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... people wearing ordinary clothes.

But the person who looks extraordinarily embarrassed and full of aliens maintains the left and right sides of the carriage and looks as if carrying valuable goods.

More than a dozen carriages ran over uneven roads and deepened into the mountains.

Basically, I can't hear the voice of any conversation.

Only the faintly crying of the child, floating in this clear sky.

"Cry, kill you first when you cry."

Just in this cry, a s ...

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