sat at the ed ...
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