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Even though the old horse's hooves could almost crush it in one step, it still darted straight toward its master from between the horse's hooves.,Lan En's face, as pale as ice, showed no sign of change. He spurred his horse forward, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves any longer, Bolten. You know what the situation is.","Hmm." Borto scratched his thick beard and nodded. "Right now, all you need to do is get familiar with the runes of the Quen sign."。