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Chapter 711

It was a moonless night, and dark clouds covered the sky. Every household in the village was illuminated by lights. Madison and the others followed the village chief to the memorial hall. He introduced the building to them. "This is Coningsby Village's memorial hall. It already has several hundred years of history behind it." Coningsby Village's memorial hall was built in such a way that very much reflected the local architecture. Furthermore, after all the money that was poured into its repairs over the last few years, it looked particularly luxurious on camera. In front of the memorial hall stood a man who was wearing a hat and mask. He did not look over 40 and was in good spirits, so he did not seem to be sick. "Knowing that the production crew is livestreaming this, our guest doesn't wish to show his face, hence the hat and mask," explained the village chief. "That's understandable," said Ronald. The fact that the guest agreed to the live stream at all was already unexpected

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