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... Master Dahr’s idea, Baron Simon didn’t inquire further.

Though he was the chairman of the Golden Vine Chamber of Commerce, master Dahr didn’t really need to concern himself with Simon; such was the status and pride of being a rune master.

“So, how do you intend to cooperate with the Golden Vine Chamber of Commerce?” Wanting to establish a connection with Dahr, Simon naturally didn’t want to give up easily, but the benefits worth fighting for had to be fought for.

“The Gol ...

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