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His father waved his hand, whose face now also looked very tired. “Forget the word, Raen. The best thing is, you really go to bed now. ”
Raen nodded, but he didn't like it at all that his father wanted to end the conversation like that. Why did he never get reasonable answers to his questions? He looked a lot at the light sword that was still lying on the floor next to his father, and stayed there pensively.
Suddenly his hand shot out in the direction of the blade, but Roman reacted with lightning speed. He grabbed Raen's arm and stopped him just above the steel. With the other hand, he quickly pushed the sword out of Raen's reach, and it struck the wall and made a bright, metallic sound.
"Don't!" He shouted angrily. His voice hit Raen like a slap.
He looked at his father with wide eyes, and was shocked again when he saw his horrified expression on his face.
“You mustn't touch it! No way! Do you understand? It's bad for you! &rdqu
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