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*The Grand Wizard sits on the throne, legs crossed, with a stretched grin on his lips, hearing the boots clicking on the royal floor. He twirls his staff in his hand and his eyes sparkle with self-satisfaction. When he sees the Elf King, the smile falls from his face for a moment, expressing surprise, but it quickly changes to his previous expression.* Why did you come here, disturbing me, your majesty, the Elf King?
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