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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.,The black wrought iron gate, adorned only with understated thorn patterns...didn't look like the entrance to a prestigious household.,“But that’s because Master Evans is kind-hearted. When you were an hour late, I had already decided to call the Inspectorate. It was Master Evans who stopped me. He said we should always give people a chance...No matter what reason they have, they should at least meet first before making any decisions.”。