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Looks speak louder than words, but looks alone were not enough for him.

- Down with the Emperor! Down with his puppet Parliament and his stupid dogs he set against you! Down with slave existence! Down with Messiah! If you support me, then, I swear, no one will ever dare to look askance at you, and your pockets will never be empty! Support me, and from the bottom of the world you will rise to its top! Down with the Emperor!

- Down with! - He was supported by several voices.

Luckily for me, the bosses of the Night Folk were not the ones who could simply succumb to the charms of a skilled orator. They were not the ones who yelled "down" when they were required to, so the support turned out to be scanty.

“Go against the Emperor,” Duts Tadpole grunted, “but he’s in a quarrel with his head!” Personally, I went from here, open the doors!

“I don’t remember if I said,” the mask wearer turned to Duts, “but the conditions that I set are as follows: either with me or not at all. If you haven't fi
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