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Abasdarhon's Castle

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Hearing about the cat, the stranger sighed with disappointment.

- Clean hands. This information is enough. Consider it a test. Farewell, Maylin, lost child. Perhaps we will meet again, - after these words, the wind blew, and the man dissolved into the air like smoke.

The surrounding world returns to its normal state. The girl hears the voice of the man who was collecting roots for her behind her.

- Miss! Miss! I thought I had lost you. You disappeared so suddenly. The roots are collected, we can go back.
When the stranger disappeared, Maylin sighed sadly. The only thing she thought about at that moment was: "I hope he finds his cat."
The Collapsist still hadn't fully grasped everything that had happened, so the girl stood for a while, thinking about everything she had learned.
And how much time had actually passed? Seconds, minutes, hours?... Maylin had no idea how long her walk had been and how much they had talked to that man, who had given her too much knowledge for such a fragile girl.
Perhaps Maylin would have continued to stand there, and then she would have had to guess again how many hours she had spent on it, but reality brought her back with the voice of the stranger, whom she had subdued to help her collect plants for Cristall. What irony. Even towards him, albeit without malice, she did not act entirely decently...
- Oh, thank you very much, sir! - Maylin smiled, coming to her senses. - I don't know what I would have done without your help... By the way, you were saying something about needing a structuralist, and that you need help finding him... But let's not get ahead of ourselves, let's at least get to know each other first. My name is Maylin, and what is your name?
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