Having stopped about ten meters from us, the goblins fell to their knees and began to bow earnestly. Only three mummers in strange costumes remained on their feet. Taking out a huge stick from behind their backs, they chained the central goblin to it and, picking it up by the shoulders, carried it to us. - Do you understand what is happening? - Of course, several goblins are sacrificed to me every day. Nothing unusual. — I could have told you this before. — Actually, it was sarcasm. How could anyone even believe this?—You have a personal man-eating flower, the ability to create food practically out of thin air, and recently you brought an entire goblin to camp right in your inventory. Do you think the sacrifices will stand out much from the general background? “There was nothing to cover it with.” And she still didn’t know about the resurrection from the dead.

p. With. Everything that is bright and good that this world is filled with will be trampled underfoot by a roller coaster of cruelty and violence, and if it seems to you that everything is going as well as possible for the hero, then know that this is just a prelude...