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"You're persecuting me," said a silent man standing next to Nemka.

- Don't drive! - the blond, ignoring the weapon in my hands, turned to his comrades. - Exactly Dehra!

- With your permission, - I coughed, - are we fighting or what? My name is Lis.

- Fox? .. - the blond turned to me. Narrowed his eyes. No, you are Dehra. Don't fool my head. I heard about you. Yes, everyone has heard of you!

This bastard cut my stomach! Nemka complained. - Let's cut him to death!

- Kill Dehra? - the fourth viciously poked the fat man on the shoulder. “Maybe we can chop off the hell for you?” It's a Hero! What's the point of cutting him off?

- What's happening? - I asked in bewilderment, slightly lowering the weapon. - What would you like? And who are you anyway? Heroes?

"No, not Heroes," the blond waved him off. - I'm Nick. These are my friends.

- What makes you think I'm Dehra? - cautiously specified.

- Yes, because! A lot of people know about you. You have the Demon Guild. The Outcasts are accepted t
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