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I told him so: "You're crazy." He spoke directly, without concealment and doubt. Said when he clarified a new detail of the plan.

In his opinion, I should deal with the scarecrows myself.

"Yes, I'm crazy," Jerome admitted calmly, closing his eyes. Because I'm a Demon. We have always been a minority. If you can't fight three people... you won't live long. Learn from your youth.

- My combat skill is on cooldown! - My indignation knew no bounds. "And I haven't really eaten since I came into this world!"

- Oh, the devil, how gentle we are. And when the monsters corner you, will you cry too? - the bartender twisted his face and in a high, teasing voice portrayed: - Please don't tear me to pieces, I haven't eaten and all my skills are on the rollback! Ay, do not touch your hand, but not the right one, I masturbate to her thoughts about my beloved!

"Shut up," I muttered.

- Dude, no offense. But if you don't whip a couple of scarecrows, I'll be disappointed.

- How? The fact that I'm really su
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