Abasdarhon's Castle

— Then lead the way! — exclaimed Maylin, releasing the feline mental entity. — I want to see where I’ll be living and working in the near future. And along the way, tell me what ingredients we need. But keep in mind – I won’t be running around the forest, gathering herbs with my rear end in the air. I don’t want to get dirty and bring back some nonsense...

The experimenters successfully reached the dormitory and were about to pass through the turnstile.

— Oh, just in time, the concierge isn’t here, — the alchemist said quietly.
— Kristoll! — an old woman’s voice sounded behind the young man and Maylin.



— I didn’t expect this from you, of all people! And so early in the morning!
— It’s not what you think.
— Of course, it’s not what I think! You think you can fool me, and I won’t notice? — the old woman looked at Maylin with disdain from head to toe. — In the name of the Creator...and you’re not even ashamed...And how much did you pay her to agree during the day?
— 100 axots. That is, NO! DAMN! IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!
— I won’t let you pass, — the old woman raised her nose, walked up to the turnstile, and began to hold it with her hand.