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Sorry, nervous. But specifically for this blue-eyed bastard, I have a counter from the last character. We exhale smoothly, relax our hands reaching for the weapon and pretend that nothing is happening.

“And who told you that you are a saint, cudgel?” With ecstatic horror I heard my own voice. - Isn't it your dead god?

“What am I doing?!” His mind wavered. “He’s going to chop me up for a salad and he’ll be completely right!”

No, I understood the logic of Mekon's behavior. We have already encountered the paladins of Khaang - all touchy, like small children. More importantly, constantly training their abilities along with sword fighting, clubs and who knows what else, they primarily react by being able to reach the enemy from afar. Should, anyway.

And if now the paladin's eyes light up, then that cloud that is eager for Palov's flesh will immediately appear in his soul and dine with him. Problem solved, account closed.

But Master Rick was not easy.

- Wow. He remarked as he thoughtfully d
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