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goandhisarrogance.Ididitforyou.Isthats?”

    “Youriionsmaybegood,butthingsmustproceedacctopn.Youmustpythecardsyouaredealtinalogidorderlyfashion.Yourwayofdoingthingsatrandomandkigupafussrecklesslywillnotdo.Lookwhereitndedyou,youledthesnake-hairedMedusastraighttous!Youknowsheisournemesis.Nowwhatdoyouthinkweshoulddo?”askedVio,stilngryatthelittleman.

    “OK.OK”saidMr.Fingerspreadingouthishandsinresignation.“Iwillobeyyourordersfromnowonandnotdoanythingonmyown.Willthatdo?Nowhowdoyouthinkweshouldproceed?”

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    “Firstofallyoumuststayoutofsightforatimeandnotshowyourfatilthemessyouhavecreatedblowsover.I’lltellyouthenwhattodo.”Vio’seyeswereinsightfuoneresolute.“Dimitrimayhavedivinehelpandweotgettohimdirectly,butwe’llseewhatbedoohistwenty-fourbeauties.Theyareallhisdarlingsaohisheart.Hewillnotbeabletowithstandanyharmingtothem.WeneedonlytakeafewofthemhostageandDimitriwillbesuretoerunning,willingtodoanythitogetthemback.Hewillbebeggingmyfivenessforwhathehasdone.Hedaredtodestroymypuregoldpaydearestdreamscouldnotberealized.Iwanthisbloodiionforhissins.”VioandMr.FingerleatextremeloggerheadswitheachothertothepointwherebothtriedtokilltheotherseeBook2KingdomInTheDreams.Itwasstrangeandsurprisingtofiogetherhereclosepartnersandspirators.

    Thedaydawhecitywokeupslowly.Carsariansgraduallyincreased.Dimitriwasstillsittingatthecoldstreeter.Hetookoutacigaretteaosmoke,hisspiritscalmandhappy.Hehadlookedintothedepthofhisheartandsawhistwoloyalworkaholicservantslyingonthelushgreenfieldfastasleep.Siheyonlystoppedwwhentheywereasleep,thatwasalsoDimitri’scetofeelsereneandpeaceful.Hewastotallyignorantofthefactthathehadalreadybeentargetedforrevehathisenemieswerepnningtogettohimthroughhispreciousbeauties.ThatwasbecausetherewasnotraceofthethingsthathappehedimensionoftimeofhisKingdomofDreamsinhispresentpracticalworld.

    Chapter2TreasureandHatred

    ThiswasabouthalfaturyagowhenDimitriwasstilboy.Ortobemoreprecise,itwasafragmentofrecollesabouthispreviouslifethathadlingeredinDimitri’smemory-anindeliblepictureofaspringm.Thepureandclearmsunlightshohedipidatedbuildingsoftheslumswherethetrashinthedecrepitgarbageoverflowedtothegroundsurroundingit.Perhapsirashtherewasadeadcatwhosecarcasssentoffwaveafterwaveofrancid,stinkingodor.Likeapatientsufferingfromseveredepression,dismalmoodflowedinhislimbsandbody.Annoyinganddisorderlyswarmsoffliesbuzzedaroundnon-stop,refusingtobedispersed.Byceagustbreezepassedbycarryingalongwithitatinyflowerseedwhichwasdroppedactallyontothisdirtypatchofearth.heretowaterorfertilizeit,butthenutrientsiinthesoilprovidedenoughnourishmenttolettheseeddevelop,sproutandgrowintoalovelyflower.Theblossomingoftheflowergeddeagidmadethisdirtyandmessyplotofndintoaparadiseoh.

    Rhythmicalmusiotesfloatedintheairlikecolorfulbutterfliesdanginthespringbreeze.HundredsofpeopleassembledinthesquarebeforetheCityHall,seeminglythereforsomegatheringorfestival.Onthemakeshiftstage,skillfundprofitjazzmusiswentallouttratingonperfaicDixiendtypeofmusicothatwaslight,quidhadastrongrhythm.
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