As night came, the King's Hand quickly fired an arrow straight in the chest of Игорь ван де Бюз, which is critical for the peaceful city - they now have no King. However, the King had enough time to see a Lord's face. Meanwhile, the Clown woke up a certain someone and showed him a rabbit from his hat. The doctor was calmly sleeping in his chambers, and on the other wing of the castle, a single ghost lied on a bed, hopeless to fall asleep, yet not taking any other action.
The city has lost its King. Good morning!
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