Chapter 3: The End?

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  The flood of important and dangerous information knocks you off your feet. Can you handle it?

A deadly cold enveloped you from head to toe, but you kept walking.

- * What the hell, it was necessary to come here right now?!*.

- Don't grumble. The stranger replied irritably.

- Can you stop reading my mind?!

- It's impossible, they're so loud that it's hard not to hear them.

- Rgh...

- Don't growl.

- And I will.

- Cc...child.

- I know.

In spite of evil, you started to smile at him.

- Is it nervous?

- What exactly?

- Your smile. Don't try to smile, your whole face is distorted.

The stranger points his finger at his face.

- * What should I hit you with?*

- Preferably nothing. I will answer in the same way.

- * Aa..infuriates.*

- I agree. Don't get on my nerves.

- What?! Yes, next to you it is impossible to think at all.

"Can you do that?"

- * AAAAA!*

- Calm down.

You continued walking through the wet and cold cave.

Footsteps sounded from behind.

"Did you hear that?"

- Eh?

Before you could turn around, you fell on a cold stone.

.....

He took a deep breath.

- Just be careful with this information, don't spread it.

- OK.

"That guard wasn't exactly a firebender. He was something like a half-breed.

- That is?

- That is, he was the son born of a magician and a man.

- Is that possible?

- It turns out - yes. My partner is an example of that.

- And how did you find out from him?

- At first I guessed, then he told me himself. I was very surprised then, because half-breeds are rare.

You sat in a thoughtful state for two minutes.

- Okay, well, it's time for me to be on duty. Good luck. When you go to bed, close the door properly.

- OK.

He's gone.

- So, at least the house is completely at my disposal, as Grandpa said. Damn, I didn't even ask his name! What a fool!

You scolded yourself for a while and went to bed.

.....

The bedroom was the same as the rest of the house. Paintings. Lots of pictures.

- Thank God there are no portraits here - it would be scary to sleep.

As soon as your head touched the pillow, you fell asleep.

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