croak!

A hoarse and harsh voice interrupted the conversation between the two wizards.

A crow emerged from the shadow of Professor Montelia's robe, flapped its wings, bounced around, got on the coffee table, and poked its head to peck at the orange-honey liquid in the glass.

The wandering wizard nodded at the crow friendly.

Then he looked at Professor Montelia again, and continued the previous conversation: "Mercy? There is no kindness in the black prison... the greater danger

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