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"Knights?" Leon asked. "I mean, come on, man."   "I couldn't think of anything better, mate, don't bug me about it," Hell said with a defeated tone. He wasn't sure if he would get used to calling them his knights. He drank some of the smoothie the vampires made for him. It was surprisingly delicious, but he didn't know any of the ingredients in it. "It's still better than calling them "Sons of Shadow" though, isn't it so?"   "Is that so?" Virgil asked standing at the door threshold, looking amused.   "Ah, it's not like that," Hell said, scratching the back of his head. His blunders were unending since facing Dmiria and the guy called Neil yesterday, he also didn't know how to lead at all, but called out to Virgil for a secret meeting upon Theperes' advice.   Leon was laughing with

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