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-- Drink your fill, earth, -- Quint murmured quietly, watching the crimson streams flowing from the wounds inflicted on Decimus by his blade and bullet. Grelli the Younger briskly walked towards him along the dusty road, and Quint knew for sure that his son was hiding a satisfied smile behind his mask.
Leaving his son to enjoy the simple pleasure of looting, Quint walked towards the elder.
-- The problem is solved. Seven hundred axots.
Leaving his son to enjoy the simple pleasure of looting, Quint walked towards the elder.
-- The problem is solved. Seven hundred axots.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers