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Anna resisted the urge to roll her eyes and raised her index and middle fingers and tapped them on the countertop, meaning: go on, cut the crap.

"If you do have divine power when you do, is there anything the Book of Words can't do?" Esme Crane asked curiously.

"Professor... You're being cheeky, how can I know your birthday..."

"Wow!" She thought this was so bandwagon.

The Book of Spirits of Words is like a megaphone, she will amplify the infectious power of words to as many times as there is mental and spiritual power, nearly without limit. If it reaches the extreme, it is like a divine decree, my words no one can resist, no one can escape from the envelope of my words, mind and body will bow directly to my words."

Esme Crane hurried back the way she had come, unleashing her keen senses and swift speed, using her overhead vision as an aid to wander above the rooftops and look down on the road below. About three blocks into her run, she rediscovered the red-nosed man again, clutch
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