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Unus calmly accepted the scene unfolding before him. He only shook his head slightly, pondering how such work hardens people.
- May the All-Mighty bless you, Captain! - said Unus and approached the man. - My name is Unus, my surname is Antinish. I am a preacher. I bring the word of the All-Mighty to ordinary people. Accordingly, the purpose of my arrival is to preach, save the souls of the lost, and teach literacy.
While talking to the captain, the paladin looked him directly in the eyes. With due attention, one could notice a cold determination of a fanatic in Unus's gaze, which only death could stop.
Alex, can my character teach NPCs literacy? If not, then don't consider the last sentence as an answer.
-- Uh-huh. Mhm. Pff, -- the captain was writing everything down, and each movement of the pen on the paper was accompanied by Roberto with some new interjection. -- So, preacher. Officially, I cannot forbid you from doing that. But. If I find out that you are bothering people on the streets with your sermons or interfering with the work of brothels and taverns. In short, if someone complains about you... Then you will get such a beating that you will immediately fly out of the city gates and land on the Ardor border. You can find a place on the main square from noon to sunset. Or outside the city. Your church is on the other side of Mortlakh. And you will also have to pay taxes.
The captain looked up from his papers and, looking Unus in the eyes, paused.
-- Do you understand?