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... instincts told me that this was a trap.
Jaran, the third-ranked magical swordsman in our class, whose pride rivalled that of a Barbary macaque with a goatee, would never willing apologise to me without reasons.
Just as I was about to refuse his offer, Fredric interjected, "That’s impressive. I’d mistaken you for the prideful type, along with some of your peers. Admitting to your mistakes is an admirable trait that all aspiring heroes aspire to."
He stretched his hand and ...
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