Atlas was in his room, he was watching the large room. It is three times as big as his house on the mountain. Yes, indeed, this house is big, it looks like a palace.The bedroom door opened, Benedict entered and Atlas stood up. “Grandpa, what's going on here? Even though grandpa can walk now, grandpa has to rest. Grandpa can't do many things at this fast pace yet.”Atlas held Benedict's arm, he didn't want Benedict to force himself. At that moment, he felt Benedict's blood flow. He made Benedict sit on the couch in his bedroom."How? You like your temporary room, Atlas?”"Temporary?" asked Atlas in surprise. He thought that a smaller room was being prepared for him. “Yes, this room is too big, grandpa. Moving to a smaller room would suit me better.”He tried to speak softly. A thin smile graced his face. He admired the old figure in front of him, according to Master Blake that this man was a wise man, and Atlas could see his wisdom on his face. It's only natural that he could make his
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