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III

Ren du Lot wept. It has not happened to him for several years. In fact, he remembered exactly when he wept for the last time: when he had realized that he needed to leave France, five years ago.

He felt good about weeping. It was a strange feeling, he was both sad and happy. Sad because of the current circumstances, but also happy because he had finally opened the floodgates.

Now, why was he weeping? Arundolf, his blogging neighbor, when Ren called him on the phone, had insulted and abused him verbally.

"You, bloody connard, bâtard, enfoiré. You want me to help you after you looked in my bin? You got some nerves, espèce d’enculé."

So, after the phone call, Ren du Lot was weeping.

After five minutes of shedding tears, Ren du Lot wiped his eyes.

Arundolf had told him that he was sending him a puzzle by e-mail and he had 4 hours to solve it if he wanted Arundolf to answer his questions about blogging and shitposting.

The puzzle was this: