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The Melchorian spread his hands. — I'm already starting to regret pulling the dagger out of your belly, but as you wish, go. We'll see each other next time at the Tristran tavern.
—Ha-ha-ha, you're funny! Well, goodbye, don't be bored! — Adilika said goodbye and, staggering, headed away.
Honestly, all of them... Well, except for the ones that are already revealed. Otherwise, I have no idea which faction these temples belong to, based on their names. Zettsumei seems to be the only one I recognize...
I completely forgot about this post. - Nope. - Aurd replied. - What does it matter, yes or no. - Rio got even more angry. - It won't help us anyway! It only causes harm.
- Let's do this: we'll give him one last chance. If he doesn't lead us out before the second-to-last torch burns out (well, it's a dungeon, they probably use torches, or something else), then I will personally cut off his head.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
I'm not sure about that... Well, be careful. I mean, help is help, but if something seems really awful or suspiciously fanatical, don't go. Maybe you shouldn't go to the dungeon (or just take a quick peek ;)). I also have doubts about Zetsumei.
Rum Kon was quite skilled in writing, so composing a text and making a few changes was not difficult.
Recently, I watched a tournament match, and I had bet a certain amount on one of the participants. At that time, a certain gentleman approached me. In the ensuing polite conversation, he found out that I had bet on one of the participants, and he may have even noticed my joy at my victory. He introduced himself with a name that sounded very much like a fictional one - Druagruon Chestfalsky. It would have been impolite to mention this, so I didn't ask an awkward question. So, he suggested taking a walk around the area to strengthen our friendship. He looked quite respectable and said that he was a member of the Academy of the Kingdom. As a foreigner, I didn't want to spoil my relationship with a possible future colleague; on the contrary, I wanted to befriend him. So, when we found ourselves in a secluded place, he used a very, very dark magic on me - mind control. Since I am also a mage, I managed to avoid losing control of myself. You understand how powerful the mind control spell is? Absolute control over a person's actions. At the very least, he could have robbed me, because he knew that I had won a certain amount at the tournament, although he didn't know how much. But I fear his plans were much more insidious. I cast the strongest spell I knew, summoning a tsunami wave, but it didn't stop the villain. I feared being pursued. I had to resort to the magic that I know much worse. Unfortunately, I overdid it. I didn't want to kill him, only to freeze him so that I could escape and tell the city guard about the attack. Can you imagine what horror could have happened if I had unleashed a tsunami in the center of the city? And, being under his control, I could have easily done that. The fear not only for myself but also for others who might suffer from my actions gave me unprecedented strength. Duke Rumke.
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