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I prefer to give up on the Magician. Please let me out."

"Wait." said the secretary, leaning his back against the door." You don't know how great and powerful the Wizard of Naples is. It will be of great help to you."

"I already told you I'm giving up, thank you. Let me out." 

"The Magician now knows that you are here: if you leave, you risk offending him," said the secretary, leaning even more heavily on the door. "You have to stay."

"She has to stay, ha ha." I hissed inside myself with anger. Now I gave it a shove. But with the stubbornness of a mule a push was not enough, it took a kick in the shin. And if he then divulged the news to advertise his master: "Secretary of the Famous Wizard of Naples shot down by a Venetian girl?"

"What's the problem?" someone behind me asked at that moment. 

I whirled: "Kidnapping." I said. 

"Certainly not a kidnapping." said the secretary. "The young lady is a little nervous."

Then the secretary explained the problem and the newcomer said I didn't have to worry about money. But I was worried and so I wanted to go, I said. Placing a hand on his chest, the newcomer said that if Achille d'Angelo said there was no need to worry, there was no need to worry. Word of Magician.

Ah, this is therefore him, I thought. I wasn't expecting a long white beard down to the ground and a pointed hat up to the ceiling, but at least a little more than this rather stocky and vulgar man. The Magician told me to go into the next room and since his voice was firm, I passed into the next room. After settling me down, he said I could sit down and I sat down. Then, seeing that he was no longer saying anything, I looked around.

In addition to the normal large-hotel-luxury-category furniture in the room there was a high bed, like a doctor's office and...