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I noticed a strange pattern: the nights when WhiteLizard wasn't blocked were marked by the actions of a maniac.
The first night, there was an arson.
The second night, WhiteLizard was blocked.
The monk WhiteLizard sits on the soft grass and admires the sunrise. He is in an unusually good, almost magical mood.
The third night, everyone clearly felt the consequences.
The fourth night, WhiteLizard was blocked.
Sunrise. The monk WhiteLizard walks out onto the porch of his house, descends the steps, and almost trips over a large wooden club. After turning it over in his hands for about ten seconds, he decides to take it to the captain of the guard. On the way, the monk notices a bulletin board and reads the latest notices:
Today, WhiteLizard wasn't blocked; a maniac committed a murder.
Then the girl goes around the house from the other side, looks in the window, and sees the Gardener, Arandor, slowly walking around the room. The girl looks closer, and horror overcomes her – a huge bloody wound gapes in the gardener's chest, and a strange figure made of the gardener's entrails, braided into knots and connected with his ribs, is laid out on the floor. In the middle of the figure lies a piece of paper depicting six red diamonds.
Correct me if I'm wrong.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо
