Mr. Maricana, Master Calcirasto is still concerned today. How envious, no, jealous. How do we get rid of this gelassie? How shall we clear up the remorse of this accumulation?

I cover the pistol and leave it to Marikana, who wanders around to sew the utensils. It may hurt a little, but it's okay. I'm not going to kill you. I stand up and walk over to Mr. Marikana. In one shot. She's doing her gaze on the appliance. The spacious interior is filled with passages.

If it's this distance, I can't take it off. Give it to me.

"Maricana, dangerous"

"To"

This me, Maelia, started the ball. But Master Calcirast covered Mr. Maricana, covered him, and turned this one to his back. The sphere hit Master Calcirust.