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Having fulfilled the sorceress's order and started collecting roots, while the girl herself enjoyed a good day, the man told about himself.

- The day started as usual, I was standing near the signpost to the east and waiting for the structuralist! But what's the point if there's no one with me! I need another person to wait with, so that the structuralist finally appears. I was looking for someone in Pure Hands. But no one wants to wait with me. And I really need to! I really need to! Here, I'm ready to give away all 200 axots that I have. And also, I have this beautiful card, but I won't give it away until the structuralist arrives!



From the man's speech, it was not difficult to understand that he had problems with his head. He would have continued to talk, but something strange began to happen. Maylin sees the man's movements slowing down, the same thing happens to his voice. Soon he completely freezes. As does everything around. The grass, the clouds in the sky, the wind, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves. Nothing moves, and no sounds are heard. The girl notices a path leading deep into the forest. She really wants to go down it. She is unable to resist.
I have a card, but I won't give it to you!
I wonder, would this happen anyway, or because I went and subdued that guy?...
While the stranger was gathering the necessary roots and talking about himself, Maylin wondered whether it would be better to clarify exactly why he needed a structuralist. Or whether she should keep it to herself.
But as soon as the collapse decided to ask this question, she saw a tempting path in front of her, which beckoned her to take a walk. And, obeying the impulse, Maylin set off forward, forgetting about everything around her, including the stranger who was digging up some kind of greenery, whom she had even thought about helping a minute ago, if that was possible, and most importantly, about the caring sorceress, whose voice had not sounded in her head for the first time in a long time.
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