Читать книгу The Seventh Angel. Crypt of the Seven Angels онлайн

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«Only in the Middle Ages believed that dead bodies are bleeding, barely the murderer entered the court, and the chopped heads reveal the lips to call the name of their murderer or tell some secrets.»

«I have a somewhat different experience in this business,» she sharply clicked with a butt of some weapon, which managed to carry past protection posts. The shot was muffled, and some disgusting look, the gray animal was already pierced on the floor in a puddle of its own blood. Well well! Blaise managed to shoot the rat, which he did not even notice. It is necessary to finish those who traveled rodents here. Their packets with poison did not help, and the girl coped with one sight. It is only strange that his bodyguards did not come running on the roar of the shot. And even more suspicious that Blaise did not bother to apply the muffler. Apparently, she considered herself here the second leader, and worse what his people began to consider the same.

«You probably guessed what kind of purpose I am pursuing, ordering you such trophies. You are smart. I would never have thought that I would say such a woman, but you are extremely smart. Much smarter than all my male relatives, already pretending how to share my power. Although I’m not going to die yet.