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A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,The black wrought iron gate, adorned only with understated thorn patterns...didn't look like the entrance to a prestigious household.,He was merely an adopted orphan from a commoner family. He only became such a prominent figure because of his good fortune and being favored by the professor, who adopted him. Now, he's someone even the Surveillance Bureau can't touch...。