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Nearby, spellbound reading a cascade of system messages, stood Kapustnitsa Sadovaya. The weed continued to crawl out of the ground, and Druid did not dare to even touch it - with such a difference in levels, the plant would have knocked her down in one prick, and the pruner could not even scratch the skin of the flexible vine. However, Jealous Ivy was in no hurry to pounce on the Tree - it rolled into the bay around him, like a cobra that is twisting before a throw. I reached out, stroked the trunk of the World Tree, and summoned the Water Spirit, who watered the ground around. Ivy, as promised in the description, did not even flinch, correctly mistaking me for a benefactor.

“Damn me,” muttered the Silkworm in dismay, with whom Kapuska enthusiastically shared her new stats. - You have to be so rude.

What else would you know, brother, what it means to really fuck up! Flute winked at me on hearing this word, and I gave her a carnivorous look. Maybe it's not me who screwed up. More preci
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