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I COUNTED THREE RECRUITMENTS IN THE NEWSPAPER, THE FOURTH WAS UNSUCCESSFUL.
Night 1 - failure
In the moonlight and firelight, a woman, hiding from the attention of the object of her interest, tried to do something, but to no avail.
Night 2
recruitment
While he was lying on the ground, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of the townspeople was kissing someone's shoes for some reason, without feeling any disgust, but rather the opposite, he did it with great pleasure.
Night 3
recruitment
Morning barely managed to get out from under the pit dug for him and returned to the city; he just sighed heavily, watching another person crushed by a heel along the way.
Night 4 - no one kisses Milis's feet, as you can see
This is not recruitment, it is
Time Management. It rolls back the target's state by one night.
At dawn, one of the townspeople completely forgot about the events of the night; neither the murder nor the fire remained in his memory.
Night 5 - failure, the Sorcerer, under a mental shield, refused to kiss feet, what a rude guy!
That night, someone rudely responded to the woman's offer to pay her homage.
Какую бы чушь ты не нес, в ней всегда есть крупица правды.