Happy Life
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-What if we... you know, mess with it, and black magic bursts out from within and curses us forever? We'll become lost prisoners of the sewers, or maybe even turn into... rats.
- There are different ways to handle it. We could just stuff it in a box, set it on fire, and run away.
- I'm against destroying it. It's unlikely to activate on its own; we need to show it to an expert in magical things. I wish we had someone like that on our team," Henry sighed. "Let's put it in the Slime, just to be safe. Although, he might eat it... Well, let's put it in the General inventory then. Big Bob won't fit in our inventory.
- But you're not an expert; how do you know if it will activate or not? It's cases like these that lead down a slippery slope – finding something cursed and grabbing it for yourself for the sake of "knowledge" or profit. You're still young, Henry, but remember one thing: magic doesn't lead to good; it represents primordial chaos and embodies darkness," the mercenary placed his hand on the breastplate, under which the Lady's mangled heart dangled, and muttered. "God save us..."
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
