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Mario still tried to maintain composure, even though a gift in the box shocked him. From the marble head, lying there, such a coldness came as if it was removed from the monument in the cemetery. Only the grave land in the box was lacked for completeness of the picture.

«You did not appear on the general meeting,» he said without reproach, only voiced the fact. Blaise was impossible never and nothing to reproach, because in front of her he wanted to bow down, as before any ancient deity or a royal princess. He was the ieader here, but he did not leave the feeling that they all still exist only because the Blaise allows it them. It is worth it only to want, and some demonic strength that woken in it will help her to give them all as insects. Yes, their organization balances on the verge of eternal risk; On the one hand, the law, on the other clan of rivals, and even rivals inside. By the way, the rivals inside are the most and worth worrying. They are near, so they are the most dangerous. It was because of them that he arranged a competion, for which everyone should bring the most valuable thing, which can only get the head of his sworn enemy.