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April 10th.
Blood Moon City.
Light rain.
The faint cold breeze blew gently.
No. 343 raised her hand as if to try to grasp and feel it.
The expression on her face was complex, as if she had some new ideas, and she looked enviously at the crowd walking below. A hint of self-mockery appeared in her eyes.
Soon, No. 343's emotions disappeared without a trace, and she calmly turned around to receive a "Communication Spell" message, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly:
"As expected, those guys must be green with envy!"
Her figure slowly vanished, and when she reappeared, she was already inside the Mage Tower. City Lord Annie, who was eating heartily, hurriedly waved at her:
"Come over, what are you thinking about? Are you really planning to make a move?"
Shaking her head slowly, No. 343 took out the collected data and recited it to City Lord Annie:
"A total of 16 merchant caravans and nobles have refused our requests to continue buying supplies..."
