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Luckily, Circe doesn't own both. Dylan couldn't imagine what she would be like if she had free time to read books.

“I read books because books have knowledge that I need to absorb. How can a muscular brain like you understand?"

Dylan gave her a scornful look, if a magician could read a book, it would have to be a scripture, or at most a magic book. No one reads love books and then goes on the pretext of reading to improve knowledge.

"And you? Just got back from the market right? Your body hasn't recovered yet, has it gone to places like that?"

“I know myself how I am.” - Dylan asked with a tired face:

"And what about you?"

Dylan didn't ask politely, he really cared about Circe. Even though he pretended not to care, he knew there was something wrong with what she was wearing. Crice's style of dress must be said to be strange. It's been out of the weird for a long time now.

Rarely seeing her wearing the same color, Crice is currently wearing a purple dress. It is worth mentioning
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