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All the young men who participated in the illegal fighting were taken to a cell. None of them spoke. They were all silent. No one tried to say anything.

As if they were waiting for someone to take them out. Paul was leaning against the grille of his cell. He was a little upset, only calmed down when one of the people tried to talk to him.

"Don't panic. They usually let us out the next day. We just have to pay a million coins and that's it."

Poor Paul didn't like what happened very much. He got even more annoyed and wanted to run away from the place. He avoided looking at the other young men. Until another one of them approached and spoke to him.

"Ah... It's you."

The black-haired boy looked him straight in the face and recognized him.

"You're one of the ones I saw that day."

"Yes, sometimes we do this. It's part of some kind of mission to test our physical abilities and magic"

"What do you gain by doing this?"

"Nothing, we just want to distract ourselves a little. We can't do missions
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