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«Therefore, someone can help you to navigate faster. Such a person instead of looking for somewhere far from his enemy would cut off and brought your head to the meeting, would demonstrate a trophy as proof that he is worthy to be your successor. You wanted to identify such a person, and you gave a task with a special purpose. Before the meeting, such a person came to kill you, because it would consider you to be your main obstacle, that is, the enemy. Other heads he would not seek.

«I’m sorry, but under suspicion you are now. With your unsuccessful joke,» he nodded on a box with a trophy more like a white fragment. In essence, only a fragment is and was. Where is the sculpture? Already buried in the grave with the mark «Predecessor Mario»? Or is it waiting for hours at the door like a ghost to enter and kill? What thought? Blaises thought was even more mystical.

«This is not a joke,» she did not even flinch in response to charges. «This is, in fact, the head of the one I hate the most. He destroyed my life.»