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Chapter 21: False Ranker
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The wagon rumbled along, and George, the driver, leaned back, a curious expression on his face. "You don't really know about pets?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "Where have you been living all this time?"

Tyler shifted uncomfortably on the bench. "I... I had some memory loss the other day," he stammered, "so I'm trying to remember everything now."

George raised a skeptical eyebrow, clearly not buying the explanation, but he continued anyway.

"Well, you see, tamers are highly skilled in this world," George said, his voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret. "They're the people who have the skill to turn demon god spawn into pets. It's a sort of binding, you see, binding the creature to the person with the skill. Or they can bind it to someone else. But tamers are rare. I actually got this one from my cousin. He's a tamer. Because he's a tamer, they're always needed in the military or to serve the kingdom."

Tyler then said, "What do you mean by 'binding'?"

George expl
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