Volume 3 Chapter 207 The One Sharp Method？
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Yes, Lord Kian, aah♡” Priscilla moaned softly.
”Aah,” Kian replied, eyes half-closed.
”Is it delicious?” she asked, feeding him another bite.
”Yes. It’s very good,” he said, smiling.
”Tsk,” Sarah clicked her tongue.
”Tsk, you cheater. Tsk,” Linca added sharply.
It was past 3 in the afternoon, and they were having a late lunch under the makeshift tent. Kian was being fed bread and chicken by Priscilla, who sat closely beside him. Sarah and Linca, seated lower, continued to cast stern glances their way. Kian had explained the situation to Sarah, who, in turn, had informed Linca about why he had become Priscilla’s fake boyfriend. Although the tension had eased somewhat since morning, the two were still clicking their tongues at every move Kian made.
”By the way, Sir Kian, Lady Priscilla? Sir Eros Mancuso have already gone home,” Linca remarked, refilling his water.
”Now that you mention it, that’s true,” Kian answered vaguely.
For now, Louis and Bishop Yalchin were happily chatting as they accompanied Kian and Priscilla on their visit to the slave trader. It seemed that Eros had a Sunday school class (T/N: a religious class) for the first time in a while, and had excused himself to go home before noon after informing Kian and Priscilla. However, since Bishop Yalchin and Louis were still around, the fake couple act had to continue.
”It has to last at least for today,” Priscilla said with a playful wink.
The white-haired witch wore a pristine white blouse and a blue long skirt paired with leather boots. Her Gibson tuck hairstyle (T/N: a hairstyle where the hair is tucked neatly behind the ears), tied by Kian himself, looked refreshing and wonderful. Cute stray hairs framed her ears, adding a touch of charm to her beauty.
Every time she took such diligent care of him, Kian couldn’t help but think, Is it really okay to marry Priscilla? But if he married her, he would be taken away to Châtillon and live a life devoted solely to her. In that case, Priscilla wouldn’t allow concubines. While Sarah and Linca could serve him as vassals, entering the harem would be impossible. That meant he’d have to abandon them—and afterward, a tragic end awaited him, likely at Sarah’s hands.
For instance, Christy seemed willing to join Kian’s harem if asked, a clear contrast to Priscilla. Christy was acceptable; Priscilla was not. Of course, Maribel was out of the question as well. They were women of noble birth who could never be part of Kian’s harem plan from the start.
If there was any chance, it would be if they—like Sarah—faced the collapse of their family and found themselves wandering the streets. Such a situation would be the worst for both Priscilla and Maribel, and as a sensible man, Kian could not wish for it.
”Sir Kian, you cheater,” Sarah whispered.
”That’s not cheating. Ms. Priscilla and I are in a fake boyfriend-girlfriend relationship,” Kian replied calmly.
”I could take it seriously, you know.”
”…Sir Kian?”
”Why am I being glared at? It’s just Ms. Priscilla saying things on her own,” he added, glancing at her.
They whispered to avoid being overheard by Louis and the others. Priscilla, who had been smiling until then, suddenly made a sulky face and tightly grasped Kian’s hand under the table. It was pressed forcibly against her thigh, wrapped in a long skirt.
”────!” Kian’s breath hitched. Whoa!
”If you marry me, you can indulge in s*x every day,” Priscilla whispered, her voice low and teasing. “You won’t have to chase monsters or run around the mountains anymore. You won’t have to wear yourself thin being pressured into marriage by jealous women.”
”Who is jealous?” Sarah asked.
”I, I have Christy,” he replied, shaping his lips into a crescent smile. But then, her dark gray, captivating eyes reflected Kian’s distorted image.
”Why not just dump Christina? It’s all Princess Maribel’s fault for not paying. If you tell her that as long as Princess Maribel is around, you can’t get along with her, Christina will surely give up on you.”
”Isn’t that a bit too harsh? Not only Mr. Eros, but I’m also taken aback by your statement. Are you aware of that?”
”Hahaha. Not as much as Lord Kian.”
”────”
When did I ever make a harsh statement…? Kian fell silent.
Suddenly, the Knights of the Western Church, who had been on watch beyond the tent, became noisy. Looking over, Kian saw Guy, Natra, and Archbishop Homolka approaching.
Guy wore a bronze crown on his head, and Natra cradled something like a steel shield in both hands. Behind them, Archbishop Homolka had Knight Balondor carrying a large suitcase.
”I won!” Guy declared loudly as soon as he entered the dining tent, spreading his arms wide. “I have claimed the title of champion of the card game in this region!”
”Congratulations,” Kian said, standing.
”Good, good, just stay seated,” Guy replied, greeting Bishop Yalchin before sitting next to Priscilla.
”Natra, where on earth have you been until now?” Guy asked.
”I was participating in a card game tournament. The night before, I was in a cash game. There were a few ‘lords’ who kept challenging me, and by the time I emptied their wallets, the tournament entry time was approaching, so I couldn’t go home,” Natra explained, her elegant red stole fluttering as she approached. She tilted her head, looking at Kian and Priscilla, who were uncomfortably close.
”Ms. Natra, Sir Kian has been cheating,” Linca whispered.
”…You should hear the details. ‘Cheating’ isn’t the right term,” Kian said dryly.
”Hm? What’s this, have you two finally decided to go out with each other?” Guy asked, oblivious.
Priscilla’s bright “Yes!” made Natra’s gaze turn stern. It was a mistake. Kian felt a sinking despair at the reality of the situation.
”Natra, what happened to that shield?” Sarah asked, approaching her sister with wide eyes.
Natra, who didn’t particularly like her, conveyed the bare minimum: “I came in second place in the tournament,” then fell silent. Guy laughed heartily next to Priscilla.
”I faced the ‘Usurper’ in the finals. It was a best-of-5 match—the first to win three games would be the victor. I lost the first two games, but when I realized the ‘Usurper’ only had a cheap aggro deck (T/N: a fast-paced deck aiming to reduce the opponent’s life points quickly), I switched to my control deck that counters aggro. After that, I won three games in a row and achieved a glorious victory.”
”How frustrating. I lost my most valuable rare card,” Natra grumbled.
”That’s terrible! Did you really overpower Natra with your high-value rare card deck? That’s not something an adult should do!” Sarah scolded.
”There’s no distinction between adults and children in a match,” Guy said, taking a gulp of water poured by Linca and smiling cynically.
”Yes, as Lord Guy says,” Natra said. “Lord Guy, although I lost this time, I will use the prize money from coming in second and the money I won in the cash game to build a deck that counters control decks. That way, I won’t end up in a situation like this again.”
”Hahaha. I’m looking forward to it. I’ll be waiting, ‘Usurper.’”
”An aggro deck—those fast-paced decks that aim to reduce the opponent’s life points to zero by the fifth turn. Have you been fighting solely with aggro until now?” Kian asked.
Natra nodded. “Yes. If I want to build a control or midrange deck, I need a lot of expensive rare cards…”
”Even so, if it’s a best-of-5, I wouldn’t lose to anyone other than Lord Guy.”
”That person’s deck was surprisingly strong for how cheaply it could be assembled. They were also well-versed in decks and cards, making sound judgments. Their probability calculations when deciding to mulligan were quick and accurate. Kian, your subordinate is an excellent card game player. If it weren’t for my Gold Coins 5 hundred bet on a super rare card deck, I wouldn’t have been able to seal the deal.”
”Gold Coins 5 hundred!?” Kian’s eyes widened.
Next to him, Priscilla grumbled, “That’s too much money. Are you planning to take that to a local tavern and show off? How vulgar,” she said with a scowl.
”Brother, what happened to the prize money?” Louis asked from across the table, having listened in.
Guy replied, “I had it brought here thanks to the kindness of Archbishop Homolka. I couldn’t use the bank because of the war… The prize was 50 Gold Coins, so it was too dangerous to leave it at the inn.”
”I also had mine brought along. Sixty Gold Coins,” Natra said.
”Sixty!? Where on earth did you get that kind of money? You’re the runner-up, right?” Kian asked in surprise.
”Yes. The prize was 30 Gold Coins, and the rest I earned from the ‘Lords’ Eyes’ after fighting all night.”
”Hahaha, I don’t know which ‘Lords’ Eyes’ you’re talking about, but your wallet is truly empty! They were all people I didn’t like, so this is quite delightful!” Guy chuckled.
”Archbishop Homolka, Mr. Balondor, I’m sorry. Thank you,” Kian said as he approached the Archbishop.
Homolka waved his hand generously. “Don’t mention it. The match between Lord Guy and Natra was truly entertaining to watch. It reminded me of when I was a boy, playing cards all day with my friends before I entered the clergy. I wanted to do something nice in return for the good show.”
”Archbishop, you participated in the card game tournament?” Bishop Yalchin asked, furrowing his brow.
Homolka shook his head leisurely, still smiling. “Not at all, I just watched. There were two hundred participants. It was a large-scale tournament using all the taverns on the main street. Plus, since they had won, everyone was loosening their purse strings. The tournament entry fee was seventy Silver Coins, yet everyone was throwing money around. The excitement was incredible, and it was very lively. I’ve always loved these kinds of festivals because they give energy to my old body. And since I’ll soon be moving to the center, this might be my last chance to watch a card game tournament here.”
”Two hundred participants? That’s an impressive scale,” Linca said, covering her mouth with her hand.
”Is it in a tournament format?” she asked.
”Indeed. There is no third-place match in a tournament format, nor are there any draws,” Kian explained.
”That means 100 or 99 people must be eliminated, so there were a total of 100 or 99 matches,” Sarah interjected from the side.
”Even if it started in the morning, it’s impressive that it ended by 3 o’clock~desuwa,” she added.
”In reality, the organizers were quite experienced. It seems such tournaments were held with a fair degree of frequency. As expected of Oswald’s town,” Kian said.
”It’s a good thing that the town is lively. Now that Sir Oswald is in prison, Ramsey will likely be incorporated into Your Excellency’s direct territory, but… I hope the traditional card game culture continues without fading away,” Homolka added with concern.
”There are probably issues with sponsors, and Kian thinks it will be difficult for Maribel to survive in the future. However,” Guy chuckled softly and shook his head, “Oswald will return soon. The princess won’t be able to keep that man in check.”
”Father’s legal team is representing Oswald, you know, Lord Kian,” Louis said briefly while elegantly sipping wine across the table.
”Ah, speaking of which, I had something I needed to ask Lord Kian,” Homolka interrupted deliberately in a bright tone. Kian politely turned his attention to the Archbishop.
”What is it?”
”It’s something difficult to discuss here… If it’s alright, I’d like to talk over there, just the two of us.”
”That’s fine. ──Everyone, we’ll be stepping out for a moment,” Kian announced after informing those present. He stepped outside the tent with the plump Archbishop.
On the other side, where the Church knights stood in a row, the late-arriving slave traders were inspecting Beastmen children with serious expressions, trying to procure quality goods from the leftovers.
Homolka, while watching the slave traders from a distance, lowered his voice and began to speak.
”Actually… I have something I need to confirm with you, Lord Kian, at the request of the Inquisition from the Western Church.” (T/N: The Inquisition here refers to a powerful church investigative body.)
”The Inquisition──I’ve heard they do quite extravagant things. I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Kian muttered.
”Yes. They’re the kind of people I would prefer not to get involved with if possible. What I want to confirm is, to put it bluntly, about Lord Owl.”
Homolka attempted to clasp his hands around his waist, but perhaps due to his stiff body, he couldn’t manage it and gave up. The Archbishop continued, looking uneasy.
”According to the official announcement, Lord Owl has been replaced by a monster.”
”Yes.”
”I heard from a witness that the monster had a dark body, bat-like wings, and sharp fangs and claws. The Inquisition suspects that Lord Owl might be an ancient vampire, but what does Lord Kian, who fought it directly, think?”
”I can’t say for sure. If I were to comment as a monster-hunting expert, it resembled a Cain-type creature, but it was different from any of those and seemed to be something much more powerful.”
”Cain?”
”It’s a classification within the group of monsters known as the Bloodsucking Kind.”
”Is it different from a vampire?”
Kian shook his head.
”No. Vampires possess intelligence.”
”On the other hand, Cain types lack intelligence and attack their prey based on instinct. Unlike the monster this time, they cannot mimic someone or blend into human society. However, the monster that disguised itself as ‘Lord Owl’ understood the workings of human society and managed Lord Owl’s assets appropriately. Furthermore, in our direct conversation, I felt it possessed advanced logical reasoning abilities. This should be regarded as a being that no longer falls within the category of the Bloodsucking Kind.”
”Well… I see. I see.”
Homolka placed his hand on his chin and began pacing restlessly. After a moment, he looked up and resumed his questioning.
”‘Lord Owl’ seems to have been trying to make the townspeople a sacrifice to the ‘Thorn Demon,’ doesn’t it?”
”…Where did you hear that?”
”I’m sorry. It’s a secret. Since I pressed for information, I must protect my source.”
At Homolka’s words, Kian furrowed his brow. The only ones who knew about the sacrificial magic circle—aside from Kian’s family—were the Knights in charge of public relations. The Knights who remained behind were suspicious, but it was also quite possible that those already transferred to Maribel had leaked information. One cannot build a wall against human mouths, it seems.
Though he didn’t know what favor he had received from Homolka, Kian felt deep disappointment toward the administrative Knights who so easily leaked confidential information.
”If the Archbishop pointed it out, then I can no longer remain silent. It is true that Lord Owl was constructing a sacrificial ritual to resurrect the ‘Thorn Demon’.”
”I knew it! So, what about it? Is the ritual still in place?”
”No. We confirmed that the magic circle self-destructed at the moment we won the battle the other day.”
”I see. For now, that’s a relief. May I see the self-destructed magic circle later, just to be sure?”
”If it is the Archbishop’s order, I cannot refuse.”
”If your direct superior—Princess Maribel—questions you about the leak, feel free to mention my name.”
Homolka turned to look at Ramsey and continued.
”If Owl’s magic circle had been functioning properly, do you think the Demon would have been resurrected?”
”Yes. My Head Magicians all concluded that the Demon would have been resurrected.”
”In that case, the monster disguised as Lord Owl cannot be left alive. If a sacrifice can be prepared, that Thorn Demon could be resurrected and reduce the surrounding nations to dust. It would be troublesome if the methodology were sold to a third party, and ‘Lord Owl’ must be buried in darkness along with the secret arts stored in his skull.”
”I apologize, but I will remain out of that matter. I’ve already caused enough trouble for my companions, and I cannot even consider searching for a flying monster whose whereabouts are unknown at this point,” Kian said.
”That’s something the Inquisition would do. —And also, the ‘Thorn Magician’ owned by the Western Church.”
(Ms. Aliona!)
Kian felt his heart race at the unexpected mention of the goddess’s alias. However, it was Homolka’s subsequent words that made his heart pound for a different reason.
”Yesterday, a request for the ‘Thorn Magician’ was issued. She, who single-handedly defeated the ‘Thorn Demon’ eighty years ago, will directly investigate the magic circle remnants constructed by Lord Owl. I believe she will come here as soon as the princess grants her permission, so I apologize, but I would like to ask Lord Kian to handle her reception.”
”──Huh?”
”Did you not understand? The ‘Thorn Magician’ Aliona Gouldrin will come here for an investigation as soon as she receives the princess’s permission. I want Lord Kian to attend to her. Though it’s not necessary to give her a grand welcome like you would for Châtillon and his party—a simple, warm reception as her friend would suffice. As you know, Aliona Gouldrin is a down-to-earth person.”
The Archbishop was speaking, but Kian was barely comprehending half of Homolka’s words.
With Sarah, Linca, and Natra glaring at him, and the risk of Christy finding out about his infidelity through Aerial, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Aliona came here too.
Aliona only knew that Natra and Rufna had become Kian’s companions, so she would surely be shocked to see new members of his harem like Sarah and Linca. She had already pressured him when she suspected his infidelity with Christy (from Aliona’s perspective), and it was quite troublesome. If things went poorly, he might end up stuffed and displayed in her basement as a trophy.
(Wait, am I in a bind here?)
As Kian smiled nervously and wiped sweat from his brow, he felt a tap on his shoulder from Priscilla behind him.
”Hey! Have you finished talking with Archbishop Homolka?” she asked.
”Ah, y-yes,” Kian replied.
”I’m sorry for borrowing your boyfriend for so long,” Homolka said with a teasing smile.
”Not at all. By the way, Lord Kian? After this, would you like to go out for a meal—just the two of us?”
”Are there any restaurants open at night where Ms. Priscilla can enter?”
”Ahaha! Don’t take it literally. I mean, I want to spend the night alone with Lord Kian.”
”Sir Kian?” “Kian?” “…”
”──────”
From behind Priscilla, Linca and Sarah approached with smiles, while Natra remained expressionless. Linca began in a cheerful tone.
”I misunderstood. I thought that even if we were all getting along, Sir Kian would always love me. I believed that, but it seems I was wrong.”
”That’s not true,” Kian said quickly.
”Hm? What kind of conversation is this?” Homolka interjected.
”Archbishop, I am terribly sorry, but this is a personal matter for us…” He said with a smile as she pushed Linca aside and stepped forward.
”I had promised first, didn’t I? Not Ms. Priscilla or Ms. Linca, but tonight, I will be with you.”
”…Ms. Sarah? Are you planning to cut in?” Linca asked.
”Cut in? I had no intention of sharing Kian with you from the very beginning.”
”────”
Sarah and Linca sparked with tension. Meanwhile, Natra smoothly stepped forward, weaving between the two.
”Sir Kian, I have something to discuss. Do you have a moment after this?” she asked.
”Eh?”
”Sorry, Natra. Lord Kian has dinner with me after this. You have no part in this,” Priscilla said firmly.
”Oh, oh, oh. Could this be…?”
Homolka gasped, covering his mouth and stepping back. The perceptive Archbishop disliked such intuition.
In front were Natra, Sarah, Linca, and Priscilla. Behind them stood Christy and Aliona. And as always, the collaborator—Talia—was somewhere, nowhere to be found.
Despite having just indulged in casual s*x with a girl, Kian found himself with no escape route.
”Lord Kian! You’re going to dinner with me, right?” Priscilla called out eagerly.
”Kian, as we promised this morning, you won’t go back on your word to me, will you?” Sarah added with a steady gaze.
”Sir Kian, why not ignore these unpredictable women and gorillas and spend the night with me, Linca? It’s fine. Even if you are a cheating bastard, as long as you swear your love to me, I will overlook everything,” Linca said, pouting.
”I don’t mind how many mistresses you take, Sir Kian. As long as you choose me in the end, it doesn’t matter how many older women there are,” Natra chimed in softly.
”Huh? ‘Natra?’ Hehe… Ms. Natra? When you say ‘older women,’ who are you referring to? It must be Ms. Sarah and Ms. Priscilla, right?” Linca teased.
”Everyone, please calm down,” Kian interjected, raising a hand. “Even if you all demand it at once, I only have one body. I could use the magic sword Mistcloud to create a clone, but my skill level isn’t high enough for long-term independent action.”
”It’s simple; you don’t need a magic sword. You just need to choose one of us,” Sarah said confidently, a sly smile playing on her lips.
”This is a perfect opportunity,” Linca added, glancing at Kian. “I felt it was time to establish the hierarchy of who will be Sir Kian’s first wife.”
”Lord Kian, no matter which of these three you choose, the aftermath will be hell. I think everything would be solved if you ran away with me to Châtillon,” Priscilla offered calmly.
”Should you escape to Châtillon, I will kill you, Sir Kian,” Linca snapped sharply.
”Stop with the direct threats, Linca,” Sarah said, rubbing the back of his neck.
The four women clearly were heating up, showing no signs of backing down. Ranking the wives within the party—including Priscilla—was an act on the brink of collapse. Natra, Sarah, and Linca all understood that, which was probably why they hadn’t brought it up before. But none of them expected they’d be forced to make such a decision so abruptly.
”Ho ho ho, you’re young,” came a casual voice behind him.
Bishop Yalchin’s lighthearted remark caught Kian off guard. He wondered if the bishop was completely unaware of the tense situation. Beside Yalchin, Homolka, Guy, and Louis looked at Kian with eyes that seemed to say, “Oh, Kian the lord is dead.” Kian had believed Guy might throw him a lifeline, but unfortunately, no hand was extended to the playboy Kian.
”Sir Kian, we’re waiting, so please come to my inn♡,” Linca and Priscilla said in unison as they began walking toward Ramsey’s direction. They likely planned to prepare for their date with Kian tonight. The gates of hell had finally opened.
(What should I do now?)
Kian thought in confusion, when suddenly he felt a hand gently placed on his shoulder.
”Well, it’s like this. I’ll pick up the bones,” Guy said quietly.
”Lord Guy…” Kian breathed.
”If you choose Priscilla, I’ll protect you. Even if you don’t choose Priscilla, if you become my vassal, I’ll help you,” Guy continued firmly.
”────. I’m sorry, let me think about it,” Kian muttered.
”You’re quite popular, Lord Kian. So, as another option, I’ll say I’m ready to take you in. I won’t approve of your marriage to Priscilla, but if it’s any other case, I, Louis, will protect you and your wives,” Louis said with a cold gaze.
At Louis’s words, Guy shot him a murderous look. In response, Louis’s red eyes flashed as he returned the killing intent.
”────”
(Is there no place where I can find salvation…?)
Kian thought, dumbfounded, as if he heard Talia’s voice whisper in his ear: ‘You brought this upon yourself.’
* * *
Until now, Kian had thought that s*x with a girl was a pleasant experience.
Kian, a bottom-tier adventurer with no filthy, smelly money, found the idea of having s*x with beautiful women—who he could never hope to meet, no matter how many gold coins he piled up—irresistibly alluring. Whenever he had the chance, he would have s*x, and even when he didn’t, he forced himself to make time for it. Thanks to the extraordinary performance of his ultimate magic sword, he never reached a physical limit that would prevent him from having s*x. So it was only natural that he would become a monkey who seduced any pretty girl he found—this was how Kian self-justified to escape responsibility.
”Ugh… damn it, this isn’t how it was supposed to be…” he muttered.
After finishing work, he wandered aimlessly down Ramsey’s main street. Should he just slip into some brōtḥel and have a quick fling with a nameless working girl? However, even if he did that, he wouldn’t escape responsibility. Eventually, the women Kian had taken advantage of would come after him.
(What should I do to break free from this situation? Do I really have to reflect and change my inner self?)
But even if he were to change, if he took vows to enter the priesthood and promised not to have s*x with girls, Natra and the others would surely be very angry.
What if he were to go so far as to get castrated?
If this troublesome thing between his legs were gone, Kian could seriously become a saint. Without a tool for s*x, Natra and the others would probably give up on him.
”But I don’t want to be castrated. I want to have s*x. I want to feel good,” Kian muttered the most despicable lines under his breath.
He turned the corner and entered an alley without thinking. He had no idea what lay in that alley, but saw Gary and the members of the Holy Squad—including Homork the Third—loitering in front of a large building at the end.
Come to think of it, they were finally supposed to get a day off after finishing their work today. Surely, Gary and the others had come to the entertainment district together after work.
As Kian blankly watched Gary and the others, they noticed him, dressed in their distinctive outfits that exposed their bellies and thighs, and came over in a group.
Gary, at the front, greeted Kian with clear eyes. “Good evening, Lord Kian. What brings you here all alone?”
”Uh… well…” Kian stammered.
”Would you like to join us for some fun?” Homork the Third asked, extending his hand toward Kian with a calm expression.
Kian stared down at his hand.
(They’re homos*xuals. What on earth were they planning to do? — No, wait.)
Feeling lost in life like before meeting “glasses”, Kian suddenly realized, looking at the calm expressions of Homork the Third and the others, this complicated mess of relationships with women.
Could it be that if I myself fell into homos*xuality, it would all be resolved—!?
”No need to be castrated. I can have s*x,” Kian muttered to himself.
”Lord Kian? What are you muttering about?” Gary asked, confused.
”Everyone in the Holy Squad,” Kian said, looking up at the sky with clear eyes, like them. “If it’s alright, please let me join the party.”
*There will be no scenes where the protagonist engages with a man.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Eros – The bishop’s son is an 18-year-old suitor, described as a cheerful and sincere young man. His courtship of Priscilla adds a layer of intrigue to the narrative.
• Louis – Trusted subordinates from the Châtillon family, part of Guy’s elite force.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Aerial – Female. A modern-looking young woman with short brown hair, revealing clothes, and gaudy accessories. She specializes in healing and basic magic but is cold and unsociable. She has a sad backstory related to losing her ability to sing magic.
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