Kapitel 1002: Spectacle
Tycondrius took a deep breath before sighing and shaking his head.
A few suns prior, he had committed several counts of callous manslaughter, bordering on genocide. At the time, he had done so for the sake of efficiency.
He had even enjoyed parts of it.
But... he was beginning to regret the consequences of doing so.
It was a surprising predicament, though.
Usually, violence solved his problems, not created more...
"(Ask your questions, Ivory Prince,)" Ananta waved.
Tycon wondered if he was perhaps overthinking the situation.
"Ghost," he addressed the apparition.
"My name is GENERAL Willaburr JONES... the thirrrrrd!!" said the ghost.
"Ghost, how do I gain access to the leyline beneath City-State Making?"
"There's a secret entrance in a mausoleum in the western district," the ghost replied. "Turn the adjacent torch to gain access, but you'll NEVER FIND IT!!"
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
CouchSurfingDragon
CouchSurfingDragon “One does not *simply* walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs... There is evil there that does not sleep. The GREAT eye is ever watchful! It is a barren wasteland, riddled with *fire,* ash, and dust! The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume... Not with ten. thousand. men. could you do this. It is folly.” -A quote from a certain popular movie.
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