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– Everyone will die eventually, – the Master gave a short and dry assessment of the dream. – but in our society, you either need to have an attractive appearance or wear a mask. Other options are not acceptable to everyone.
The heirs of the Walden family were named Amorin and Xayah. Whether they were truly the blood and flesh of the head was unknown.
– I have a task... – Amorin Walden pondered. – I need to pick the locks on chests in an old basement.
– I also have a job, – Xayah Walden, a well-known socialite, smiled. – I need to steal something.
– Choose what is closer to your heart, – the Master waved his hand. – It is through such small tasks that experience is gained.
In the stronghold of the thieves, newcomers were treated surprisingly friendly.