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MasteR sat in his doghouse, whimpering in pain. The injuries sustained during the fight with Drakkosha periodically gave him no peace. Ment managed to treat the dog a bit, but fractures do not heal quickly even after magical influence. Opposite Master, sitting on a stump, was Drakkosha, with a broken arm and a dislocated leg. The attack on Deliries's dog had cost her dearly. But in the end, Larisa's diplomatic skills and funny accent neutralized this conflict, which had occurred due to a lack of mutual understanding. KindShaman still sat in his tower, watching the sea.
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- Hey, friend, - Alesyor began speaking in the Orcish language. – Don't be offended by my brother. He just loves his dog very much. And you treated him poorly, you understand. - I understand, - the orc replied calmly. - I think today we will finally reach where we have intended to go for a long time, but never got around to it. Ha-ha! In reality, we didn't even want to do it that much! So soon you can sail home. That should make you happy! The orc smiled, but it looked more like a vicious sneer than a smile of joy. Alesyor smiled back and patted the orc on the back. Over the last week, the number of undead had significantly decreased thanks to Alesyor's efforts. Therefore, he and Yuridyor found it quite easy to reach Amtrozay's tomb and enter, killing a skeleton with a bow and several dozen ordinary skeletons along the way. Inside, they discovered a sarcophagus. Opening it, they saw Amtrozay lying within. He clutched some kind of scepter in his hands, and where the heart should have been, a large faceted stone of dark purple color shone, fixed into the dead man's ribs. - This is... - Yes, Yur, this is the cursed magic that you dislike so much. Alesyor slid his hand between the skeleton's ribs and ripped the stone from Amtrozay's chest. After this action, all the undead still roaming the island immediately fell, losing connection with the energy source that powered them. - Look how big it is! – Alesyor said, poking the stone in Yuridyor's face. - Get that thing away from me! Everyone we knew died because of it. Who knows what else it is capable of. - Without this master, - Alesyor pointed to Amtrozay, - it' same just a stone. Well okay, not just a stone, but in my hands it poses no danger to us. - Fine. But still, keep it far away from me. - Moving it, moving it, - Alesyor said and hid the stone in his bag. Returning home, the guys showed the stone to Ninoga and the others. Now they could peacefully sail away from the island. Which is what the orc and goblins did. Aleel, finally, was able to see the horizon. Sooner or later a ship would sail by that he could board through a shadow. The main thing was that it wasn't a pirate ship.
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- What do we do now? – Yuridyor asked Alesyor, who sat on the ocean shore watching the sunset. - I don't know. I thought about this day. The day when we could sail away from this island, when we could travel the whole world. And now that day has come. But I feel kind of sad. We lived here for so long, among these trees, meadows and mountains. Among skeletons and zombies. I don't know. I've just gotten too used to it. And also, we will start growing up. We already have. - Yes, I feel my beard growing, - Yuridyor said. - Ha-ha! I wish I had a beard! - Well, so where shall we go? - I don't know, - Alesyor answered with sadness in his voice, casting his gaze somewhere into the distance. - You think it over well for now, and I'll go look for sea charts. I saw them somewhere in grandma's library. If we want to reach the continent, we will need them. And Alesyor... - What? - We can always shove this thing back into his chest, - Yuridyor said with a smile. - I really don't know if it would work. - I don't know either. - Alright, I'm off. After Yuridyor left, Alesyor took the stone out of the bag, turned it in his hands, looked toward the forest, and smiled cunningly.
Clue: Voltaire -> Micromegas -> "The idea for the tale was borrowed by Voltaire from Swift's 'Gulliver's Travels'" -> Gulliver's Travels (animated film) — USA, 1939 (Max Fleischer)
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