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... to welcome the rushing Lilicia into his embrace.
But just as the old dwarf opened his arms, Lilicia came to a sudden halt.
"Ew, Grandpa, why do you always smell of sweat and alcohol? It’s unbearable!"
The joy on Lilicia’s face disappeared, replaced by full contempt.
"Smelly, really smelly?" The old dwarf’s smile froze instantly, and he couldn’t help sniffing himself, scratching his head, and said, "There’s nothing I can do; this city is built on magma. It’s norma ...
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