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The crazy old man looked at Aristarch and chuckled maliciously.

– Hello, novice! I'm a novice too! We will be loyal colleagues, he-he?
– This is Cir, my assistant in some matters,” the wise man Augur introduced the old man. – Unfortunately, your plan is doomed, Aristarch. There are countless small lairs of groots; chroths are amphibians and have probably swum to us through underwater currents. The Mraka reproduce by laying eggs in other living creatures. It is impossible to exterminate all monsters. You can only reduce their numbers here and now.

It seems that all roads in Aristarch’s life led him into the arms of strong, oiled men.
“And I thought, ‘the wise man.’ So envy gnaws at you, grandpa? Understandable… He lived his life but didn’t learn anything…”

- Greetings… So, are you looking for the “fox”?

- Too bad, teacher. Looks like I’ll have to look for assistants among the fighters... Alone, without supplies, and with empty pockets...”

"I wonder how it would be better to 'meet Jung'? Through the mountains or through the caves?"

Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.

(Закон сохранения).