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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","Huh, you're here" The boy drew a period on the piece of paper, looked up at the person who came, his voice clear and pleasant, with a strong hint of intimacy.,I remained silent, waiting for him to speak first.。