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“Es gibt einen Jungen, der an deine Tür kommen wird. Sein Haar ist gelb und er wird nervos sein. Sein Name ist Victor Frankenstein und er wird dich um Hilfe bitten. Er ist ein Flüchtling vor der Justiz, der von den Magiern unseres gemeinsamen Landes verbannt wurde. Er hat mich zu einem Sklaven gemacht und den Willen Gottes verraten.”
“Il y a un garcon qui va venir à votre porte. Ses cheveux sont jaunes et il sera nerveux. Il s’appelle Victor Frankenstein et il vous demandera de l’aide. C’est un fugitif de la justice, exilé par les magiciens de notre pays commun. Il a fait de moi un esclave et a trahi la volonté de Dieu.”
“C’è un bambino che verrà alla vostra porta. I suoi capelli sono gialli e sarà nervoso. Si chiama Victor Frankenstein e chiederà il vostro aiuto. è un fuggitivo dalla giustizia, esiliato dai maghi del nostro paese comune. Mi ha reso schiavo e ha tradito la volontà di Dio.”
“There is a boy who will come to your door. His hair is yellow and he will be nervous. His name is Victor Frankenstein and he will ask for your help. He is a fugitive from justice, exiled by the magicians of our shared country. He has made me a slave and betrayed the will of God.”
Elias repeated these words like a song. Courted the rhythm of consonants until they matched his walk. If the men he met did not speak German, this was enough. After, he could show them his back and show them the book and leave.