Happy Life
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- This won't work, - Latro said, breathing heavily, leaning his back against a large snowdrift. - Together, they can easily overwhelm us; we need to somehow increase the distance between us.
He nodded to his companions, adjusting his grip on Goro.
- Let's move forward, guys. I'll catch up. Oh, and... - He rummaged in his pocket, took out a note folded several times, put it in Berwang's pocket, placed his hand on his head, and looked him in the eye. - Make sure it doesn't get wet or torn. You'll give it back tomorrow! Now, let's go.
He checked the revolver's cylinder, stretched his neck and shoulders, tucked the chain of Ymir under his collar, and fastened it to the top.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
