I am a beggar count. Poorest possible. How did this happen? This is the kind of family I fell into. But these are little things? A smart person will always find where to improve his well-being! However, this would be tolerable, but unknown killers are constantly trying to finish me off, and it is unclear why. But all this does not matter, I have magic, the “wrong side”, youth, gorgeous girls and fun. And even a personal god, and he has a granddaughter! Someone would restore the race, bend the world and so on, but not me. Although...