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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",Horses neighed and hooves drummed as the knight came to a halt at the entrance of the tea plantation, removing his helmet.,Angel shook his head. "Do I need to teach you that Your father always used to talk like that."。