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This time, the journey to the Temple of Shiris was uneventful, but this wasn't necessarily a good thing – now, the trio had nothing left to do but enter the villain's lair.
Inside, they found the Master of the Roulette, whom they already knew well. He had recently been working at a casino, and now he was leading his undead version. It was dark, and underfoot, they kept stumbling upon cards, poker chips, and broken glass. The main enemy stood on a roulette table, passionately kissing Zenobia, who, being a brainless zombie, could only respond with incoherent sounds.
- These puritanical fools were right about something – a woman, especially a beautiful one, doesn't need intelligence. - Turning his gaze away from his zombie lover, the Master looked at the guests and bowed respectfully – his "performance" was clearly inferior to Asmidul's familiar phantom, both in elegance and in the authenticity of the movements. - Welcome!
Nevertheless, he still had a sense of aesthetics, albeit a perverted one.
- Is it a coincidence that your minions are arranged in a "heart" shape? - asked the very observant samurai, as if looking at the battlefield from above.
- I'm glad you noticed! It would be extremely tragic if my efforts were in vain!
- You scoundrel, defiling life! - Gran, in turn, was in a purely combative mood and didn't want to chat with the zombie master. - We came to liberate this city and its inhabitants from your presence!
- Don't rush, my dear guests! How about resolving this conflict peacefully?
Inside, they found the Master of the Roulette, whom they already knew well. He had recently been working at a casino, and now he was leading his undead version. It was dark, and underfoot, they kept stumbling upon cards, poker chips, and broken glass. The main enemy stood on a roulette table, passionately kissing Zenobia, who, being a brainless zombie, could only respond with incoherent sounds.
- These puritanical fools were right about something – a woman, especially a beautiful one, doesn't need intelligence. - Turning his gaze away from his zombie lover, the Master looked at the guests and bowed respectfully – his "performance" was clearly inferior to Asmidul's familiar phantom, both in elegance and in the authenticity of the movements. - Welcome!
Nevertheless, he still had a sense of aesthetics, albeit a perverted one.
- Is it a coincidence that your minions are arranged in a "heart" shape? - asked the very observant samurai, as if looking at the battlefield from above.
- I'm glad you noticed! It would be extremely tragic if my efforts were in vain!
- You scoundrel, defiling life! - Gran, in turn, was in a purely combative mood and didn't want to chat with the zombie master. - We came to liberate this city and its inhabitants from your presence!
- Don't rush, my dear guests! How about resolving this conflict peacefully?