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- Perhaps only those who have lived for thousands of years are capable of seeing and understanding the truth.
—Good thing we will never live that long. It's scary to even imagine what it's like: when every word, every glance, and every turn of your head is admired and interpreted by everyone as a special action filled with absolute divine wisdom, and you have to live up to expectations.Author
- Uh-huh, let's go. And they come. - Oh, yes, it's Count Kridearsky himself, - Quentin greeted the worker, - how can my humble enterprise be of service to such an important person?
—I think we should ask permission to step onto the threshold of the enterprise led by the one under whose guidance the right pillar of Margel and Count Kridearsky worked. —the nobody smirked in response. —It's a pity that we didn't have time to meet yesterday, Sir Quentin. —How was the celebration? I honestly wasn't sure how you would react to the news that a walking dead man worked here for some time...