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... ity, Dolez City gave people the feeling of majesty and magnificence. There were many towering buildings in the city. Although these soaring towers were equivalent to the construction of the medieval time, it was a symbol of prosperity in this world.

Sitting on the carriage that was slowing down, Punk looked at the large stretches of farmland. Some well-dressed soldiers were alertly guarding the spice-growing fields. As the tender season wasn't time for these spice to mature, there was a s ...

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