The royal mage Allwunar sat in his comfortable soft fur-lined armchair and enjoyed aloud the critique of the absurd reportage from the Water Temple . "He hits with his head, then with a fin," said the mage mockingly. "Evil, he has hit and threw off from the balcony..." Allwunar laughed loudly to the little tears in his eyes. "Let us suppose..." said he his thoughts aloud and caught his breath of laughter.” What’s next? Absolute and wild Evil of the Evil Mountains can be won by stroking and slapping the face?" asked he. "That’s nonsense! Stupidity! Wildness!" answered the mage to himself. "Is it a contradiction?" "Yes, it is. I need to understand..." Allwunar got up in deep thought from his warm and comfortable armchair. At the same time, the mage took an old book from the table and began to study carefully its contents. At that moment, the mage's legs seemed to live on their own life. It seemed
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