What was written on the note was not some magic secret.

Rather, it's a place whisper used for trading.

Clock Tower, Traveler's Guesthouse.

In the magnificent and brilliant decoration, the silver-haired old man leaned on the sofa, and his burly body carried a sense of gloom.

Oloch Sisamond pinched out a cigar, cut off the front mouth, put it in his mouth and chewed: "What's the change, what about the imp before?" ”

"Something happened to him, and I'll clean up the aftermath for him."

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