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why bother with these chair-related tasks when the only moral compass is the princess's decree...
—In that case, we should also assess the readiness of our squad for this journey. Crossing the monster-infested sands, fighting well-prepared fugitives, and delivering one of them safely back to its owner – this is no easy task. We will let you know if everything goes well, sir. —Klin bowed deeply.
so, are we going somewhere?
— Uh, I understand. Ideally, it would be best to do it as soon as possible, because who knows what might happen to my property in the meantime, but if it's not possible to set off right now, I understand. Listen, do you think they might be... you know... doing things to each other? No... that can't be. Look at this photo, —he shows Klin the photo of Chikan again, —he's an ugly brute, isn't he? No woman would want him, right? Compare him to my noble features, my luxurious hair, and my awe-inspiring beard! And my physique is perfect; just look at these muscles, hardened by thousands of hours of training, —the slave owner takes off his cloak and shows Klin his bicep, —well? Isn't it true?