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Parxia's neighbor was Dim, the only blacksmith in town. Dim, puffing on his pipe, looked at his old neighbor's expression and muttered, "Well now, what's with that face... Could it be you know something about these knights",Lyon glanced at the fresh tea leaves in Mana's bamboo basket, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Has your brother gone to see that old man again",Angel shook his head. "Do I need to teach you that Your father always used to talk like that."。