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— My name is Milos Ahoe, — he said briefly, looking at Rogdan with interest, — how can I help you today? I hope you're not here about marriage or inheritance, because that's not my area.

—Oh, it's quite lively here. — Rogdan noted. —But don't worry, I'm here on a different matter and I'll try not to take up too much of your time. — He paused for a moment, then continued: — Baron Rogdan Kraffmeyer from Royental, son of Ridrich Kraffmeyer, historian, scholar, archaeologist, and one of the founders of the Golden Griffin mercenary company! The fact is that my comrades and I have only recently arrived in your beautiful country, and therefore I would be extremely grateful for help with the official registration of our company, or for pointing me to the appropriate place where my request could be considered. — He finished his speech with a dazzlingly friendly smile.


"Oh, well, at least here everything is as usual, no matter what city or country." — Zerek thought with relief, watching the exchange with undisguised curiosity.

— Ah, sorry... — She scratched her head guiltily. — You must have come to eat or rest?

—Oh, no need to apologize. — the adventurer replied. — Maintaining order here must be quite a challenge. I hope I don't end up on the receiving end of your wrath, Rish...? Sorry if I misheard your name. — He smiled warmly. — But in general, yes, I'm here with my comrades for the first day in the city, looking for a place to eat and spend the night. And maybe hear the latest news...

— W-WELCOME! — He lost his composure from the surprise, but then quickly regained it, deftly adjusted his bangs with one hand, and continued in a calm, almost pompous tone. — What can I suggest to you, my lady? Perhaps you are interested in a weapon that can slay dragons? Oh no, sorry, that would be too trivial a task for such a glorious warrior as you. I think that a weapon capable of defeating gods would be more suitable for your demonic-legendary persona, don't you think? How I understand you! I am often mistaken for a simple bookworm, but that is the whole point and secret of my brilliant disguise! The truth is that behind me are hundreds of slain monsters, thousands of defeated vampires, and even dark gods could not withstand the onslaught of my blade, known throughout the world as the "god-eater"!

Ilencia was stunned with amazement, and if she hadn't met Rogdan, she would probably have hurried away from the shop to avoid dealing with another eccentric.
—Hello. ...God-eater, you say? — she looked at the little man with interest. — Well, I just came to check out the selection... So, show me what you have.

The Bureau of Magic, for inexplicable reasons, is closed until 03/31/729.

Another failure. As predictable as ever. He has been plagued by constant failures all his life. He couldn't even complete the simplest task.
Trying to remember the city map, the frustrated Darbon couldn't think of anything better than to head to Salamander.