Chapter 14 Chapter 5
To be honest, I prefer to drive domestically produced "Uas" and "Niva" cars.Not because of my patriotic zeal, but because the "Toyota" Jeep is not a very popular vehicle in Uzbekistan.If the car is disguised by magic, it is like waving a small flag above the head and shouting: "We are new here! Who will pick us up?" On the contrary, it is suspected of "There is no silver three hundred taels here".
But Alfonky assured us that the roads to where we were going were bad.It just sucks.The only Niva we saw was an accidental discovery near a teahouse, but that old car was in such poor condition that it was almost impossible to ridicule it, and it was pointless.
A "Toyota" is brand new and well equipped, as Asians usually do - if you can afford an expensive car, it has everything in it!Not only must there be a racing muffler, but also a bicycle frame (the bloated owner has never ridden a bicycle since he was a child), a multi-disc CD player, external pedals and so on.In short, all the luxurious decorations that manufacturers can think of must be available, and manufacturers do nothing more than find a name for driving up prices.
The owner of the car seems to be the boss of the local market.He looked like a very ordinary Uzbek Bayi lord, just like the lords depicted in their old animation films and cartoons, this potbellied businessman always had a cigar in his mouth.Perhaps, in an irony of fate, the man who is no longer young knows the image of the rich all from children's cartoons and fashionable European magazines.He was very fat, wearing a small flowered hat embroidered with gold thread, and an expensive coat, but the tight coat accentuated his fat.His tie was expensive, too, and no doubt it had been splattered with greasy food on more than one occasion and honestly put in the washing machine.The leather shoes on the feet were polished, but they looked out of place on the dusty street.On his hand he wore a gold ring set with a large artificial gemstone, which the traders often sarcastically called "the deceitful stone."Only the embroidered cap retained the national character, the rest was entirely European.The mobile phone he holds in his hand is also expensive, but only for rich young fools, not established businessmen.
"Will this car work?" I asked Alfonki.
"Good car." Alfonky replied.
I looked around again and found no other.There are no enemies, no allies, and no ordinary people.This is great.
Walking out of the twilight world, I stared at the owner's cheek.Then touch him lightly with energy.Waiting for him to turn around with a thick eyebrow frowned suspiciously.I cast two spells at him with ingenious names.They are called "Long Days No See" and "Sticks Never Break".
The contemporary Mr. Bayi greeted me with a smile on his face.
The two boys who accompanied him stared at me warily.Maybe they were his bodyguards, maybe his distant relatives, most likely both.In Twilight I accidentally washed off Temur's mask.So a strange Russian approaching their boss with outstretched hands naturally arouses suspicion.
"Ah! Long time no see!" I said loudly. "An old friend of my father's."
Unfortunately he is twenty years older than me.Otherwise you could say we were classmates, or say, "Remember, we were soldiers together, bro!" But referring to "we were soldiers together" often doesn't work these days.If the guy dodged draft with a wad of green bills, he'd be terribly disgusted at remembering your time together.Some people also suffer from neurosis because of it.
"My old friend's son!" the man yelled, opening his arms to me. "Where have you been all these years?"
The key is to give a little hint.Next he would figure everything out himself.
"Me? At my grandmother's in Mariupol!" I said. "Oh, it's great to see you! You've become a big shot."
We hug each other.The man smelled of lamb kebabs and high-end perfume.Just too much perfume.
"Your car is great!" I looked at the Jeep approvingly. "You just want to sell it to me?"
There was a hint of melancholy in the man's eyes, but the incantation "stick and beat" did not allow him a choice.It’s nothing, just let him thank me—Gesar gave me a lot of generous gifts before going on the road, otherwise I would let this person give me a “Toyota” for nothing.
"Yes...that's it..." he said sadly.
"Here!" I opened the bag, took out four wads of dollar bills and handed them to him. "Give me the car keys right now if you can. I'm on my way!"
"This car...more than this price..." the man said sadly.
"But I bought a used car!" I explained. "Right?"
"Yes..." the man reluctantly admitted.
"Uncle Farhat!" a young man shouted in bewilderment.
Farhat gave him a stern look, and the young man fell silent.
"Don't interrupt when the elders are talking, and don't ruin my reputation in front of my old friend's son!" Farhat shouted loudly. "What will my old friend's son think?"
The young people were terrified.Don't dare to say anything anymore.
I took the key from the man and sat in the driver's seat.A unique smell of brand-new leather coverings came to my nostrils, and I looked at the odometer suspiciously.That's right...a used car.But the odometer showed that the car had only run a total of 300 kilometers.
I waved to the three. Although they lost their car, they got $40,000.On my way I said:
"You all come out of the Twilight Realm!"
Alisher and Afonki emerged from the empty seats in the back seat.
"I'll give him some ecstasy soup instead," Alisher said. "In case he regrets it in the future. This man looks inauthentic and mean, but after all..."
"An extra spell is equal to an extra worry." I shook my head and said. "It's all right, I can say we're done with him. He'll figure it out."
"Shall we wait for Edgar?" Alisher asked. "Still go to the Messenger of Light?"
I have made up my mind, so I rejected these two options.
"No, it's not necessary. Go to the mountains immediately. The farther we are from humans, the more at ease we will be."
When it got dark, Alisher took my place at the car.We had driven three hours from Samarkand south to the Afghan border.As dusk began to fall, the poor asphalt road turned into an even worse dirt road.I crawled into the backseat and Alfonki was snoring and sound asleep, so I decided to take a nap too.Before going to bed, I took out some talismans from my bag.
Rookie magicians like to use all kinds of magical staffs, crystal balls and knives.Some were made by themselves, others by more powerful magicians.However, even the inexperienced magician, as long as he puts his heart and soul into making and infusing magical equipment for several days in a row, they can achieve amazing results.The bad thing is that although these magic tools can continue to function and have significant effects, their effects can only last for one night.Two different spells cannot be cast on the same object.A magic wand for throwing flames, even in the hands of less powerful others, does the job well.But if the enemy finds a flaw and wears an amulet to avoid fire, then the magical power of the magic wand to spray flames will also be useless.Because the magic wand does not have the magical power to freeze and freeze objects, nor can it unfreeze and restore them.Once so, you can only use the spare fire, or wield the wand as a club.No wonder less powerful magicians always use wands.This is a weapon that is a mixture of a normal cane and a long staff.These mages interact with humans (weak mages prefer to meddle in human affairs, or have humans meddle in theirs).Truth be told, some magicians are far better at dancing with sticks than at casting spells.I remember once all our inspectors went to the "Pushkin" cinema to attend the premiere of the film "Lord of the Rings".Everything was fine until Gentarif the Lightbringer and Saruman the Darkbringer fought fiercely with the help of wands.After that, the others in the two rows of seats suddenly burst into laughter.Especially those interns, because what they have instilled in their heads all day long is: magicians who count on magic tools are just tricksters, liars without real skills.The power of magic lies in the good use of the twilight world and various spells.
Obviously, however, there are exceptions to every rule.If an experienced magician can predict the future, no matter what method he uses - he can use probability analysis, or rely solely on his own experience, these magic tools are irreplaceable.If your enemy were a shapeshifter who couldn't directly manipulate energy, would you believe he would fight you with nothing but physical strength and speed?A talisman to speed things up, a pendant that functions similarly to a magic shield, a normal wand controlled by spells (most people prefer to cast spells on pencils, wood, and refills - this is the best way to build up energy) enough!It is safe to send a seventh-level magician to hunt down the supreme commander of the shapeshifters.The magic shield can repel the attack, the talisman can greatly speed up the magician, and the magic belt and the speed reducer controlled by magic will make the enemy collapse to the ground and cannot move.Hurry up and arrange a vehicle to transport the injured, they are preparing to appeal to the Inquisition.
The magical equipment in my satchel is much more valuable than the dollar bills lying next to it.Gesar personally prepared these magic weapons... Maybe he didn't build them, but at least he selected them from the special weapons arsenal.Not only are they powerful, but they also have other values that can be exploited.I suddenly remembered an Australian cartoon "Around the World in Eighty Days" I watched as a child.Phileas Fogg, a cold-blooded British gentleman, decided to travel around the world in a then record-breaking forty days.In the film, he is a wise prophet who knows exactly what he needs in the near future.If he had brought wrench, negative mouse book and a bunch of bananas with him in the morning, then at night he must have stuffed the leaks in the hull, put the wrench against the gate, and kept the enemy from breaking in while the monkey took the bananas At that time, he was given a boat ticket in exchange.All in all, it reminds me of a puzzle computer game that asks you to find an unusual use for each item.
The magical equipment given by Gesar can be used according to its own functions, and at the same time they also have unexpected magical power.In any case, these magic tools will have their own use.
Here, Alfonchi is still soundly asleep. I placed twelve objects on the seat between me and him, and examined them carefully.I should have done this earlier, but in order not to arouse Najushka's curiosity, I didn't take them out at home, and I wasn't in the mood to play with these magical machines on the plane, and I didn't have time at all.If there are weapons to deal with monsters in the talisman, it would be too annoying!
Two combat magic sticks that are carried with him, each no longer than ten centimeters.One is made of mahogany and is used to shoot flames.Another was made from walrus teeth and used to make ice.When you can deal with enemies without magic weapons, they appear mediocre, but any situation can happen, and then their effectiveness will be enormous.
These are four silver rings with amulets.A very peculiar combination.Usually as long as the magic shield is continuously replenished with energy, it can resist any foreign invasion.Others seldom need a ring of protection.And this is a series of magical equipment that is resistant to fire, ice, acid, and vacuum.I couldn't even immediately believe what I was seeing through the Twilight.I studied the ring carefully.Exactly as I see it!Under strong pressure, the ring began to take effect and formed a protective ring around its owner, preventing air from escaping.
It's an amazing thing.Of course, there are several combat spells that can suffocate the enemy, one of which is to suffocate the enemy by clearing the air around it.For thousands of years, there have been continuous wars, and what tricks can't be imagined!But no one used these unruly, slow-acting spells in battle.
Next are four bracelets.It's clear what they are for!These are four different mantras: "Drunken Truth", "Last Confession", "Conversation with Heart" and "No Hide".They enable ordinary people or others to tell the truth.All the talismans are ready to go.No Rustam could stand it—he would tell all he knew.It's awesome!
I thought about it, then put the bracelet on my left hand and linked them together with the universal launch spell.If Rustam was stubborn, I had only to say "Tell me the truth" and the aged magician would be blasted with super-powerful energy.He only recruited truthfully.
The remaining two talismans were more miraculous in form and nature, and Gesar had crafted them especially for our mission.One is a mobile phone chip card in a plastic case.It's an ordinary chip card but infused with quite a bit of magic.I've researched for a long time but couldn't figure out anything.So I decided to do an experiment.I pulled out my own card from the phone and put in this magically processed chip.
I just can't figure out what's going on!This is a replica of my SIM card!But what is the purpose?Is it so I don't have to pay to call Moscow?Absurd...
I thought for a moment, then asked Alfonky to dial my number.The strange thing is that the phone actually went through.
The phone rang.Everything works, it is indeed a replica of my phone card, but why put a magic on it... I shrugged resignedly and decided to leave the card in the phone.Maybe it can encrypt calls?But I've never heard of such magic.
The last talisman is a small pebble washed smooth by the sea, with a small hole in it. Its name is "Lucky Star", and it is said that it can bring success to people.A finely woven silver necklace was worn through the small hole in the stone, like a thick twisted rope.
The "lucky stars" themselves certainly did not bring any success, but that did not prevent the children from happily looking for them on the shore, and hanging them by strings through the holes on their chests.But the spell on this stone is too difficult, somewhat similar to the spell "absolute advantage".This is also to be able to talk to Rustam?I thought and thought, and put on the necklace.It won't hurt anyway...
Next it's time to dispense the rings and wands.After thinking about it for a long time, I woke up Afangji and asked him to put on the ring.Afangji praised: "Oh, beautiful!" He put the ring on his left hand, played with it for a while, and went back to sleep.
I gave the magic sticks to Alisher, who silently put them in his shirt breast pocket.The magic wands are there like two strange "Pike" or "Marlboro" pens, their appearance is exquisite and exquisite, and their magic is also deadly.Many more people die with the swipe of the boss's magic pen than with the magic stick of battle.
"I'll sleep for a while," I said to Alisher.
For a while Alisher remained silent.The jeep drove slowly along the stone path into the mountains. On such mountain roads, a two-legged donkey can often run faster than a four-wheeled car.The headlights kept sweeping from right to left, and then from left to right again. For a while, there were steep cliffs ahead, and for a while, there was a deep dark valley with rushing water rushing at the bottom of the valley.
"Go to sleep," Alisher said. "But first look at the future trend. The road condition is bad."
"I don't even dare call it a road," I agreed, and half-closed my eyes to look towards the twilight world.The winding future trend leads to the not-too-distant future.
I don't like this picture.There are too many intermittent routes, and they all lead to the bottom of the valley.
"Alisher, stop the car. You're too tired to walk in the dark. Wait until daylight."
Alisher shook his head stubbornly:
"No. I feel like it can't be delayed any longer."
I feel the same way, so I don't insist anymore.I told him:
"May I drive?"
"I think you're tired too. Anton, cheer me up."
I sigh.I don't like to use magic to drive away drowsiness and fatigue and sharpen my senses.Not because of fear of ill effects, which usually don't happen, just get a good night's sleep and everything will be fine.The bad thing is: you quickly stop trusting the feelings of ordinary people, and you will replenish your energy from time to time, and you will always be in a state of high energy and clockwork, like a psychotic patient in a manic period in a Moscow mental hospital.You'll take care of everything, and you'll be the most popular guest at parties, the fun-seeker, and the gag.But sooner or later you get used to it, and you wish you were more active, sharper, more energetic.You will keep building up energy to stimulate your own nerves.This goes on and on until you don't see that you're expending energy in exchange for a false sense of energy.It's pretty scary trying to get rid of it.
There is no difference between a magic addiction and a drug addiction.The difference is that only others can become addicted to magic...
"Swing me around," Alisher said, pulling the car over.He pulled the handbrake, lowered his head forward, and closed his eyes.
I put one hand on his face and the other on his close-shaven hair, concentrating and imagining the energy flowing through my body and starting to ooze out of my palm and into Alisher's brain, Like a cold fire passing through the nervous system, it sparks with the synapses and cheers up every neuron... There is no need for any spells, and this method depends entirely on energy.The most important thing is to clearly visualize the whole picture of the process.
"All right," Alisher said loudly. "It's nice. Just a little hungry."
"Wait a minute." I leaned over the back seat and reached into the trunk.The hunch was spot on: there were two cases of Coke in plastic bottles and boxes of chocolate bars. "Would you like a Coke?"
"What?" Alisher yelled. "Coke? Yes! Chocolate! God bless America!"
"Just because they invented super-sweet soda and high-calorie chocolate, you're going too far, aren't you?"
Alisher didn't answer, he pressed the button of the player with his finger.After a while, music with a strong sense of rhythm came out of the speakers.
"And rock and roll," Alisher replied calmly.
We eat chocolate with cola.All others are involuntarily lovers of sweets.Alfonky was still snoring, and he stretched out a hand and clicked his mouth.I put a bar of chocolate on his ringed hand, and Alfonky held it, but he didn't seem to wake up, continuing to snore.
"We can get there at three in the morning," Alisher said. "Want to wait until dawn?"
"Night is our time," I said. "We can wake Rustam, that's all right. He's not tired anyway."
"It's weird," Alisher said. "Unbelievable. Did he live a hermit life in a cave?"
"Not necessarily..." I thought for a while and said. "He might be herding sheep, he might be running a bee farm in the mountains, or he might be running a weather station."
"Maybe it's an observatory, observing the stars in the sky... What strange ring did you wear on Alfonki?"
"You mean the one with the ruby? That's for vacuum protection."
"It's so fresh." Alisher took a sip of Coke. "I don't remember the Other dying in a vacuum."
"I remember."
Alisher was silent for a while, then nodded and said:
"Sorry. I didn't remember. Are you still upset?"
"We're friends...almost. As Lightbringers and Darkbringers, we're friends that way."
"Not just a dark emissary. Kostya is a vampire."
"He hasn't killed anyone," I replied. "It wasn't his fault he wasn't human. It was Gennady who turned him into a vampire."
"Who is Gennady?"
"It's his biological father."
"What a brute," said Alisher angrily.
"Don't blame him. The kid was in the hospital before he was a year old. Two lobes were inflamed, he was allergic to antibiotics... Anyway, his parents were told at the time that the kid couldn't be saved. You know, there are always some nasty things Doctors, they are not even qualified to be veterinarians, cattle will suffer...'Your children will not live, prepare for the funeral, you are still young, have another one...' Of course they failed. Kostya can only be a root Nady's only child. It is one of nature's strange jokes that vampires are fertile for a long time after they are adults. But they can only have one child. After that, vampires are forever sterile."
"Yes, I've heard of it." Alisher nodded.
"So Gennady talked to his wife... His wife is an ordinary person and knows that her husband is a vampire... There is such a family. Gennady has never killed anyone. He is a law-abiding vampire. His wife Love one's own husband... In short, Gennady bit his wife and stimulated her. They agreed that the mother would stimulate the son. But she was still in the process of mutation, but the son was on the verge of death. So Gennady sent the son to the Bite. Kostya recovered. In fact he was dead—he died as a normal person. But pneumonia was cured. The doctor bragged about her rejuvenation and saved Kostya. Gennady later admitted , when the doctor hinted that he should show her superb medical skills, he almost bit her neck."
Alisher was silent for a moment.Then say:
"It's all the same anyway. They're vampires. It's better if the baby is dead."
"The child is indeed dead," I said.I suddenly feel disgusted with this topic.I just want to explain that Kostya is an ordinary kid who just has to drink embalmed blood once a week.He likes to play football, read fairy tales and science fiction, and he is determined to apply for the Department of Biology, hoping to study the spiritual essence of vampire thinking and teach them not to rely on human blood to survive.
But Alisher would not understand my intentions.He's a real patrolman.He is a veritable messenger of light.And I was trying to understand the Darkbringer.Even vampires.Try to understand and forgive them, maybe just understand, maybe just forgive.Forgive - it's not easy.Forgive - sometimes the hardest thing in the world.
The phone in my pocket rang.I pick up the phone.what!Another gray light signal.
"Hello, Edgar," I said.
Edgar hesitated for a moment, then asked:
"Can your phone determine my number?"
"No, I guess."
"Your mana is extraordinary," Edgar said in a strange tone. "Anton, I've been in Samarkand for an hour. Where are you?"
"Who are you referring to?"
"You, Alisher, and Alfonki." The Inquisitor obviously didn't waste this hour. "What have you all done..."
"Us?" I asked angrily.
"Well, not you," Edgar understood. "But you're right. Why grab the marketing manager's car?"
"It's not robbing, it's buying. It's based on the terms that vehicles can be confiscated in emergency situations. Do I need to read the relevant chapters to you?"
"Anton, Anton, don't worry," Edgar said very quickly. "No one accuses you. But the situation is indeed not optimistic. In order to paralyze the enemy, we must declare that a group of terrorists have been eliminated. You know, we don't want to graft the omissions in our work onto humans, saying that they are human offense."
"Edgar, I see what you mean," I said. "But what does it matter to us? I need to speak privately with someone who doesn't serve on the Patrol. I'm here in an unofficial capacity, and I have the right to go anywhere in the country."
"Due to the urgency of the situation, you must be approved by the government agency and go under the supervision of colleagues from the inspection team." Edgar corrected me.
"So Alfonky is with us."
Edgar sighed.I feel like someone has said something behind his back.
"Okay, Anton. Settle your private affairs... This matter will have to be dealt with by the Inquisition in the future. Just don't walk on the mountain road at night, and be careful not to fall off the cliff."
To be honest, his concern even touched me.
"Don't worry," I said. "We'll rest until morning."
"Okay, Anton." Edgar was silent for a moment, and then muttered unnaturally: "Anyway, it's a pleasure talking to you..."
I put the phone away and said to Alisher:
"This Edgar is too strange. He used to be a strange messenger of darkness. After becoming an Inquisitor, he completely changed."
"I think you will become an Inquisitor sooner or later." Alisher said casually.
After listening to his words, I thought for a while, shook my head and said:
"No, it won't. My wife and daughter are high magicians of the Light Force. A guy like me can't be an Inquisitor."
At this time, the mountain shook.It was not very strong at first, as if testing the strength of the cliff.After a while, the shaking became more and more intense.
"Earthquake!" Afangji woke up in an instant and shouted loudly. "Get out of the car quickly."
Yes, he can be very serious if he wants to.We hopped out of the jeep and walked a little up the trail, all in shock.The cliff is trembling.Some small stones rustled down from a height.Alisher and I agreed to build a protective shield for everyone.Alfonky didn't want to owe us a favor—he put his palms up above his eyes, ready to watch the night carefully for unknown dangers.
Alfonky did see danger.
"Look there!" he exclaimed, stretching out his hands and jumping up on the spot. "Look there, there!"
We turned around and continued to hold the shield above our heads as rocks slid down from the shield with a roar.We follow Alfonki's gaze and look around.At the moment we're both enhanced with night vision (Alisher doesn't need it after being prodded by me).
We saw an adjacent mountain reduced to ashes in an instant.
A powerful impact appears to be taking place on the inside of the hill.The mountain trembled violently, countless gravels poured down like waterfalls, large rocks roared and collapsed, and centuries-old trees fell into the abyss in pieces, soon filling the deep canyon.In just a few minutes, the thousand-meter-high mountain becomes a plateau of gravel and wood chips.
Then it occurred to me that I should look at the mountains through the twilight world.
I found a cyclone hovering over this upheaval zone.
Maybe it was a black cyclone that suddenly appeared in the local area, or maybe a special spell caused the earthquake.I have no idea.But I firmly believe that magic caused the disaster.
"Missed us," Alisher said. "Anton... have you talked to Edgar?"
"yes."
"I believe the Inquisition didn't ask you to do anything?"
I got a lump in my throat.The demands of the Inquisition are often very sad.It's not going to be a good thing.
"The Inquisition better not miss..." I started and stopped.I took out my phone and looked at it through the twilight world.
Blue flames danced in chips of plastic, metal, and silicon.This is a typical feature when talismans cast spells.
"I guess I know what's going on," I said before dialing. "It appears that the Inquisition had nothing to do with this matter."
"Hi, Anton." Gesar replied.It didn't seem like I woke him up.Although...it's still night in Moscow.
"Gesar, I need to speak to a magistrate in charge of European affairs. Now."
"Do you need someone in charge?" Gesar hoped to get clear information.
"Of course not for the assistants of the night shift."
"Wait a moment," Gesar said calmly. "hold the phone."
Waited about three minutes.All the while we watched the cyclone subside.The sight was indeed marvelous.In order to cause this earthquake, that ancient and powerful talisman consumed a huge amount of energy.This talisman is very similar to those in the special armory of the Inquisition.
"I'm Eric," said a calm, strong voice through the receiver. "Please speak, Messenger of Light."
"Mr. Erik." I did not further determine his position with the Inquisition.They are very reluctant to disclose their job ranks. "I'm near the city of Samarkand in Uzbekistan. We have an emergency here. Did the Inquisition send its own staff, Edgar?"
"Edgar?" Eric asked thoughtfully. "Which Edgar?"
"Honestly, I never knew his last name," I admit. "He used to be an employee of the Moscow Watchmen Patrol. He went to the Inquisition after Igor Tepelov's Prague case..."
"Yes, yes," Eric remembered. "It's Edgar. That's right. We didn't send him to Samarkand."
"Then who did you send?"
"I don't know if you understand the situation, Anton," Eric said, making no secret of his sarcasm. "But European affairs are managed by the European division of the Inquisition. Russian affairs are also managed by the European division due to the duality of Russia's geography. We have no energy and no desire to control events in Asia. Uzbekistan is an Asian country. You should talk to Contact the Asian Division of the Inquisition. This division is currently based in Beijing. Do you need a phone number?"
"No thanks," I said. "Where is Edgar now?"
"On vacation. Already..." Then there was a brief pause, "It's been a month. Anything else?"
"A little suggestion," I couldn't help but say. "Look up where Magistrate Edgar was during the incident in Edinburgh that you are familiar with."
"Wait a minute, Anton!" Eric exasperated. "You want to say..."
"I'm done." I muttered into the microphone.
Gesar listened to our conversation from beginning to end.At this point he immediately cut off Eric's phone and said to me:
"Congratulations, Anton. We found one of the three. You did."
"Thanks for the phone chip," I said. "If it hadn't misplaced me, I'd be dead."
"Its main function is actually to make your voice more convincing when you're talking to someone," Gesar said. "Distorting bearings is an added feature of it, and I can't live without it. Well, get on with the work! We'll deal with Edgar immediately."
I looked at the microphone thoughtfully.Then hung up the phone and put the phone in his pocket.As for the chip making the sound more convincing, is Gesar's joke or the truth?
"Edgar," said Alisher with satisfaction. "Edgar after all! I knew I couldn't trust the Dark Messenger. Neither could the magistrate."
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