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"What does that mean, charm?!" - the officer shouted, trying to block the screams of the indignant crowd.

“It’s just that sometimes people need a little help to be human.

But no one heard him. The guard held back the indignant, flying from everywhere, but rotten vegetables and insulting words did not reach; the irritated city fathers hurriedly retreated, accompanied by guards - they, too, could have been punished for a disrupted performance, although they were not to blame for anything. Tobius, on the other hand, looked around carefully and thought - people deliberately save rotten meat until better times, so that later they can throw it at someone, or some quick-witted hawkers go through the crowd and sell spoiled food for everyone, before some drunkard is wrapped in pads and it will be possible to use the sufferer's face as a target?

The magician struck the ground with his staff, and his voice sounded like thunder, reaching the ears of all those gathered:

It was my prisoner! I fough