Chapter 550 Another Use of the Soul
The Great Cemetery, Resurrection Square.
As the eerie green soulfire regrouped beneath the massive obsidian statue, a skeleton draped in tattered robes slowly emerged from the void.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu moved his newly reconstructed finger bones, making a series of crisp cracking sounds.
The dizzying sensation of his soul being forcibly pulled out of his body and then stuffed back in made the soul fire in his eye sockets flicker involuntarily a few times.
"Damn... has the pain reduction in this game stopped working? Just a moment ago, I felt like my skull was ripped open."
A complaint came from the side.
A flash of white light appeared at the resurrection point not far away, and Hu Wan, the Minotaur Knight, and the Pig-Headed Warrior emerged from the resurrection chamber one after another.
The two lizardman players were grimacing and touching their necks, clearly still shaken by the experience of being instantly killed.
"Don't even mention it, I didn't even see what the BOSS looked like before the screen went black."
Hu Wan shook his tail, now just bones, in frustration. As one of the top thieves in the entire server, to be killed instantly without even a chance to stealth was an absolute disgrace.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu sighed and instinctively reached for the staff embedded in his ribs, only to find it empty. He then remembered that his staff and the ring on his hand had fallen into that damned cave.
At this moment, even though he was a skeleton without flesh and blood, everyone could sense a trace of heartache in his stiff movements.
"Brother Ye, what do you say?" The pig-headed knight leaned over and said with a smug grin, "Everyone on the forum is making fun of us for being a deliveryman. Can we stand for that?"
"Let them talk, do you think I'd take it to heart?"
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu smiled faintly, appearing nonchalant. However, those who knew him well knew that he was actually quite bothered by it.
Those damn NPCs have no sportsmanship!
certainly--
What's even more outrageous is that the planner actually launched a sneak attack!
We must get this back!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. After a moment's pause, Yi Ye Zhi Qiu continued.
"Let's go to the store and buy some supplies and basic equipment. We'll head back now! Before anyone explores that cave, we might be able to retrieve the equipment. Although we're not short of ghost money, we can't let those rats get away with it."
The pig-headed knight's face lit up with joy.
"The boss is brilliant!"
The four of them charged into the store with great enthusiasm.
At this moment, the commercial area of the Great Cemetery was bustling with activity, with countless players setting up stalls and trading.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu went straight to the official "Logistics Supply Station" to buy a few sets of basic equipment for temporary use.
However, as soon as he stepped into the store, the usually aloof and indifferent store manager suddenly lit up, jumped down from behind the high counter, and rubbed his hands together as he spoke.
"Hey! Isn't this [One Leaf Knows Autumn]? You've finally arrived!"
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu paused for a moment, the soul fire in his skull flickering strangely, he didn't remember this coward being so polite before.
"What? Is there a discount today?"
"A discount? No, no, no, there's something even better than a discount today!"
The shop manager chuckled, then turned around and pulled out a tightly wrapped package from under the counter, laboriously pushing it in front of Yi Ye Zhi Qiu.
"This is an 'urgent shipment' just brought back from the front lines. General Alakdo specifically instructed that the brave warriors who scouted the north had worked hard! You gave your hearts to the Demon King's army, and the Demon King's army cannot let you suffer losses in vain. Now these equipment are returned to their rightful owners! Please check them!"
Regardless of whether this guy has a heart or not, he memorized every single line the Demon King taught him.
These words were translated into a language that the "players" could understand using the translation crystals displayed on the counter.
I never expected such a good thing to happen.
The soul fire of Yiyezhiqiu suddenly flickered, and with some disbelief, it stretched out its finger bones and sliced open the spider silk on the package.
Splash—
With a crisp metallic clang, several familiar pieces of equipment slid out.
Lying on top was none other than the staff that haunted his dreams and which he had named "Abyss Grip"!
And his gold and diamond ring!
Not only that, but also Hu Wan's dagger, the minotaur's spear, the pig-headed man's battle axe... even the several bottles of potions that had fallen out of their backpacks were all neatly stacked inside!
In a gap in the equipment, he was surprised to find a note with a line of scribbled writing on it:
Well played.
—The Demon King
...
The sweltering heat of late June enveloped the makeshift camp on the outskirts of Raven City, the air thick with the stench of decaying matter and the aroma of stewing grains.
The flies hovering low overhead emitted an annoying buzzing sound, like ghouls impatiently rubbing their hands, waiting for the feast to begin.
The refugees from the Kingdom of Ryan who escaped from Burial Peak are now lying haphazardly under the shade of trees or in makeshift tents.
Most of them were poorly clothed, had missing limbs, and stared blankly in a fixed direction with empty eyes, clearly on the verge of mental collapse.
For these people who have just crawled back from the brink of hell, the past few months have been like a prolonged nightmare.
The soldiers at the northern outpost of Raven City were also unsure how to handle the situation. After all, they weren't the patrolmen of Campbell's Fortress; they dealt mostly with bandits, not refugees.
The only saving grace was that Raven City reacted relatively quickly.
The city lord brought local officials and church priests, while the local baron brought servants from his estate and several cartloads of supplies.
Of course, this was not because these gentry were particularly compassionate, but simply because they had heard that His Majesty the Grand Duke and the legendary Prince were about to arrive.
In order to make a good impression on truly important figures, these nobles from remote rural areas displayed an even greater enthusiasm than during a festival.
"Hurry up!"
"Damn it, haven't any of you eaten? Set up that tent! And you, what are you standing there for?! You over there, go boil some water!"
"What? You're the one from the tent? Then come back here!"
A baron with a beer belly rode a short, stocky warhorse, brandishing a whip and shouting loudly through the camp, sweating profusely.
His gorgeous silk suit was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his fat belly, making him look indescribably comical.
Clark stood a short distance away, rubbing his temples in exasperation.
The master's shout only made things worse, causing the already flustered servants to scatter like headless flies. Those setting up tents grabbed soup ladles, and those cooking porridge picked up sticks.
Okay...
He was happy, but his subordinates suffered.
Fortunately, the baron soon felt he had done enough, or perhaps he was impatient with the stench, so he hurriedly left with a few attendants, saying he was going to greet His Majesty the Grand Duke's carriage.
With those boisterous gentlemen gone, the camp finally returned to normal. The guy who set up the tent lit a cigarette and finished his work in the time it takes to smoke one.
Incidentally, ever since the Roxay 1053 rifle was put into service, people discovered that wrapping gunpowder in paper could greatly improve loading efficiency, and they quickly applied this technique to cigarette making.
While others had done this before, "Rocksai 1053" popularized the technology... something even "Prince Roxai Collin" himself probably didn't expect.
"By Saint Sith... thank you!"
A survivor who had just finished drinking hot porridge grasped Clark's hand tremblingly and said in a choked voice.
"If it weren't for you... we would really have died in that godforsaken place!"
That hand was withered and thin, with black scabs still under its fingernails, and its cloudy eyes were filled with tears of emotion.
Clark withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly, grinned, and smiled with the roughness and simplicity characteristic of border soldiers.
"You are welcome……"
To be honest, he really didn't deserve that "thank you," since it had nothing to do with him that these lucky people were able to escape alive.
Last night, all the men at the outpost slept through the night, and he still has no idea what happened up north.
Looking at the other person's face, which had regained some of its vitality, Clark hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked in a low voice.
"What exactly happened last night?"
The survivor's pupils contracted, a fleeting look of confusion flashing in his eyes, and he spoke as if in a dream.
"I don't know... It was too dark and chaotic. I heard someone shouting, and then I started running. Halfway there, I heard that someone had seen a group of dwarves riding giant spiders rush into the cave and kill the ratmen they saw..."
dwarf?
Riding a spider?
Clark raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.
While there are indeed dwarves and cave spiders in the Wanren Mountains, when did these two creatures end up together?
This sounds like an outlandish story made up by a drunken bard.
However, he didn't ask any further questions.
It's likely that in the pitch black of night, these prisoners, preoccupied with escaping for their lives, had no chance to see their savior's true face.
Perhaps they are mercenaries, or perhaps some other force.
Moreover, those people may not necessarily be there to save lives; there might be underlying interests that a nobody like me cannot comprehend.
Clark shook his head, deciding to keep these questions to himself.
Anyway, the bigwigs from the Royal Railways have already arrived, so let them worry about this headache.
...
As the sun began to set, the sound of rapid hoofbeats broke the silence outside the camp.
Since the Royal Railways only operated up to Spinorburg in the west, the remaining distance had to be measured by horseback.
Luo Yan and Eileen did not ride in a comfortable carriage, but instead changed horses along the way, galloping through the dust to the north of Cold Raven City.
Accompanying her were only Theresa, Sarah, and more than twenty elite guards.
Although Luo Yan and Sarah had been here before, they still acted as if it were their first time.
"Whoa—"
The warhorses neighed and stopped at the entrance to the camp.
Sarah dismounted gracefully, her movements as light as a falling leaf, and then naturally walked to Luo Yan's side.
"Leave it to me, Your Highness."
As she spoke, she naturally took the reins from Luo Yan and skillfully tied the warhorse to the wooden stakes in the camp.
As the Demon King's most trusted bodyguard, Sarah remains as reliable as ever, as if there is no detail in the world she cannot take care of.
Seeing this, Theresa also wanted to learn the thoughtfulness of the "Imperial Guards".
However, just as she reached out to take Eileen's reins, she found that her capable master had already nimbly jumped off his horse and tied a neat knot.
The Campbell nobles' practical skills were still too strong, and Theresa couldn't help but worry for His Highness. She had heard that the nobles of the Empire preferred gentle ladies.
As for where she heard it from...
Then you'd have to ask the young writers of Thunder City; they must have imagined the imperial nobles based on the nobles around them.
Luo Yan straightened his cuffs and followed Eileen into the refugee camp, while Sarah, Theresa, and the others followed behind them.
Everywhere you look, there is devastation. It is not the watered-down version of what the wandering poets described, but a real and visible tragedy.
Eileen looked at the people huddled in the corner, their bodies wrapped in bandages, her emerald green eyes flashing with undisguised pity and anger.
Some had broken legs, some were missing arms, some had their backs mangled and bloody, unable to even lie down, forced to lie face down...
"That's... way too much."
Eileen's voice trembled slightly.
Luo Yan noticed that her fists, hanging at her sides, were clenched tightly, and the leather gloves made a creaking sound due to excessive force.
He stepped forward and whispered a word of comfort.
"At least they survived."
Eileen remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.
"...but the number of people who didn't survive is unknown."
"It may sound cruel, but there's nothing we can do about it."
Luo Yan looked at the wounded and said softly.
"Even an all-knowing god cannot save everyone. All we can do is lend a helping hand to those within our reach."
Just like they've already been doing.
Eileen felt a little better, gave him a thankful look, and then continued walking deeper into the camp.
Soon, the officials in the camp noticed these two distinguished figures.
A Royal Railways executive in uniform strode over and gave the two a humble bow with his hand on his chest.
"Your Highness, Your Highness the Prince."
Eileen had no time for pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"How's the situation here? Are they all alright?"
The staff member quickly composed himself and answered respectfully.
"The priests of Raven City are doing their best to treat the survivors' wounds. Although they were tortured terribly by those beasts, those who made it here are all pretty tough and are basically out of danger."
Clearly, this is a correct but useless statement.
Luo Yan coughed lightly, interrupting his official tone, and got straight to the point.
"Did they mention anything of value? Like... what exactly are those ratmen doing in the mountains?"
The staff member paused for a moment, seemingly trying to find the right words.
"They...said a lot of things, but it was all very confused, even a bit insane. Some said the ratmen wanted to cook and eat them, others said the ratmen were using them as experimental subjects, as sacrifices to the demon god. Still others said they were forced to write letters home—"
Luo Yan frowned.
"Get to the point."
"Yes!" The staff member wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Many survivors have repeatedly mentioned a few words, such as... the black mage's laboratory, the evil god's altar, the giant millstone, and oh yes... the pond that screams."
"We speculate that those ratmen must have used some kind of evil technology from hell."
"These demons!" Theresa, who had been following behind, couldn't take it anymore and cursed angrily.
Eileen also bit her lip, her eyes burning with anger.
Theresa spoke her mind: who but the devils of hell could come up with such a cruel method?
However, Luo Yan's expression became somewhat subtle.
While the evil of hell is undeniable, that is based on the Book of the Word, and compared to the situation here, it is clearly insignificant.
For example, the core of the labyrinth that harvests fear energy is essentially a collection of faith power. It usually doesn't destroy the soul of the adventurer thrown into the dungeon, but rather focuses on sustainable harvesting. After harvesting, it might even give you a carrot... just like training a dog.
Once humans succumb to the demons due to extreme fear or Stockholm syndrome, the demons simply convert them into acolytes, thus ending the exploitation.
Objectively speaking, humans in Hell live more comfortably than goblins, after all, humans are just a facade for Bayeri.
As for casualties in the war, that's another matter entirely; both sides were prepared to kill or be killed.
This unsustainable exploitation of non-combatants as raw materials left the Demon King both bewildered and perplexed.
Especially considering that Xuebang was involved, he always felt that there was some kind of technology hidden in there that even hell didn't understand.
In short, it is certain that this is not for the sake of faith.
Instead, it focuses on the plundering of the soul...
Just then, the staff member seemed to suddenly remember something and added another sentence.
“By the way! Your Highness, some survivors also mentioned something else. They said... some ratmen call it holy water.”
The air fell silent for a moment, and an atmosphere of astonishment wafted through the crowd.
"Holy water?"
Eileen was stunned, her brows furrowing in confusion.
"Is it the holy water used in churches to help the souls of the dead find peace?"
“Your Highness, are you joking? There are no ratmen who believe in the Holy Light. They would rather the sky outside be as dark as the cave, and it would be best if there were no sun in the sky.”
The staff member chuckled, then shook his head, a clear look of disgust on his face, as if he had seen something very dirty.
"If that stuff could be 'holy water,' then there would be no poison in the world. I'm more inclined to believe that it's a trick used by demons to deceive people."
"My guess is that they created something extremely evil and, out of some kind of perverse sense of humor, packaged it with the name 'holy water'."
Luo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Holy water.
soul.
And, the complex composition of the Xuebang professors.
These fragments were quickly pieced together in his mind. Although the whole picture was still unclear, the blurry outline was enough to surprise even the demon.
"It seems necessary to investigate further..."
...
After asking about the clues regarding the "holy water," Eileen asked the staff member a few more questions and then conducted an investigation around the camp.
The refugees were much more stable than she had imagined.
For these people who have just crawled back from the gates of hell, they obviously don't need a high and mighty princess to express their sympathy.
The bubbling oatmeal porridge and the warm white light in the chaplain's hand were more real than any words.
Seeing them wolfing down their food, Eileen didn't disturb them any further and silently returned to the camp entrance with Luo Yan.
Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats kicked up dust outside the camp.
Archduke Edward has arrived.
The master of the Duchy of Campbell looked travel-worn, his cloak embroidered with the family crest covered in dust.
Not far behind him, the city lord of Raven City and the beer-bellied baron were trying to force ingratiating smiles, only to end up with mouths full of dust.
Edward dismounted, ignoring the flattery of the local officials, and went straight to the camp commander who was already waiting there.
Are there Campbells inside?
As Campbell's monarch, this was his primary concern.
The camp commander saluted respectfully and answered immediately.
"Your Majesty, we have checked three times. All survivors are from the Kingdom of Ryan; no citizens of the Duchy have been found."
Upon hearing this answer, Edward's tense shoulders visibly relaxed a bit, and he then asked the second question he was concerned about.
"And what about the Royal Railway's exploration teams? Any news about them?"
The camp commander's face stiffened slightly, and he dared not look the Duke in the eye, but he still answered with a forced smile.
"Your Majesty, we have repeatedly confirmed with the survivors' testimonies that no one has seen any prospectors in uniform. If I may be so bold... they have likely met with misfortune."
Edward fell silent, and a shadow of gloom returned to his previously relaxed expression.
"Understood. Go do what you need to do and settle these people down."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The officer in charge of the camp saluted again, then strode back to his post.
After seeing off the camp commander, Edward glanced at Eileen and Colin, who were standing at the camp gate, and then at the officers following behind her.
"Call everyone together for a meeting."
Sir Wesley and Theresa's father, among others, nodded respectfully.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
...
The atmosphere inside the military tent in the center of the camp was tense and solemn.
A military map of the Spinor territory was spread out on the table, with several locations that appeared to be ratmen lairs marked on it in charcoal.
Edward departed directly from the banquet at Granston Castle on his way to the Earldom of Spinol. He not only brought his advisors but also the Duchy's most elite military personnel.
Among them were newly emerging nobles like Sir Wesley who rose to prominence during the Winter Revolution, as well as traditional nobles like Bertrand who remained loyal to the royal family.
Luo Yan and Eileen stood together and attended the meeting. Edward had never treated him as an outsider, not in the past, and not now.
As the representative of the military, Sir Wesley broke the silence first and shared his views on the current situation.
"...The terrain of the Wanren Mountains is complex, and those rats are hiding in the deep forests, which gives them a geographical advantage. If we rashly send regular troops into the mountains to wipe them out, not only will our supply lines be difficult to maintain, but we will also be very vulnerable to ambushes."
Wesley glanced at Edward's expression and offered what he considered the safest solution.
"My suggestion is, on the one hand, to hire adventurers to form a mountain legion to launch probing attacks on the main caves of the Carrion Clan for reconnaissance purposes; on the other hand, to reinforce the fortifications on the northern border of Raven City, securing our border and blocking the threat at the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains—"
"That's too slow!"
Eileen objected almost immediately.
She braced her hands on the table, her emerald green eyes burning with a fierce flame, as if she wanted to charge into the Wanren Mountains immediately.
"Gentlemen, while we are having this meeting, our fellow humans, captured by the ratmen, are still enduring torture! Every minute we delay here could mean the death of an innocent person. Our top priority is to rescue them as soon as possible!"
As she spoke, Eileen looked at Edward and said sincerely.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to lead an elite force as the vanguard—"
"Your Highness! Forgive me for not approving of your reckless plan! That is the life of the Ryan people, not the Campbell people!"
Sir Wesley did not back down just because the other party was a princess, and spoke in a cold and realistic tone.
"The young men of Campbell have no obligation to fight the ratmen of the Ten Thousand Mountains to rescue prisoners from a neighboring country. They should call upon their Lionheart Knights to come and save them!"
“But they are also children of the Holy Light!” Eileen retorted without flinching, “We have a duty to stand up against the enslavement of other races! Whether they are Campbellians or Ryanians, we are all human!”
"You're right, I don't deny it, but obligations can't put food on the table, nor can they be used as compensation to pay the families of fallen soldiers!"
"Tolerating evil means paying a much higher price to make amends in the future! If those rats are performing a ritual to summon chaos, we will have to pay even more compensation in the future!"
"Let's wait and see what happens!"
Although their words were relatively restrained, it was clear that they had started arguing.
Edward sat in the main seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a dull sound.
He didn't speak, but the deep wrinkles between his brows betrayed his inner turmoil.
Emotionally, he agreed with Eileen and abhorred the atrocities committed by the ratmen. However, rationally, he leaned more towards Sir Wesley.
The Principality of Campbell has just ended two wars. Although its economy is recovering, it cannot afford to engage in a war of attrition that yields no benefit.
The Twilight Province is one thing, given its immense strategic buffer value. But is it really worth Campbell shedding blood for these rats hiding in the ravines?
Revenge won't bring the missing prospector back to life. The sensible thing to do is to give the family a sum of money, fire a couple of shots, and then declare victory.
However, one thing Eileen said really struck him—
Tolerating evil means paying a much higher price to make amends in the future.
If those little mice are doing chilling things in the cave, they can sacrifice the Lane people today and the Campbell people tomorrow.
It's bound to happen when they can no longer live without human flesh.
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, Luo Yan, who had been standing silently at the corner of the long table, suddenly coughed lightly, interrupting the argument between the two.
"Both of you have a point."
Looking at Eileen, whose chest was heaving, he spoke in a gentle tone.
"Saving the people of the Holy Light is indeed our sacred duty. But General Wesley is also right; we don't necessarily have to bear all the pressure alone."
As he spoke, Luo Yan picked up a flag from beside the map and gently planted it in the towering mountains on the north side of the map.
That's dwarf territory.
"The Ten Thousand Ren Mountains don't belong to the rat people alone. As far as I know, the dwarves who live deep in the mountains are the original inhabitants and natural rat extermination experts. Those rats have been digging holes and performing evil rituals lately; I think they must feel even more chills down their spines than we do."
There was something he didn't say: at this moment, the dwarf probably felt more than just a chill down his back; even his anus was starting to feel cold.
After all, the professor from Xuebang actually got involved with the rat people.
Luo Yan didn't believe that these dwarfs hadn't heard a word; the truth was probably that they were too afraid to make a sound.
After all, the empire is thousands of miles away, and whether or not they should be taken care of would be a point of contention, but the Great Sage is right beside them.
They must feel that humans are utterly blasphemous right now, but there's nothing they can do about it, since the Brass Pass still needs human help.
Edward's eyes gleamed slightly.
indeed--
With the help of dwarves, the difficulty of mountain warfare will be greatly reduced!
"We can send envoys to the Kingdom of High Mountains to mobilize this ancient ally! They will launch an attack from the northeast and encircle us!"
“That’s exactly what I mean. If they’re willing to participate in the war against the Carrion Clan, our strategic pressure will be greatly reduced. All we need to do is open a supply line to the Dwarven Kingdom on the front lines…”
Luo Yan smiled slightly, moved his index finger downwards, left the Spinor Earl's territory, and landed in the southwest corner of the strategic map.
"In addition, we can also recruit soldiers from the swamp city."
“Milky City?” Bertrand frowned.
“That’s right! Those lizardmen have a natural ability to adapt to harsh environments, and as far as I know, these rats are a rare delicacy in their diet.”
Luo Yan spread his hands, his tone relaxed.
"As long as we pay them enough, those lizardmen can clear out those tough caves for us... It's like a buffet for them."
The tent was quiet for a few seconds.
Bertrand stroked the stubble on his chin, and the resistance in Sir Wesley's eyes lessened considerably.
"If that's the case... that's a good idea. Let the alien races fight the alien races, and we'll only provide equipment and logistics, which can keep the casualty rate to a minimum."
Eileen nodded as well.
Although a hint of worry still lingered between her brows, she also knew that this was indeed the most feasible solution at present.
"But... how long will this take? Those captured humans may not be able to wait."
"The dwarves fought alongside us, so communication will be quick. As for the Swamp City, I believe with Mr. Sark Gale's help, mobilization won't take long."
Luo Yan looked at Edward and continued speaking in a gentle tone.
"However, this may require His Majesty the Grand Duke to make a small adjustment. For example, granting the Kingdom of Gutaf temporary military passage within Campbell territory... We need Gutaf officers to go to the front lines to command the battle."
"no problem!"
Edward accepted Prince Colin's proposal without hesitation and immediately agreed.
"The people of the Dragon God are ancient allies of humanity. If the Kingdom of Gutaf is willing to lend a helping hand, we welcome it with open arms! Not only will passage be granted, but the Royal Railway Company's railways and ports will be fully open to those who support us! Your Highness, it's up to you to persuade them!"
Both the Duchy of Colin and the Kingdom of Gutaf are important allies of the Duchy of Campbell. Since His Highness Colin is confident in persuading the Kingdom of Gutaf to intervene, he certainly won't refuse.
Moreover, this is a great opportunity to observe and learn!
Edward eagerly anticipated seeing even more amazing things than the "Rocksey Rifle" from the Dragon God's people.
"It's an honor to serve you, my friend."
Luo Yan nodded with pleasure and gave an elegant bow. Then, he turned around and looked at Eileen, who still seemed somewhat worried.
"Aside from these macro-strategic deployments, the next step is tactical operations."
"On the one hand, we need to prepare for a full-scale war with the Carrion Clan, taking simultaneous action on both troop deployment and diplomatic fronts. On the other hand..."
Luo Yan's tone remained gentle, but a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"We will assemble an elite squad to go deep into the heart of the ratmen's defenses and find out what those rats are up to sneakily in their caves."
"And, to the best of our ability, bring back our fellow human beings whom we can see!"
(End of this chapter)
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