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The boy did not answer. Mario had to shake him with all his might several times.

«They promised that I will see,» he was uncertain.

Yes, he is not only blind, but also a crazy. Mario wanted to cut him in order to quit at least on someone his bad mood, but some sounds came out from the crypt. It looks like a rustle of the set of wings.

Interestingly, at least someone is in the crypt? But Carlos has just left the crypt after a thorough search, reported that there is emptiness.

«No one, and no traces of what someone has recently had there,» he said.

«You will stay on duty at the entrance, keep the boy all night so that he does not lead here until the morning someone else who hurts us. And this item…» Mario pointed to a closed box with a marble head. «Do not descend your eyes off it! Is it clear?»

The door of the crypt, it was enchanted. It seems to entrance to paradise or hell. Or in purgatory. Symbols of wings, claws, pentagrams and some ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs intertwined throughout the length of doors and walls. The only thing that was not in a difficult painting is crosses and an image of the Christian saints. But the dacies of the silhouettes of the pagan gods met everywhere. As a crypt looks like the design of that box, which brought him Blaise.