Reimian Empire

- Very... interesting reading, - Alaria concluded, finishing the last lines, - I'm not sure how this will sound, but I have something to learn from the author of this book. Thank you very much, Mr. Belring, for giving me the opportunity to read it. And for the trust you placed in me. I hope you won't think it's rude, but allow me to ask you a question. What made you bring me here?

— I didn't have any serious reason for that, - the Marquis replied, carefully looking at what was written on the last page of the revelation, - I was heading to Aldru solely to remember the coordinates of the ruins recorded here. But your words about the loss of faith recently made me wonder what a person in such a life situation could gain from this book. - He smiled. - But you are right about the trust, and it's not even about the money. "Symphony of Pain" doesn't let just anyone in here; otherwise, the Thanarians could have destroyed this book long ago by sending a suicide bomber here with the right amount of gold. And if you decided to damage this book in any way, our fate would be unenviable. Most likely, an hour later, our mutilated bodies would be decorating Silver Street, just like those poor souls we saw earlier.

Having learned about the possibility of buying information about the cyclops, Halmeldir and his companions return to the ship, where he tells them about this possibility and suggests spending money on this useful endeavor, which may help them in the future.

— I am willing to pay, - Fever A. Belring volunteered, - if it protects the members of our group to some extent, I'm in.