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This warehouse is made to accommodate us, Beastie,” Reigna Halcht was explaining. “You see, the cute protector over there will hand us a postcard. If you don’t know what it is, it looked like a meta-card, hmm? It has an itty-bitty figure in it.”
“What’s the use of this meta-card thingy?”
“Ooh, it’s a ticket for the other infrastructure. Like the school, everything inside it is unplottable.” She moved closer to her, her hands on her mouth. “Chell said the headmaster’s a nutter who loves making our lives hard. Just don’t tell anyone I tell you that.” Then she ends up in a giggling state.
Five minutes later, they’re already standing in front of the protector who scanned the three of them. He’s wearing a silver suit of armor and the eyehole of its metal was concealed in horn-rimmed glasses. It gave the protector extra-sensitive eyes that would help him detects suspicious things.
After he handed three simple envelopes, he moved aside from the counter to reveal a d
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