The old man, in the twilight, diffused by a magic lamp, slid his crooked finger along the spines of the books and quietly muttered, “Oh, how, I remember, I remember.” Those were difficult times for our kingdom. Nightmares plagued everyone, young and old. It could only be that some kind of alien curse was sent to the country. But they couldn’t do anything with it, because its nature was unknown. I only know that the queen sent her first adviser - well, the one who stood out from the simple mercenaries - throughout the kingdom in search of who knows what, which will help deal with the evil spirit. And there, besides the curse, a considerable misfortune was brewing: the enemy army appeared at the gates with black flags, when no one was expecting it. Oh, somewhere here there was a chronicle of those times, now, now. Ah, here is this tome! Well, here you go. Handle the book carefully!