Knights of Tezoth

"Deuses-shmeuses," Ober was about to spit disdainfully, but remembering Ciel's lessons on manners and where he currently was, managed to restrain himself. "What the hell do we need them for? Anyone can sit on their ass on a golden chair. I don't feel like choosing between a fat one and a skinny one."

Have you seen what she looks like? Now take a look at yourself.

"I understand. But Her pages are only just being created, and I intend to witness them firsthand. I am a man without a past, which means I only have a future ahead of me. And as for events — it turns out we'll have to create them ourselves. Until we meet again, friend," he nods cordially to his colleague. "I was very glad to see you again, and may someone up there with a beard on a cloud witness — this is not the last time."
Having said this, Vargas turned away and kissed the cross on his chain. Then he addressed the young man:
"Blushing? Or turning pale? I can't tell in this smoke. Never mind, you'll get used to it. Come on, let's go. Since we didn't achieve anything here, that means... the tavern — that's our new destination."

As a result of this dialogue, an alliance is established between Canamia and Lorem.
"My lord," having recovered from the unpleasant shock to his unprepared body, on the way to the tavern the squire asked himself a strange question, "what do you think — which of the two of you, you and the green-eyed milord, is more attractive to women?"

"I know nothing of his exploits, but I assume he is successful. He looks impressive, dresses stylishly, and most importantly — he has a silver tongue; ladies love that. An evolutionary adaptation," a factoid from the old world surfaced in his mind. "Birds flaunt bright tails, and men developed eloquence to attract women."