“This is a gift for you, master Heracles.” said the Old Gardener, handing the wooden box to Heracles. “What is this?” said Heracles quickly, reached his hand out receiving the wooden box. “I don’t know.” said the Old Gardener. “So who is the person?” Heracles raised his voice. “He didn’t tell me but I believe it’s not a bad person. That person comes with goodwill” said the Old Gardener again. “Thank you.” said Heracles. “Nothing, master.” said the Old Gardener then he walked turning back to his work. Heracles put the wooden box down on the table observing it. “What’s that?” squealed Amelinda, she appeared behind him. Heracles turned back, looked at her. “I don’t know. I still didn’t open it yet.” he said then turned back continued observing the box. “What are you waiting for without opening it?” asked Amelinda. She sat down on the stool next to Heracles’s. “I’m thinking about who sent it here” said Heracles. “You don’t know the person?” squealed Amelinda. “Yes, I don’...
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