"The undulating land you see in your eyes is the Sighing Hills. It is spread out on the western edge of the Sighing Mountains. Look, those snow-capped mountains in the distance that reach the clouds are the Sighing Mountains." Putray, who was riding on his horse, pointed at the mountains that towered into the clouds in the distance and explained the geography of Northland to Thales.
Thales raised his head and widened his field of vision. He exhaled a breath of hot air in the chilly environment.
"The Sighing Mountains used to be the highest mountain range in the land during the era of the Ancient Empire. It is connected to the Quiquer Glacier in the north and separates the Northland Province and Eastern Wasteland Province in the north of the Empire. It gradually extends south to the north of Green Heart Province, which is now Constellation's Eastern Sea Hill and Duke Cullen's fief. The danger and difficulty of climbing the Sighing Mountains made travelers shrink back at the sight of it. They could only lower their heads and sigh. That's how it got its name. "Putray put down the pipe in his hand and sighed softly with his head lowered, as if he was responding to his own words.
"When the Ancient Empire was still around, this place was famous for being a place of exile and chaos. After the Empire was destroyed, the turmoil worsened until a group of elves moved into the mountains. They took root here for nearly three hundred years and moved freely between the mountains. During their heyday, they formed their own kingdom … After the Battle of Eradication, the northwestern side of the Sighing Mountains belonged to the Western Peninsula, while the southeastern side of the Sighing Mountains was within the borders of the Eastern Peninsula's Hanbol Dynasty."
'The elves in the Sighing Mountains? 'Wait a minute. I think it was mentioned in the War of Eradication: Heaven's Fall and Earth Rend?'
Speaking of 'elves', Thales could not help but glance at Aida behind him.
"What's wrong?" Aida spread her hands in exasperation. "I don't even know which generation of my relatives they are. I'm not good at history!"
Thales shook his head and turned around to continue listening to Putray's explanation.
'I can't count on this elf who can't even remember his own name.
Even if he's in supreme class. '
Archduke Trentida's Reformation Tower and the Lonely Old Tower of the Friess Family of Constellation are located on two different peaks, facing each other across a valley. Both sides are extremely wary of each other, but they are both easy to defend and difficult to attack. "
"Further north and south of the mountain range are the fiefs of the Archduke of Eckstedt's Horned Deer City and the Guardian Duke of the Land of Star Cliff. However, due to the precipitousness of the Sighing Mountain Range and the high temperature in the north, Eckstedt's Horned Deer City and the Land of Star Cliff, which are located in the mountain range, are faced with the predicament of having territories near the Sea of Final Freeze and few ports.
Putray took a puff from his pipe and looked at the mountain range in the distance with an intoxicated expression.
"Hence, during the First and Second Peninsular Wars, the allied forces from the Eastern Peninsula crossed the Sea of Final Freeze and landed from Constellation's Eastern Sea Hill or South Coast Hill. It's because both Constellation's Land of Cliff Region and Eckstedt's Eastern Sea Port are situated on natural sea cliffs that are easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was only during the Third Peninsular War that the Eastern Peninsula Army pretended to attack Constellation's Eastern Sea Port, but launched a surprise attack on Eckstedt's coastline. With a small number of troops, they attacked the Sea Cliff and achieved amazing results. In the end, they broke through Elk City and entered the heart of Eckstedt …"
'Peninsular War?'
Another question popped up in Thales' mind.
"The war started from the conflict between the two continents, such as the whales in the Sea of Final Freeze. After the Battle of Eradication, we discovered that the Eternal Oil in their bodies is the best fuel, even better than charcoal. "Putray answered Thales' doubts.
"Fishing rights, quotas, areas, and rest periods have always been the focus of dispute between the countries on both sides of the Peninsular War … These were the main topics of discussion during the Fourth Peninsular War. Of course, after the Third Peninsular War, the political situation on both sides of the Peninsular War changed too much. We became enemies with Eckstedt, while Mane Nox fell into a struggle for supremacy in the Eastern Peninsula with Hanbol. In the end, under the Virtuous King Mindis the Third's new policy, we formed an alliance with Mane Nox, while Eckstedt became close to Hanbol …
"This caused the Fourth Peninsular War that started in Year 468 of the Calendar of Eradication to become a world war in name only. The flames of war were no longer limited to the tangled forces of one side and crossed the sea to invade another side. Instead, it affected every corner of the world."
Thales remembered the smiling middle-aged king of the Three Constellation Kings in Mindis Hall, the portrait of his head carved on the silver coin, and the burn scar on his chest. He then remembered the pair of Blood Clan sisters in Corleone and the so-called 'Starry Night Alliance'.
Thales shook his head and chased these thoughts out of his head.
"Do you not agree with Mindis's foreign policy?" the prince asked curiously.
"That is not the case." Putray shook his head. "Forming an alliance with Mane Nox is the trend of the times. There is also an old Far Eastern proverb that says, 'Befriend distant allies and attack nearby enemies'."
"Although the scale of the Fourth Peninsular War was huge and the price was heavy," Putray said slowly as he pondered, "In my opinion, the new political situation has also strengthened the connection between the two peninsulas. The conditions for the outbreak of a world war have all been eliminated in the increasingly complicated interconnected situation, such as the conflict between us and Eckstedt in the Western Peninsula. Since the Fourth Peninsular War until now, we have not had a war that crosses the continents for two centuries. We have enjoyed more than two hundred years of peace … Almost every century before this, we have had a Peninsular War between the two peninsulas after the conflict between the two peninsulas accumulated to the extreme."
Thales frowned. He had always felt that the so-called Peninsular War was a little strange with such a country's productivity and political system.
'Crossing the sea to conquer the peninsulas … How much manpower and logistical supplies do they need? 'Can the price paid by the various countries really be compensated with just a little bit of Eternal Oil?'
They moved forward under the gazes of the soldiers on both sides of the road. Soon, a village appeared in front of them.
Thales raised his eyes. He noticed that the trees outside the village were tied with ropes. Many of them were tied with food such as jerky, bread, and so on. There were even deer, foxes, snow rabbits, and other prey.
'Is this a Northland custom?'
"My soldiers have confirmed the safety of this village." At this moment, Kentvida followed them from behind. He passed the crowd, rode into the village, and got down from his horse. He handed the reins to a soldier. "We will dismiss a portion of the recruits whose hometown is nearby. You can rest for a while in one of the taverns inside and enjoy lunch."
With Ralf's help, Thales got down from his horse. He heaved a long sigh of relief because he could temporarily get rid of the horse. Then, he raised his head with great interest and observed the village next to Rayman Pass.
This was supposed to be a quiet little village that did not even have walls. But at that moment, it was filled with burly men who were well-built and armed to the teeth. Even though most of the escort troops were stationed at the front and back of the village to rest, Thales could still see Northland soldiers bustling about under the eaves of the single-story houses built with bricks, wood, and earth.
However, the strange thing was that these soldiers did not seem to disturb the peace of the village. They mingled with the men and women of the village, who were dressed in coarse sackcloth jackets. The square in the village was especially filled with soldiers and villagers. Wine glasses were being tossed back and forth, and their laughter was deafening.
"This time, I'm going to f * ck you up, Crandon!" Two people sat beside a large wooden table that seemed to be used for selling goods. A village-like man slammed the table full of wine glasses with great force. He looked at a soldier opposite him who refused to show weakness and shouted, "I can drink ten glasses in a minute!"
"We'll know soon whether you're bragging or not." The soldier threw away his axe, took off his breastplate, and similarly slammed the table indignantly. "Only the winner can get Arosa's wreath!"
The onlookers in a circle jeered enthusiastically. A young lady holding a flower basket laughed loudly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" She put down the flower basket, lifted her skirt and sat down in a forthright manner. She joined the drinking party at the round table. "Only those who can outdrink me can get my wreath!"
Thales could not help but chuckle. At that moment, he even somewhat forgot that it was this group of Eckstedt soldiers who risked their lives to fight against his protectors on the battlefield and killed each other.
Unlike the society that Thales came into contact with in Eternal Star City, where social classes and statuses were clearly defined, the rhythm of this rural village in Eckstedt was wild and brisk. The atmosphere was warm and relaxed. The villagers were basically tall and strong Northlanders. They looked forthright and had hearty smiles.
"Hey, Tolja, how long are we staying here?" A bearded soldier who looked like a middle-ranking officer carried a warhammer in one hand and a wooden wine glass in the other. He shouted at them loudly, "Please, please tell me that I can spend the night!"
"We will depart in the afternoon," Tolja replied loudly in dissatisfaction. "Before that, tighten your pants, Ironhead Croc!"
"What a pity." The bearded officer drank a mouthful of wine with a disappointed expression. The wine flowed down his beard as he muttered, "I remember that there is a beautiful cook at Hero Tavern …"
Thales did not care about the soldiers and villagers who were pointing at him and gossiping about him. There was no lack of disdain and malicious gazes either. He followed Kentvida and Tolja forward, while the people from the diplomat group followed behind them.
"Is the way for you to confirm that it's safe for the soldiers to enter the village and drink with the villagers?" The prince's young attendant, Wya Caso, looked at the Northland soldiers who walked past them and laughed heartily with their arms around the villagers' shoulders. He placed a hand on the sword at his waist warily and disagreed. "If I were an assassin, I would blend in with these villagers."
"Don't be too nervous. This is not Constellation, it's Eckstedt!" Viscount Kentvida laughed loudly. "Almost all the people in this village are retired veterans. They can be trusted … In fact, out of honor and dignity, the prince, who is a guest, will only be safer among them."
Wya, on the other hand, shrugged and pursed his lips to express his skepticism.
"Don't worry." Thales nodded at his attendant. "The soldiers have all spread out and infiltrated the village. Even if they are assassins, they will have to consider the possibility of an assassination and the price to pay."
"This is Mountain Pass Village, isn't it?" Putray looked around with nostalgia. "I remember that there is a tavern here, and the owner is very famous …"
"Hero Tavern. It was opened by a retired veteran thirty years ago," Tolja said flatly by the side. "And the rye wine inside is famous far and wide."
Thales, who was curiously sizing up his surroundings, followed Kentvida and Tolja to a rather large stone house. There was a huge signboard with a wine glass hanging on the door of the stone house. The Fire Knight pushed open the two doors and walked into the bustling Hero Tavern.
Thales followed him into the warm stone house and shook off the cold air behind him. He watched as the tavern filled with customers instantly quietened down. Many people cast their gazes on them. Thales recognized that there were quite a number of Northland soldiers among the customers, and it was obvious that they had just arrived.
But a few seconds later, the lively atmosphere in the tavern returned, as though the people who entered were just a few ordinary people.
"You didn't empty the tavern," Wya said with a frown, "Then His Highness's …"
A coarse and old voice rang out like an explosion.
"Brat, this is my tavern." A sturdy, silver-haired old man with a frown on his face rested his elbows on the wooden bar counter.
With a disdainful expression, he said, "Be it the king, the priestesses, the foreigners, or even the gods, no one can chase away my customers here!"
Wya frowned.
The old man then narrowed his eyes and lowered his head to look at Thales. He put on a strange expression. "You have quite a lot of people here … I only serve customers who pay for the wine."
Thales smiled at him.
The prince could not help but notice that even though the weathered old man in front of him was a little old — at least sixty years old — his arm muscles were still well-developed, his waist was thick and straight, and his gaze was direct and fierce.
"Kaslan! Don't worry about the number of people and the money for the wine! " Kentvida laughed and sat down on the bar counter in a straightforward manner. He took out a money bag. "We have a lot of small golden round pieces with Raikaru's portrait here … By the way, the Archduke of Black Sand Region asked me to send his regards to you!"
Thales' gaze shifted. 'A retired veteran and an ordinary tavern owner. How could the Archduke of Black Sand Region personally greet him?'
But Kentvida obviously did not receive the response he deserved.
"Each cup of rye wine costs six Eckstedt copper coins, and the price for nobles is sixty." The tavern owner, the old man Kaslan glanced at the money bag with a cold expression. He then pushed it back and snorted coldly. "Also, I don't accept gold coins.
"Especially the gold coins from Lampard, who killed his own family."
Kentvida's expression immediately froze.
Thales was also shocked. 'Killed his own family?'
Kentvida spread his hands at Tolja, who was behind him, and put on a resigned expression.
"That was a duel for the right to inherit the throne in accordance with the ancient rites." Tolja walked forward and calmly took out a bag full of Eckstedt copper and silver coins. He said flatly, "The archduke defeated his eldest brother, that's all … The casualties were just an accident."
"Let him quibble all he wants. Killing his own family is killing his own family!" The old man Kaslan took the money bag in disdain. "As for the so-called ancient rites of duel … That was something the Empire used to make us kill each other."
'The Archduke of Black Sand Region killed his own brother and seized the right to inherit the throne, and it seems to be following some kind of duel ritual of the Ancient Empire?'
Thales silently stored this information in his heart.
'And …' Thales looked at the boorish old man in front of him. 'This tavern owner's identity is not simple, and he doesn't seem to be on the same side as Lampard.
'Maybe I can gather some information from him?'
"So it's one, two, three … six, seven, eight …" Kaslan weighed the money bag in his hand and counted the number of people in front of him.
"Wait!" Thales had a brainwave and spoke at the right time, "The Archduke of Black Sand Region's money belongs to them, but the few of us will pay for our own … We have, uh, about a dozen people …"
Kaslan's eyes darted around and he noticed Thales again, who could not even reach the bar counter.
Kentvida furrowed his brows and looked at Thales thoughtfully.
Thales nodded at Putray. The latter raised his eyebrows, then walked forward and took out a few silver coins.
"Ah, I recognize this portrait … King of the Oath Keepers, Midier, right?" Kaslan took the silver coins and scrutinized the picture on them. He then raised his head and chuckled, revealing his yellow teeth. "You're from the Empire?"
"No." Thales smiled and shook his head. "We're from Constellation."
Beside him, Wya's expression changed, while Putray seemed to be deep in thought.
"I know, brat. You're the Prince of Constellation … and you're here to apologize." Kaslan stared straight at him. "What a long and arduous journey."
Thales shrugged.
"Alright." Kaslan snorted. "There's no reason to say no to money."
"Hey!" Kentvida protested. "Aren't Archduke Lampard's gold coins money as well?"
"Hey, Brian!" The owner of Hero Tavern ignored the viscount. He raised his voice and knocked on the wooden window behind him. "Twenty glasses of ale … normal ones will do!"
A tall, black-haired man in his thirties walked out from behind the bar counter. There was a burn scar on the left side of his face. He snorted coldly.
The tavern assistant raised a thin wooden stick with a displeased expression and turned towards the cupboard behind him. With a shake of his arm, he skillfully skewered the ears of a dozen or so wooden wine glasses and pulled them up like skewers.
With another shake of his arm, the dozen or so glasses hit the bar counter at the same time. Brian deftly pulled out a wooden stick and lifted a large wooden wine barrel. He began to pour wine into the wine glasses that were lined up in a row. As he poured, he stared at the crowd with an unfriendly expression. He even glared at Thales fiercely.
"This is not something that can be done with arm strength." Wya watched the assistant's movements and his expression changed. He said in a low voice, "I bet he's an expert swordsman."
"Don't be offended." Kaslan laughed. "My buddies here are all uncouth men who served in the army …"
"Of course, Hero Tavern," Tolja said flatly, "The gathering and distribution center for retired soldiers in Northland."
Thales sadly realized that he could not even reach the chair at the bar counter. It would be too awkward for him to speak directly under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
At this moment, it was especially important to have a guard who knew sign language.
Ralf carried Thales to the high chair at the bar counter. Wya, the attendant, who realized that he had lost his job again, furrowed his brows again. Kentvida and Putray sat on either side of him. The people from Constellation and Eckstedt were divided into two distinct groups. They sat at two round tables respectively. The soldiers glared at each other fiercely.
"My God." Willow looked at the rowdy Northland drinkers around him and said in high spirits, "I've never come to a place so far away to drink."
"Hold on to your guns." The veteran Genard furrowed his brows and said, "They might pounce on us at any moment."
"Sir Kaslan." Thales curled up the corner of his lips and brought out his ability to strike up a conversation with people from his memory. "When did you open Hero Tavern? Why is it called this? "
"It's been thirty years." Kaslan watched lazily as Brian filled the wine cups and brought three of them to the bar counter. He let Brian serve the other one on a plate. "After I retired due to an injury, I returned to my hometown and opened the tavern … As for why it's called Hero Tavern, heh, it's a boring name my wife gave it."
"Oh, right." Thales touched the wooden wine cup that was half the height of his head. Rationally, he decided not to touch it. "When I entered the village, I found all kinds of food tied to the tree at the entrance. What's going on?"
"The Day before the Bitter Cold Winter is coming." Kaslan yawned and served a few plates of black bread that did not look appetizing. "That's a gift from the mountains."
Tolja and Kentvida grabbed the black bread habitually and ate it with ale. The latter looked like he was watching a show as he stared at Wya, who had a distressed expression and did not know what to eat.
"It's best if you eat more," Kentvida said flatly. "We still have to continue our journey in the afternoon … We'll only set up camp at night."
'A pampered Constellatiate …' Kentvida chuckled in his heart. 'This is Hero Tavern's signature dish, the common coarse grain of the Northland villagers.'
Wya frowned as he stared at the black bread in front of him.
Putray sighed and grabbed the bread. 'It seems like this will be our lunch today.'
It was probably Kentvida's deliberate action to test the prince's attitude or to take revenge for the prince's indifference.
But immediately after, everyone watched in astonishment as the honorable Second Prince of Constellation, His Highness Thales Jadestar, grabbed a thick and hard piece of black bread with both hands …
Then, he took a bite without a care.
His expression made it seem like he was not eating the black bread that was difficult to swallow, but …
"A gift from the mountains?" Thales chewed on the hard bread in his mouth and curiously asked in a muffled voice, "The Day Before the Bitter Cold?"
'Hmm, the taste is actually not bad. I only need to chew and chew it … It's not like the black bread in the Brotherhood, which needs to be roasted with fire when it's bad.'
Kaslan's expression changed. He looked at Thales with an increasingly amused gaze.
"The Day Before the Bitter Cold is a weather unique to Northland. At that time, Northland will welcome the coldest period of the year. The amount of sunlight will be drastically reduced. Those who go out must wear extremely thick leather jackets and bring along enough fire supplies. They cannot go too far either. The time for outdoor activities will be reduced to less than three hours every day." Putray stared at Thales, who was eating with gusto, with a strange gaze.
'It's because I travel outside all year round that I've developed a tough mouth and a good appetite … But the prince …'
Wya ate a mouthful of bread with a distressed expression. He felt like vomiting, but when he saw Ralf beside him, who was also enjoying it, his appetite and fighting spirit were instantly reignited.
"The Day Before the Bitter Cold will last from a few weeks to a month," Putray continued saying, "As for the gift from the mountains …"
"That's a gift to the gods." The owner of the tavern, the old Kaslan, chuckled and took over the conversation. "The first prey that is hunted and the first food that is touched will be hung on the treetop, and it will belong to the gods … Only travelers who have to go out during the Day Before the Bitter Cold Winter can take it. It's a gift from the gods."
"Gods …" Thales swallowed. "Which gods are they? Sunset, Bright Moon, and Dark Night?"
In his memory, the more famous gods in Eternal Star City who also had their own temples seemed to be these three.
But Kaslan chuckled. "None of them. What we commemorate is the gods that have been passed down since ancient times in Northland and even the world. They are generous gods who look after the land and the mountains, and protect the travelers in the wild.
"People call them …
"The Master of the Mountains."
—
Constellation, the Western District of Eternal Star City, the entrance of the Western District Police Station.
"Sorry, Captain Kohen Karabeyan has taken a month's leave." The secretary of the Western District Police Station, Miss Jorah, looked at the young girl with short brown hair before her with a cold expression. "I mean, at least a month."
'Taller than me.'
'Longer legs than me.'
'Perkier butt than me.'
Miss Jorah thought indignantly.
'Fortunately, my breasts are bigger than hers.'
Immediately, Miss Jorah straightened her proud posture, stroked her long red hair, and said proudly, "If you want to look for him, you can leave a message … I see him often, I can help you pass the message to him."
'Also.
'Not as feminine as me.
'Looks like a boy.'
Miss Jorah sized up the brown-haired woman before her. The other party slowly furrowed her brows and said, "Is that so? He's not here …"
'Hmm, she also speaks in a gruff voice … Not like a woman at all.'
As Miss Jorah thought of this, she immediately felt a lot better.
'Hmm, that's a croaky voice … She would never admit that it was' heroic '.'
The brown-haired woman was silent for a while, quietly watching Miss Jorah.
Miss Jorah felt a little embarrassed.
The brown-haired girl immediately lowered her head and looked at the emblem of the Twin Tower Longsword on her right hand. Her lips curled up into a smile.
"Alright then, please leave a message for him." The brown-haired girl looked at Miss Jorah's expression and said with a playful smile, "Just say …"
Under the secretary's impatient gaze, the brown-haired girl licked her lips.
"That day at Red Street Market, the woman lying in his arms misses him."
Miss Jorah's expression changed as if she had been struck by lightning.
Red Street Market …
Lying in …
His arms …
Woman …
Miss him …
Miss Jorah widened her eyes in disbelief. She furrowed her brows and looked at the woman before her with an uncertain expression.
'How could this be?
'This woman?
'With the handsome Captain Kohen …
'She actually …'
Jala Charleton snickered.
"Hahaha …
"Alright, I'm joking." Under the secretary's murderous gaze, the descendant of the Assassin's Flower stroked her abdomen and waved her hand with a smile. "I've only met that blond, green … police officer once."
'I just happened to save his life.'
"You like him, have a crush on him, love him to death, and want to give birth to a child for him." Jala shook her head under the secretary's strange gaze. "I don't care about any of that … I'm not your competitor or rival in love either. I'm just asking him for a favor."
"Don't worry … he's not my type yet." The former bartender flashed a bright smile.
The secretary blushed, which was rare for her.
She looked at Jala's sincere gaze and was momentarily at a loss of what to do. She was speechless.
The silence lasted for more than ten seconds.
Miss Jorah finally exhaled.
"Alright." Miss Jorah turned her head away in embarrassment. The blush on her face had yet to disappear. She said helplessly, "Actually, Captain Kohen … has returned to the Tower of Eradication, and we can use messenger crows to contact him. You can write him a letter, and then …"
Jala smiled.
"Alright, I'll write him a letter." The young former bartender nodded and thought about something. "Thank you, Miss Jorah."
"Actually, if it's not too troublesome," the secretary said a little embarrassedly, "maybe I can help you. After all, you're Kohen's friend … "
"… Although I-I'm just the secretary of the director, I know a lot of people … For example, my brother is serving the royal family. He can come into contact with a lot of important people …"
'This way, you don't have to look for Captain Kohen.'
Miss Jorah clenched her fists in her heart. 'Do you think it's over just because you don't like him?
What a joke …
'Don't look down on a woman's persistence, whether it's for yourself or for your rival in love!'
Jala looked at Jorah in astonishment, then broke into a smile.
"You can't help me with this." Jala shook her head in resignation. "You're still too …"
Jala suddenly stopped talking. She seemed to have remembered something.
Miss Jorah revealed an expectant gaze.
"Maybe you can really help me," she said slowly. "Jorah, you're the secretary of the police station. You can see all cases, wanted posters, and intelligence. Can you help me pay attention to some information?"
Miss Jorah smiled and nodded. "Of course, if it's not a secret … what do you want to know?"
Jala exhaled and said in a low voice, "I want to investigate the locations of large arms smuggling cases from Constellation to other countries over the past few years … especially those related to Black Street Brotherhood … There's a guy called Roda …"
Miss Jorah took out a pen and paper.
Jala hesitated, but in the end, she still said, "Also, I want to find three children … Their characteristics are very obvious. They might have been abducted by the Brotherhood, but they are not in Eternal Star City …"
Miss Jorah raised her head in puzzlement.
"A ten-year-old boy called Sinti. He's a little bigger than the average child.
"A little girl with a circular burn scar on her face called Coria. She's about four or five years old.
"A seven or eight year old boy called Ryan. He doesn't have a right hand."
"That's it?" Miss Jorah nodded. "I'll go back and look at the recent case reports regarding the crackdown on human trafficking …"
"Wait." Jala raised her head and said with a serious expression, "I'm looking for another little boy.
He went missing near Red Street Market. He might have fallen into the hands of Blood Bottle Gang.
"Black hair, gray eyes, about seven or eight years old.
"He's a …" Jala's gaze darkened.
"A child who doesn't look like a normal child."
Miss Jorah raised her head in astonishment.
"He's a little too smart and mature." Jala lowered her eyes and continued to explain.
"Is that so? A precocious child." The secretary shrugged and lowered her head to continue taking notes.
"My brother said that he's seen two similar children — a boy and a girl."
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