From everything it turned out that the two-faced thane did not want to miss the opportunity and raised my dead body to the banner of the fight against the so-called disease that corrodes Mescia from the inside. My spies have reported to me that el'Zornaza attended the funeral and personally offered his condolences to the old cobra."Brian el'Moria, son of the Southern Clan, Supreme Interrogator of the Night Watch, Lord Keeper of the Night of the Great Mesk Empire, rests on a stone bed today! Having passed the path of life in battles, he will be sung in great honor and great glory! And the empire mourns him!” - these words sounded over a stone slab with a body wrapped in a silvery cloth, which everyone considered mine. The slab was immersed in the ground and covered with earth according to the custom of the Mesk tenkris. None of the relatives, of course, hinted at plunging the body into the cold darkness of the family crypt. Then el'Zornaza said a few words about how he would find and

Are you ready, Sebastina?Always, master.- Let's go.Hooded low, limping and leaning on a cane, I stepped out into a filthy patio and walked through the narrow streets of Little Zankog, hung with red paishoan lanterns hanging from the arched corners of pagoda roofs. Unlike most other areas of Starkrar, life in Little Zankog never stops at night. Noisy short people with a characteristic crease above the upper eyelid walk everywhere, bargaining loudly and tastefully.We walked to the canal. Arrived ahead of schedule, so I took the liberty of sitting in the noodle shop. I involuntarily remembered the explosion that had deprived me of my legs for a while. Silly, of course, but it seemed to me that after the next portion of noodles, something equally painful and unpleasant would await me again. It's not that stupid though.- It's time.We headed towards the warehouses, but suddenly I felt a prick of something unusual, something ... It was as if I had swallowed a small sea urchin, and it b

- And I would give to hear the old man.- Do you have enough information?- Few.“You found Lady Atran's pendants in a locked room with three hundred invited guests without a full search in three minutes.“Don’t confuse that stupidity with a matter of national importance. Lady Atran's companion dabbled in laughing stones, dabbled tightly, as evidenced by the blue spots under his eyes, which he tried to hide with makeup. Minor shaking of the hands and dehydration indicated that he was starting to break down. Do you remember what he asked the footman when they brought him a sparkling wine?- Water.- Exactly. No wine will quench your thirst like pure cold water. And this guy liked alcohol. In the end, his emotional background betrayed him."Hmm, I wonder where he is now?"- This thief? Hammers a stone in hard labor. Or suffocated.– No, our mask lover, from whom you hid in the afterlife! Do you think he now knows you're alive?“If he really has such power over the Zheshzuls, as they sai

- Bree, I certainly understand that you love to listen to your voice ... in the sense that you see something that we do not see, but you know what they call those who see what others do not see?“Genius, I guess.- And so too.“Come to think of it, the Maldese have a Sankarishma, a god that is kind but strict. He does not coddle his children, he punishes the disobedient without pity and mercy, a god with an outstretched hand, a god who seeks. On the other side, there is Kalvishshiani, an evil god who goes by the name of the Child Eater. He has twelve avatars, human forms, in which he walks the world, sowing evil. The Tales of the Voices of Discord says that when Kalvishshiani almost started a worldwide war by walking among people in twelve disguises and quarreling them, Sankarishma bound him with golden chains and allowed him to be in only one avatar at a time. And it so happened that Kalvishshiani could appear to people in the form of only one person, but at the same time he was forc

Looks speak louder than words, but looks alone were not enough for him.- Down with the Emperor! Down with his puppet Parliament and his stupid dogs he set against you! Down with slave existence! Down with Messiah! If you support me, then, I swear, no one will ever dare to look askance at you, and your pockets will never be empty! Support me, and from the bottom of the world you will rise to its top! Down with the Emperor!- Down with! - He was supported by several voices.Luckily for me, the bosses of the Night Folk were not the ones who could simply succumb to the charms of a skilled orator. They were not the ones who yelled "down" when they were required to, so the support turned out to be scanty.“Go against the Emperor,” Duts Tadpole grunted, “but he’s in a quarrel with his head!” Personally, I went from here, open the doors!“I don’t remember if I said,” the mask wearer turned to Duts, “but the conditions that I set are as follows: either with me or not at all. If you haven't fi