Happy Life
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- More experiments, - the sir sighs.
"They invent all sorts of nonsense, and then mutants roam around the city," he thought gloomily, so as not to grumble aloud and disgrace the honor of his uniform.
After considering for a few seconds whether he had any valuables worth writing a will for - he had none - he cast a final glance at both faces.
His last thought before plunging his hand into the hole offered by the priestess was whether, if he survived the "decay," he would have to undergo another experiment the next day, but from someone else...?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
