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Myrna decided to find out about the last item in the House of Swords – martial arts.
"This is quite unexpected," judging by Eric's tone, he and his interlocutor were on good terms, "but I congratulate you."
"Thank you. To be honest, I myself was a little surprised by this news. I never thought that the king himself would want to reward me with the title of Champion of Lythria and take me into personal service. It’s just a pity that we didn’t manage to meet each other in the arena.”
"There's nothing to be done; the organizers of the fights are greedy as always. If duels at lower levels are organized fairly, then things are completely different at the top level. Those who run it almost always prefer options that will bring them the most profit from bets.”
"I can't understand why our fight wouldn't have been economically beneficial for them? Like you, I haven't had a single defeat during my time in the 'Abyss.' What's wrong?”
"As far as I see, they wanted you to first fight Tisso and Ardent. These fights would have been no less profitable for them than ours, and if you managed to win against them, your reputation would strengthen, and the value of our duel would increase many times over. But hey, maybe we should use the opportunity to challenge the opponent we need and also warn these misers about your upcoming departure so that they don't decide to postpone it?"
"No, this is not an option anymore. I can't show up before the king in a half-dead state."
"You're right. What will you do on your last day here?"
"I’ll go to the 'Kaiten,' where else? I will miss this place even more than the arena. Do you want to come with me?"
"No way. Such entertainment is not for me."
"You are missing out. I have many scars on my body, but none of them were received in battle. If you understand what I mean..."
"Ha-ha, whatever you say. But still, I refuse your offer.”
"Well, suit yourself. Okay, buddy, let's meet again in Upper Pilas tomorrow, and for now, I need to be a pig in human clothing.”
Having received answers to all questions, the group was ready to begin fulfilling the task.
"Hmm, well, you guys are cowards... Did some kind of negative selection work on you over generations? Who do they usually take? Young people, old people, men, women? In what quantity?”
"So, did you find him? And why did you hack up the woodcutters? To carry boards and build a shed? Or just out of spite? Another oddity – you can talk, but your people are completely crazy. You gathered scum, promised three boxes full of afterlife wonders, and wanted to profit from peasants? There’s nothing to get from them anyway. Or did you have some other goal?"