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While the necromancer was pondering the nature of the Ents' movement in relation to cities, a large Djinn managed to complete the registration process.

- Ah, so that's what it is! - Cenira sighed with relief, - But who is this witch? And why is she sending Ents here? Did the local authorities cut down her favorite grove?

- Exactly! There's no reason for her to do this! - said the artist.
- Heh-heh, you'll see.
- What if that's the case?
- If that's the case, then your mind is clouded by this sticky feeling!
- You're talking nonsense.
- It's not nonsense, it's facts! In short, there are rumors that she has some kind of conflict with the mayor. So she's taking revenge in this way. Hey, you two! You need to register!
The guard shouted at the Dhampir and the Zombie, who had entered the city almost simultaneously.
- Name, patronymic, place of origin, nationality, purpose of arrival in our city, weapons, potions, fruits, vegetables?
The scribe looked carefully at Leroy.
- Who are you and where are you from? Or are you one of those who lost their minds? You look terrible. Wear your helmet in the city so you don't scare the children.

I'm leaving for an hour or two. So don't expect any answers.