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... earby guilds in order to get that much so, can you wait for it until tomorrow?」

「What time tomorrow?」

「Around early afternoon….probably.」

Maa, it can’t be helped. I mean, there’s no point even if I complain.

「I understand. Oi, Sonja? Maria? Do you mind if we stay here tonight?」

「Then, let’s take a room where we all can stay.」

「Yeah, I have no problem with that.」

「…..then please consider others. Don’t make too much noise later…..」

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