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... an Harrov, what happened?”

Seeing several chairmen suddenly stand up from their seats, Rafael immediately sensed something was amiss and hurriedly asked.

“Master Rafael, you’ll have to preside over the upcoming knighting ceremony. We’re afraid we need to make an immediate trip to the Empire!” Harrov spoke at an extremely fast pace, not even having time to explain further before he strode out of the conference with Lynn and others.

The wizards in the great hall also notice ...

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