Граф Орлов
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Thanking the stranger, Yuventius walks to the mansion. After ten days of walking, a kilometer or two along the city streets should seem insignificant, but for some reason, this walk is particularly exhausting for the elderly cultist.
"You're getting old, Yuventius. You barely made it to the palace, and now you definitely won't have any strength left..."
"You're getting old, Yuventius. You barely made it to the palace, and now you definitely won't have any strength left..."
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers