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- Yes, alright... Here are three silvers... - he gave three silvers and went to his room... Arriving in his room, he closed the curtains... snapped his fingers and, for a while, went to Shio... There, a small Imp appeared before me with a small vial, in which a beautiful fire spell swirled...
*whispering* - Brother, you go ahead, go to the hall and put on a <>...
Immediately, I found myself back in my room, and noise could be heard in the hall...
P.S. The spell is an explosion.
*whispering* - Brother, you go ahead, go to the hall and put on a <>...
Immediately, I found myself back in my room, and noise could be heard in the hall...
P.S. The spell is an explosion.
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...