"Mahalla," Zorian intoned, the spell extending around him, scanning the books on the surrounding shelves for any mention of the word, and I poured more mana into the spell to expand it. radius. His efforts to overcharge the spell nearly disintegrated it, forcing him to spend a few seconds stabilizing the spell's boundaries, but eventually the mana flow suddenly returned to its correct location and seven golden threads flickered into existence, seemingly growing from his chest. , connecting him to the various books in this particular area of the library.
Zorian smiled. This spell was taught to him by Ibery to find books containing specific words or strings of characters. A somewhat weak spell will fail if there are more than a certain number of head-to-head matches - the exact number depends on the skill of the caster.
Exotic term, he wasn't kidding - there were no books specifically on the Maharaja language, and he found only 13 books that contained the word, and most consisted of just a throwaway comment or two. There was nothing he could do.
He glanced down at the threads growing from his chest and ran his hands through them, watching as it passed through them ineffectively. He never gets tired of doing it. Well, he probably will by then, but the novelty hasn't worn off yet. These threads are just an illusion, existing only in the depths of his own mind. Every divination spell requires a medium to provide information to the caster, since the human mind cannot process the raw output of a divination spell, which is pretty advanced, ha.
He followed a golden thread and found a huge book about the history of Miasina, which was four hundred pages long. He read the small part that really interested him, and he cast another Divination items. The book highlights the selected word (in this case "Maja
a"), so he simply flipped through the book until he saw a flash of green.
"Zorian? What are you doing here?"
Zorian immediately closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf. While he wasn't doing anything forbidden, he really didn't want to explain to Ibori what a mahara was.
When he turned around, his original intention to retort stopped abruptly. Ibery was in chaos. Her eyes and nose were red, as if she'd been crying, and she had an ugly purple spot on her right cheek and neck. It doesn't look like a bruise, not really, more like...
Oh, damn.
"Iberi..." he said hesitantly. "You shouldn't be in the same class as my brother, right?"
She recoiled and looked away. He sighed heavily. marvelous.
"How do you know?" she asked after a second of silence.
"Dearest brother came to see me earlier today," Zorian said. "Said he pushed a girl into a field of purple creepers and wanted me to make 'an anti-rash potion'. I wasn't in the mood so I dumped him."
In fact, that's a lie. He found that over the past three returns, Toph was either unable or unwilling to track him if he didn't return to his room after class. This was actually the main reason why he spent all day in the library instead of staying in his room. Still, since his situation was quite unique, he knew what would happen if he were there.
"Oh," she said softly. "It does not matter."
"No," Zorian disagreed. "No, that's not right. If I'd known he was talking about you, I would have helped him. Well... helped you out. As far as I was concerned, he would have died in the fire." He paused for a moment, thinking about something. . "You know, there's no reason why I can't do it now. I'll go to the room to get the ingredients, and then-"
"You don't have to do this," Ibery quickly interrupted. "It's... not that serious."
Zorian studied her features again.
"It's not a problem," he assured her.
"Well, if that's okay, I'd like to go with you," she said hesitantly. "I want to see how to treat it. Just in case."
Zorian paused. It was so late, and the alchemy workshop was about to close, so he had to resort to some, uh, unorthodox means to get in. But what the heck, she won't remember it next time she reboots.
So they set out for Zorian's apartment. When he reached the room, he found another familiar person waiting for him. Zack.
To be honest, he wasn't terribly surprised to see Zach waiting for him. As the Summer Festival approaches, the boy becomes increasingly nervous during practice, no doubt uneasy about the intrusion. He didn't tell Zorian about the invasion - Zach remained stubbornly tight-lipped about it, no matter how much Zorian tried to goad him.
He'd asked him several times over the past few days about his plans for the summer festival, hinting in no uncertain terms that staying in his room was a bad idea. Zorian still vividly remembers how a "flare" leveled his entire apartment building when the invasion began, so he's inclined to agree with Zack.
He walked over to Zach and saw Zach sitting on the floor with something on his palm. A pencil, spinning lazily in the air above Zach's palm. Apparently Zach also knows the pen-turning exercise and is currently practicing it while waiting. Zorian was tempted to throw a marble at Zach's forehead and demand that he start over.
Mainly because he didn't have any marbles on him at the moment. ha.
"Hello Zach," Zorian said, snapping Zach out of his reverie. "Are you waiting for me?"
"Yes," Zach confirmed. He opened his mouth to say something more, but then he noticed Ibelli following Zorian and closed his mouth. "Uh, did I interrupt something?"
"No, not really," Zorian sighed. "I'm just here to get some alchemy supplies, and then I'll go here to make something for her. What do you want from me?"
"Well, you can wait a while." Zach said disdainfully. "Maybe I can help - I'm good at alchemy."
"Is there anything else you're not good at? Ha." Zorian asked with a snort.
"You'd be surprised," Zack muttered.
Zach was a pretty sociable guy, so when Zorian came back from the room with a box of supplies, the two were already chatting animatedly. Mainly about Iberi's current situation.
"Man, I didn't know your brother was a jerk, Zorian," Zach said. "No wonder you are like this... uh..."
"He's not a bastard!" she protested. "He didn't mean it."
"He should fix it, though," Zach insisted. "Whether intentional or not, this is his fault. He should not pass the responsibility to his brother like this."
"No one forced Zorian to do anything," Ibery said. "He did it of his own free will. Right, Zorian?"
"Okay," Zorian agreed. "I do it because I want to."
That's her crush on Toph. Nothing good would come of speaking ill of him in front of her.
Thankfully, the two quickly came to an agreement on the topic, and a comfortable silence fell into each other. Well, that's comfortable for Zorian--
“But all the studios were closed late at night,” Zach said.
"Ah!" Ibery exclaimed. "Yeah, they closed two hours ago!"
"That's not a problem," Zorian assured them. "As long as we clean up after ourselves, no one will know we're there."
"But the door is locked," Zach pointed out.
Zorian sighed. "Not magic, no."
"Do you know the unlocking spell?" Zach asked with a surprised tone.
Zorian understood his surprise—the unlocking spells were restricted, and it was a crime to cast them.
"No, I don't know," Zorian said. "But it's just a simple mechanical lock. I'll be able to manipulate the glass telepathically. Piece of cake."
They looked at him blankly. Like most people, they have no idea how locks actually work or how easy it is to bypass most locks. Zorian had a colorful childhood, so it did. In fact, he can pick your regular lock without using magic at all - and that requires him to carry a set of lockpicking tools with him. ha
He stopped in front of the door to the alchemist's workshop and tried the handle. As Zach said, the door was locked. Use the mana field as a kind of "touch sight" to feel the lock, then carefully move the marble to the right spot so he can open it. ha.
The door clicked and opened without resistance.
"Wow," Zach said as they filed into the workshop. "Just press your hand for a few seconds to open the lock!"
"Oh, I have no doubt about it," Zach said.
Luckily, Zach didn't know how to make it, although it was fairly simple, and Zach demonstrated some impressive alchemy in class. He also didn't seem very interested in learning - apparently this anti-rash ointment was too common for him, and he was only interested in things like strength potions and wound-healing elixirs. It sounds like trying to build a house without bothering to lay a good foundation, but Zorian isn't a time traveler from ten years ago. However.
"Isn't that a purple creeper leaf?" Ibori asked, pointing to the small pile that Zorian had placed on the damp cloth.
"Yes," Zorian confirmed, wrapping the leaves into his cloth. "They are the main ingredient, although they have to be crushed first. The leaves are ground into a powder."
An hour later, the ointment was complete, and Zach kindly conjured up some sort of illusion mirror so Iberi could apply the ointment to himself on the spot. Kind and cunning, for while Iberi was busy applying ointment to himself, Zach dragged Zorian into a corner to speak in private.
"So?" Zorian prompted. "what is it?"
Zach reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring, which he immediately handed to Zorian. It's a featureless golden ribbon that reacts strangely when Zorian pours some mana into it.
"It's a mantra formula," Zach said.
"Magic missile?" Zorian guessed.
"That, plus a shield and a flamer," Zach said. "Now you can use these three in actual combat."
Zorian looked at the ring with new respect. Turning something as small as a ring into a spell formula for three different spells, awesome 3, an impressive feat.
"It must be expensive," Zorian said.
“I made it myself,” Zach said with a smile.
you know. You never know when an angry troll is going to pounce on you or what's going to happen. "
"How...strangely specific," Zorian pointed out. "You know, you're getting more and more nervous as the Summer Festival approaches. And you seem to be interested in making sure I get to the ball."
"You can, right?" Zach prompted.
"Yes, yes, I told you I knew it six times," said Zorian angrily. "What's the point of dancing, anyway? Oh, great travelers from the future, what will happen there?"
“You have to see it to believe it,” Zach sighed. "That's probably more unbelievable than time travel being real."
"Try to survive, okay?" Zach sighed. Before Zorian could say anything else, Zach suddenly put on a mask of fake happiness and spoke in a voice loud enough for Iberi to hear. "Wow, be sure to have a good rest tomorrow! Goodbye, Zorian! Goodbye, Ibori! I'll see you at the ball!"
Then he left.
Zorian shook his head at the other exit and walked over to Iberi, the purple rash that had appeared on her face and neck now gone.
"Well, I guess let's go too," Zorian said. "There are usually no patrols in the academy after dark, but that idiot's yelling may have alerted someone to our presence."
"Oh. Well, that's right."
Zorian watched Iberi and the others file out of the workshop, and he used magic to relock the door. But she seemed oddly repressed.
"What's wrong?" he finally asked after a while.
"Uh, no problem," she said. "why do you ask?"
"You don't seem too happy to be cured," he pointed out.
“I had no one to go to prom with,” she said. "The boy I wanted to go with now has someone else."
"Then you have to go to the ball alone like me, right?" Zorian concluded.
She stopped suddenly and looked at him.
"Don't you have anyone to accompany you?" she asked.
Zorian closed his eyes and swore in his mind. He really walked into this place didn't he?
. . . . . . two. . . . .
He has to go to the dance, and Ibori unexpectedly joins in as his date that night. In fact, he wasn't happy about it. He doesn’t have much planned tonight other than to wait and see what happens, but having Ibery next to him will certainly limit him. Not to mention that he still remembered the disastrous night he spent with Akoja the first time and didn't want history to repeat itself, regardless of whether it would eliminate the time loop.
Zach's appearance is the boy's usual flamboyant style. He caught everyone's attention when he showed up with not one, but two, and then captivated people further by displaying some impressive and eye-catching dance. It's clear Zack is learning more than just magic during these reboots. ha
When Zach finally finished showing off, Zorian clapped along with the others and considered the benefits of spending some time working on non-magical skills.
“This is much prettier than I imagined,” Ibéry said, running her fingers along the lace tablecloth in front of her.
"This is obviously more than just a school dance," Zorian agreed. "I guess this year the academy was organizing some kind of event for foreign dignitaries and then for some reason decided to merge it with our party."
"I guess," Ibery said. "They spent a lot of money to make everything pretty this year, but I doubt they did it for us." Ibery looked across the table, where Zach was entertaining a small group of people around him, but his The two guards were nowhere to be seen. After observing this for a few seconds, she turned to Zorian and stared at him strangely.
"What?" Zorian said, her gaze making her a little uneasy.
"I've been meaning to ask you..." she said hesitantly. "What's the deal between you and Zach? I mean, I know you're friends with him, but how did this happen? You guys look completely different."
"This is what happened recently," Zorian said. "To be honest, it was mostly Zach's doing. After he got sick in class one day, all I did was escort him home and from then on he decided we were best friends. I kind of just went with the flow."
"So you don't know...um..."
"His skill suddenly increased?" Zorian guessed. He was actually surprised she hadn't asked him about it earlier.
"Yes, I heard you did," Iberi said, making Zorian frown.
"Karen is impressed with your growth, you know?"
Yeah...apparently Zach has some sort of secret teaching skill that's all important. obviously.
"Impressive, isn't it," Zorian said sourly. "So what do you think is behind Zach's awesomeness?"
"Uh, okay...that's kind of silly," Ibery said.
Zorian motioned for her to continue. He loved hearing Zach's mysteries explained.
"Time dilation." Ibery said after hesitating for a moment.
Zorian blinked. Oh, Iberi...so close, yet so far away...
"To be honest, I don't think any acceleration spell is that effective," Zorian said. "Zach is not just a little better than he was before - I personally would put him at least in the third lap. In fact, I don't see any reason for him to go to class anymore other than that he thinks it's fun to do it and show off his Knowledge."
"I noticed," Ibery said, glancing at the small group of people surrounding Zach. "But I wasn't thinking about accelerating magic. Do you know what the Black Room is?" Zorian shook his head in denial. "There are rumors that powerful nations like ours have special training facilities that use extreme time dilation. You walk into the facility, stay inside for months, even years, and when you come out, you only spend a day or two outside. sky."
Zorian's eyebrows rose at this description. If there is such a thing in one of the big countries, why aren't its effects felt more strongly? A large country would definitely use such a tool to cultivate well-trained mages on a large scale.
"It's just a rumour," Ibery quickly added. "Urban legend. I know this because a friend of mine is into this kind of stuff, and she kept insisting that there was a facility like this in the tunnels beneath the city. Supposedly they drain a lot of magic, so they It must be located at the magic center well."
"And this hole is the largest mana well in the world," Zorian pointed out. "What's the explanation for them being so secretive? You'd think they'd be using it very intensively."
There are some strict restrictions on their use. How exactly do countries choose who can use black rooms? This is where “conspiracy theories” come into play. They are just high-end facilities for training black ops super agents. Wilder is...well, wilder. "
"That's a brilliant theory," Zorian hummed thoughtfully. It was closer to reality than anything he'd heard, and at least something to think about. "But if Zach spent years in one of these dark rooms, why didn't he age significantly? Why on earth would they let Zach use one of these?"
"Well, he actually didn't have to spend years," Ibery said. "It's not that anything he did was that advanced. A few months of intensive coaching might have produced the effects we're seeing. Even if it took him years, there are potions that can slow down aging for a year or two .In fact, they are more effective in younger people."
Zorian realized something and resisted the urge. As much as Zach loved to show off, he never really showed everyone what he was capable of. The skilled Zack would have shocked people if he had demonstrated the kind of magic he used during the invasion.
"As for why him?" Ibery continued. "Well, he's from Novida. Zach is the last member of his family, and the family's fate rests on his shoulders. Maybe this is just a desperate ploy by Zach's guardians to try to turn Zach into a A worthy successor to restore Novida to its former glory.”
The ground shook, and in less than a second, there was a deafening explosion. The windows rattled but did not break. An uneasy silence fell over the ballroom, punctuated only by the periodic rumble of distant explosions.
"Then...what is that?" Iberi asked tremblingly.
She's not the only one asking such questions. Anxious murmurs began to rise from the gathered crowd, growing louder and more alarmed. The ever-present pressure Zorian felt among the crowd intensified and... changed.
From his previous intrusion experience, he could not recall such an attack.
A minute passed. The crowd's anxiety and agitation continued to rise. The last time he'd experienced an invasion (and his first), he'd been on a rooftop when the first barrage of gunfire hit the ground, and he'd been temporarily incapacitated. At least, that's what he thought. Apparently he had been knocked down for much longer than he realized, because by his reckoning Ilsa and Karen would have rushed to the roof to see it by now.
But now, they were arguing in the corner, but no one moved towards the roof.
"Zorian?" Ibori tried for the fifth or sixth time, Zorian wasn't sure. "Are you sure you're okay? Maybe I should go find someone-"
"I'm fine," Zorian said.
The explosions finally stopped and now that the situation had calmed down a bit, they wanted answers and they were getting restless.
Thankfully, the staff at the academy seem to be aware of this. "Listen, Ilsa is about to say something."
"Please stay calm!"
Ilsa said from the bandstand, using the same magic to spread the music evenly across the ballroom so that everyone present could hear her. "My colleagues and I are now going to the city to communicate and find out what happened. Please don't go anywhere until we come back."
"Hello, Zorian," Zach greeted Zorian as he approached. Of course he came to talk to him now...
"Quite a commotion, isn't it?
"They decided to go home early," Zach shrugged. "Given what happened, that was probably the best outcome."
"What happened?" Zorian asked.
"We'll find out soon," Zach said, pointing to the bottom of the stairs leading to the roof, where Ilsa was talking to a group of students. After a few seconds, Zorian realized that Akoja was among them and recognized several other faces.
"Who is she talking to?" Ibery asked.
"Class representative," Zorian said. "At least the ones I know are the class representatives of their respective groups."
Frustratingly slow. Perhaps Zorian's expectations for a purely educational institution were a little too high, but their response to the invasion was rather lackluster. At least he expected they'd have started evacuating people to shelters by now, or organizing some sort of defense force, or... well, anything, really. He got the impression that Ilsa and Karen hadn't even realized the gravity of the situation.
Finally, Ilsa finished, and the class representatives dispersed into the crowd. It only took Zorian a minute to realize what they were doing—each one was gathering his classmates into a group. He said goodbye to Iberi and walked toward his team with Zach.
When everyone arrived, Akoja told them the plan. The academy will use teleportation to get foreign dignitaries and other important figures out of the city first, while the students will rush into the tunnels beneath the city and walk to the shelter - without teachers on hand to guide them.
Zorian looked at Zach, his expression serious and focused.
"Okay," Zack muttered. "show time."
Zorian had a bad feeling about this.
. . . . three. . . . .
Surprisingly, it wasn't Zach who raised the alarm, but Rainey of all people. She spotted the winter wolves five minutes before they appeared and immediately raised the alarm. The entire procession of students began to move faster towards the small cylindrical building that marked the stairs leading to the sanctuary.
They never got there before the winter wolves arrived.
Zorian was no expert in tactics, but when a group of students saw the pack of winter wolves chasing them, they rushed towards those closest to the dungeon entrance, but others immediately sought the nearest shelter. He could hear Zach's frantic shouting not to break away from the main force, but it was in vain.
Zorian cursed, grabbing Akodia's wrist before she sprinted toward a nearby apartment building, pointing wordlessly at the entrance to the dungeon. Running, hoping she would have the presence of mind to keep up.
She did follow him and more people joined them. Running wildly. There are no guns and cannons now, only the screams of escape, and it is chaos. The winter wolves swarmed in by the hundreds, and unlike the fleeing students, they were surprisingly well coordinated.
Small packs of 3 to 4 wolves will periodically break away from the main force to intercept isolated targets, then rejoin the pack to use their numerical advantage to outflank and outwit their opponents. Their white fur and movements are astonishing, more like an army of ghosts rising from the underworld to punish the living. screamed. roared. And flashes and painful barks—
We are not helpless. Zach in front was viciously guarding the entrance to the tunnel. He fired waves of powerful projectiles, which were much more powerful than ordinary magic missiles. Each salvo knocked down dozens of winter monsters. Wolf.
Just when Zorian thought they would successfully reach the entrance, a large pack of winter wolves noticed and intercepted them. The group immediately stopped, not knowing what to do as the wolves continued to approach. They must cross it to reach the refuge, but fighting the wolves would be suicidal. Zach is busy burning a bunch of war trolls.
"I told you I should have brought my sword," one of the boys complained. "But no, you said it wasn't appropriate for a school dance. You said you were too paranoid for your own good."
"Oh, shut up," a female voice snapped.
Zorian fired several missiles at the approaching Winter Wolf. Even with the impaler shape, they're not guaranteed to kill anything as tough as a winter wolf in one hit. He must use his magic wisely.
Many, like him, possess spell recipes in the form of rings or necklaces, and they hurl magic missile after magic missile at the advancing wolves. Only one girl was able to cast homing arrows, so most of them missed, and when they did, they were just crushers, so they didn't kill anyone. However, they slowed the pack down, forcing them to cluster together as the girl, who was able to fire homing arrows, targeted any wolf that tried to break away from the pack to attack from the flank. This gave him an idea.
Once the wolves are close enough, Zorian fires a super powerful flamethrower. Since they were grouped together, most of the wolves were caught in the explosion. Winter wolves are known to be weak to fire and howl in fear and pain. Just then, someone fired another flamethrower at their group, larger and hotter than Zorian's, and the remaining Winter Wolves immediately turned and fled.
Zorian turned to see who had cast another flamethrower, and was surprised to find Brienne there, staring smugly at the charred corpse in front of him. He held the dragon in his arms like a living weapon, the little lizard licking its ribs like it wanted to eat its prey.
The sudden reversal shocked them for a moment, and they immediately rushed into the building where the dungeon entrance was located, and then immediately descended into the tunnel below. Zorian is immediately intercepted by a worried Iberi, who seems extremely relieved to be alive. Even though he knew she wouldn't die permanently, he had to admit he was glad she survived too.
Now, though, he could sit back and think that it wasn't unusual for her to survive. She was a fourth grader and somehow they were at the front of the line. This is extremely unfortunate, since 4th graders are presumably better equipped to protect themselves than 3rd graders... and they are the first to reach the shelters, leaving their younger compatriots to fend for themselves? !
"I didn't know you had fire spells," Brianne said from his left, caressing his familiar fondly. "I assume this is what Zach taught you last month, right?"
"Yes," Zorian admitted. He gave Salamander a confused look, and Salamander stared back at him defiantly. "Did you really bring your familiar to the school dance?"
"Oh, no way," Bream laughed. "I wasn't that attached to him. No, I used a spell to summon him to me when the winter wolves started coming in."
Brian said. "He and I, we're connected. By soul. It's a lot easier and a lot less effort to cast certain spells where it's connected to him."
"Hmm." Zorian snorted.
An hour passed, but nothing was achieved. Zorian listened to the stories of those around him, trying to make sense of what had happened and thinking about what changes he could make during the next restart so that this evacuation would be less of a fiasco. His thoughts were interrupted when a group of teachers finally stumbled into the shelter.
There were six of them, looking tired and scared, and the only one among them who gave Zorian confidence was Karen, who was as stoic as ever. He was no longer bare-chested, but instead wore a full-body armor that resembled the shell of a holy insect. There were also a large number of magic wands hanging on his belt, and he still held a battle staff tightly in one hand. .
Karen has bad news - the attack on the academy is just a small part of a sweeping invasion targeting the entire city. Zorian already knew this, of course, but everyone else was shocked. The invasion was well prepared and most of the defenders were defeated at the outset. The city is about to fall. Once this happens, the shelter becomes a giant death trap. They must go out, fight their way out, and try their best to kill the invaders.
But people reacted very badly to it.
"Why don't you just teleport us out!?"
"You should be able to do this!"
"The control of the Academy Ward has been subverted," Karen said quietly. "The intruders have turned our own teleportation barrier against us. We cannot teleport in or out."
Zorian shouted. The enemy has taken control of the guard? How on earth did they do it? The Academy isn't just some random house with a generic protection scheme - it should be too secure and sophisticated!
The questions continued for a minute or so before Karen had enough and started barking orders. They need to take action.
When a boy dropped a vial filled with a sickly green liquid on the floor and crushed it with his foot, Zorian held his breath and fired the crusher straight into the boy's chest. Foul-smelling green smoke rises from the broken vials, and the shelter descends into chaos.
There was nothing visible in the poisonous smoke, but the sound of fighting was unmistakable. He stumbled through the smoke, trying to find closure but failing. He could tell from the hacker students around him that inhaling was not a good idea. Thank goodness it didn't irritate the eyes, otherwise he would never have been able to cast his shield in time to stop the magic missile from smashing into his face. A circular force field flashed out in front of him, absorbing the blow. The shield shook for a second, but held steady.
Then he heard Karen shouting a series of words, and all the smoke around him rushed towards Karen, as if falling into some kind of vacuum. Kellen raised his left hand in the air, a smoky green ball compressing above it, and then he raised his shield again.
At least he could breathe now. Thank the gods.
The attackers may have teleported in under cover of smoke, as Zorian would recall a group of middle-aged men in brown robes if they had been present when he entered the shelter. Before the attackers could regain the initiative, Karen interrupted. one of his actions. A shining whip flashed through the air. The invaders immediately fell apart, their upper bodies slipping away from their lower bodies as if they had never been stuck together.
Zorian looked at Karen in shock. He knew the retired battle mage was capable, but seeing it in person was another matter. The man judged the situation instantly and cast a total of two spells to solve the problem. He wondered what would have happened during the initial evacuation if Karen had led the students. He couldn't help but think that Karen would find a way to fight off the initial wave of winter wolves without losing anyone. There is an aura of command about this man.
"You...how are you...still standing?" Zach gasped not far from him. Apparently he had inhaled some smoke and was affected like everyone else. It seems that even time travelers from decades ago could have been tripped up by some trickery.
Zorian was about to reply when the ground beside him suddenly exploded and rocks flew onto him, knocking him down. He heard Karen chanting something, but it was too late for him - the giant brown worm emerged from the ground far faster than it should have, and Zorian was too painful to move. He saw a giant tooth engulfing him, and then all he knew was darkness.
His last thought was that it wasn't fair. How many changes have these people had? These intruders are damn liars!
