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... ht-headed, his legs weak; he couldn’t even muster the power of Holy Light. In his dizziness, he tried to clench his right fist, on which a ring was placed, ready to unleash a pre-arranged Divine Art that could dispel most poisons.
But as he reached out, a bottle of liquor smashed against his arm.
The bottle shattered, causing no harm to him, but interrupted his attempt to clench his fist.
The Orcish Bartender, holding half a bottle, looked regretfully at the metal can bef ...
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