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Despite the blonde's hysterical squeals, the frightened Darbon agreed to swear an oath to the hero.
After the ritual was completed, the sorcerer approached Rogdan, apologized, and said that, under the current circumstances, his presence in the squad could put them all at risk, and therefore he and Lycaon would set off on a journey. After that, they headed towards the city gates, and nothing has been heard of them since.

...However, halfway there, Darbon felt a sharp surge of panic and fear. His lips trembled and he began to mutter an incantation that he hadn't even known before. In the next moment, a temporal vortex engulfed the old man, the bird knight, and the entire world around them, after which everything plunged into darkness.
When the sorcerer came to his senses again, he found himself back in the basement of the summoners' club, facing the king's stern question about the oath. Was it a vision, a hallucination caused by horror, or did it really happen? Either way, the old man now knew that he would give a negative answer.
—Don't worry so much, my friend! —Rogdan patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. —I have no doubt that you will have another chance to prove yourself!
—He's right, Darboss, old man. —Zerek supported him. —What do we need this crazy, muscle-bound meat grinder for?
Ilencia didn't join their conversation. She was more concerned with thoughts about her summoned hero.

In the evening, when all the commanders were already at home, Eve told them about the Legend of Krag.

—Wow, a feat, without a doubt, worthy of our squad, don't you think? —the hunter Rogdan was inspired by the story. —And the adventure promises to be promising... can we scan the ruins now?
The Baron, in turn, told the leaders of the "Griffin" about the government letter. If any of them wanted to go to the official meeting as a representative of the squad, he was ready to gladly give them this opportunity.


The next day, Rogdan woke up quite late, but, remembering the church library from the stories of one of the mercenaries, he jumped out of bed, quickly got himself presentable, and hurried there. His mind longed for reading, and the only bookstore turned out to be on a street closed to prying eyes.

"So, where is my friend?" —Zerek thought, not finding Meido at the "Griffin" headquarters. "Never mind."
First of all, the adventurer waited for Raphael Kosto to be ready to receive him, after which he turned to him:
—Mr. Kosto, I have a business proposal for you. I heard from the boss that you opened a shop in the city. Well, here's the thing, I inherited some valuables from my beloved grandmother, well, you know, jewelry and all sorts of trinkets. But here's the problem, I don't know where and how to sell them so that I don't get robbed or cheated. Maybe you can help me with that? And in return, well, of course, you can take a percentage...

Ilencia didn't sleep well that night: she kept remembering the smallest details of Sylphida's biography, her unique abilities in magic, and she regretted not listening carefully during Rogdan's stories. She wanted to ask the last question that tormented her, but she couldn't make up her mind. And, of course, this could have negative consequences, given the latter's temper.
Only in the morning, when most of the mercenaries had wandered around the city, she decided to turn to the heroine:
—Listen, can I ask you a question, if it's not too much trouble. Is it possible, with your strength or someone else's, to fix this? —she pointed to the eye patch.

Darbon had nightmares all night. He woke up in a cold sweat, trembling from the memories of the previous day, but, afraid to disturb the peace of the other residents, he lay in the same position until the first rays of the sun. The sorcerer somehow got out of bed, rubbing his stiff arms, creaked his knees, straightened up as much as possible, and coughed hoarsely, raising dust from the apartment.
Barely remembering the city map, the old man didn't know what to do with himself that day. Lost in thought about recent events, he didn't notice how his old legs led him through the narrow streets of the unsafe part of Clematis, to the Nameless House.