23. When we speak of the devil...

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A gigantic villa with the latest design, this is the look of the Leirigh pack den. We were far from the family village atmosphere of the Bhrean’s. I then noticed the veritable armada of servants, all dressed in black and white, panicking in the princely driveway in front of me. No doubts: we aren’t playing on the same court. I had just been catapulted into another universe without being able to decide whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Uncle Fester opened the door for me with the cheerful look of an undertaker, then helped his young Master out of the vehicle. As soon as we appeared, the army of employees lined up in the super exclusive access leading to the entrance to the building. A sort of grey-haired butler, with a stiff look, approached us and I sincerely thought I was ha

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