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In the direction of the hoofbeats, there was an old horse worth nothing, with a young man on its back.,And he knew all too well, for a monster hunter who had no emotions left in his life, with only money and physical needs remaining.,"Hmm." Borto scratched his thick beard and nodded. "Right now, all you need to do is get familiar with the runes of the Quen sign."。