⚔️Serberia

- I'd like to rip that gangster's ears off, but he's rambling about curses, and that cat is even saying he's an undead... Forget it... - Veserod explained this choice to his companions on their way to the crossroads. - I'm out of this... Let the Inquisition deal with him...

—Yes, I don't like this guy... —Ren grumbled as the group left the undead philosopher behind. —And that strange bag on his head. Sometimes he says it hides his appearance, and sometimes it's an important part of his personality. With his new look, it wouldn't matter anyway. But encountering cursed undead is really not worth it.

Meanwhile, Ilva, clearly pleased with herself, took off the Countess's ring from her finger, examined it with interest, and then put it on her little finger. Then she began to thoughtfully bend her fingers, as if counting some numbers.
Noticing this, Renold deliberately clicked his tongue, sighed heavily, and shook his head.