His little eyes looked at me for a few more seconds, then paced and stepped on the word "wise", twisted his head and neck, pecked his wings with his pointed beak, and ignored me. I snorted heavily in my heart, thinking that everything related to the fox was this virtue, and then grabbed the little black pigeon, pulled out the small note tied to his paw and unfolded it. The imperial mausoleum...
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