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“…demonic spawn from the Darkness. The gas retains its properties for only about ten to fifteen seconds when in contact with oxygen, and then disintegrates.

- You're not dumb.

“Amazing insight for the chief counterintelligence officer of this vast country,” Zinkara chuckled.

– Magic?

- Alchemy! When will you fools realize that alchemy can open as many roads as magic, if not more!

The Maldese opened his mouth wide, showing me something black, shiny, like a vile, swollen leech, clinging to the human oral cavity. It took me a few seconds to recognize this language.

“Living alchemical matter?”

“Bravo, Thane el'Moria!

I was whipped by the whip of his contempt. Gross feeling.

Behind me, there was a creak of rusty hinges, and I felt something huge penetrate the stone room. I smelled the smell of wine and onions, and then the carcass of Makhtar Ali, wrapped in the dimensionless tunic of a Tartsar infantry officer, heavily invaded my field of vision. He leaned over to Zinkar's ear and spoke qu
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