Happy Life
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The pig takes 350 damage (death)
The pig barely manages to squeal before turning into a charred piece of meat. The flimsy wooden hut with a thatched roof ignites almost instantly, and a thick column of black smoke rises from the building. Krait already hears one of the peasants shouting about the start of the fire.
A woman, about forty years old, with a bucket in her hands, suddenly appears from around the corner. For a moment, the peasant woman stands silently, looking alternately at the burning hut, Krait, the alchemist, and then back at the hut, and finally, having put everything together in her mind, she drops her bucket and lets out a piercing shriek – similar to the pig's earlier, but five times louder.
Nodding to his colleague, the alchemist begins to move along the village, with the aim of systematically processing the huts and all possible targets moving in their immediate vicinity.
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My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
