“Carefully straightening his legs, a tall broad-shouldered man with a short bristle of light hair displeasedly shrugged his shoulders.
‘They should have given me a carpet—an airplane carpet would do…’ he grumbled.
‘That’s it—any services…’
He spoke quietly, so the driver of this unusual carriage couldn’t hear. It wasn’t that he feared anything—Franz Klasshofen, an antique mage, owner of several large shops… and something else, which shouldn’t be known to the general public! No, no. Just that Franz didn’t consider it reasonable to show his true feelings to those who were seriously helping him right now. Let him heal his wounds first, shake himself off, pay every debt, and get his trump card—then you can see who’s stronger…”,