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A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,Facing Hayna stood an elderly elf, thin and tall in a butler's uniform.,The black wrought iron gate, adorned only with understated thorn patterns...didn't look like the entrance to a prestigious household.。