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They were rich, I must say, exceedingly. Twelve courses - soup, fish, roast, lobster, game, oysters, pig on a spit, whole roast goose, more soup, vegetable stew, veal chops and fried prawns. With the love of a mother who finally managed to persuade her beloved child to eat, Elizabeth watched as I, having stuffed a mouthful of bread, diligently beat the plate with a spoon, pouring the second soup of the evening into my mouth with the speed of a good soldier.

“Sometimes I remember our simple country dinners…” she said with a smile, and Trisha patted my right hand.

To finish quickly, I poured the rest of the soup into my mouth straight from the plate, because my upbringing did not allow me to answer her with my mouth full. After swallowing the whole lump, I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

“I really miss those days,” I replied. - I ran through the forests, helped people, fought evil spirits ...

“Now what are you doing?” Priestess asked.

“And now I have a clan, a castle economy, a regiment o
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