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The French noble led him to a room, and to Alan's surprise, there were three other players waiting for them. Among them were Cachellos of the Black Sand Mercenary, Zencher the new Death Knight, and a figure in silver-clad armor known as the Silver Rapier. Alan couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the unexpected company.

Looking at the three of them in the room, Alan raised an eyebrow and said, "What is this? Do you want to cut my arms again?"

Hearing this, Axel chuckled and calmly took a seat, gesturing for Alan to do the same. He said, "To think you could even regain your arm in the game… and level 38!! Wow!! You really are amazing, Alan, very resourceful…"

Alan's expression remained stern as he replied, "I am sorry… I am allergic to flattery... Cut to the chase."

Seeing Alan's reaction, Zencher's face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "You lowlifes!! How dare you speak with such insolence!!"

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