Do not deprive me of

The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,Both Antanas and Sinora stared intently at the bracelets, waiting for a signal from the new king that he had completed his current level's work.,Antanas' finger glided lightly across the screen, zooming in on the map's details, his gaze fixed on that red dot.。