Heroist
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“Hold on, don’t be mad at us! We’ve only been here for a week, unlike those three slowpokes!” Yulizia continues her telepathic conversation with the djinn.
Turning to the others, she sees that the entire group, including the knight who was released from captivity, is calmly going about their business, as if they don’t notice her conversation with the entity. The boss, without breaking his bad habit, is dividing the Sky Talismans – one eventually goes to equip Kenshiro (other 2), the second to Alaria (other 3), and the last one to himself (other 3). With the green-eyed woman, they continue to discuss the prospects of their upcoming voyage north. The samurai is silently thinking about something, and the decaying knight sits on the sand and writes in his diary, but with each melted page, he starts over.
“Hey, boss, I have a suggestion…” the intern begins, but those discussing don’t notice her presence. “Hey, stop ignoring me!”
The suggestion, however, wasn’t hers, but now it has been confirmed twice. There was only one question left: what to do about the chicken that flew away? Without it, they won’t be able to drag the stone to Margel.
“You know, little lamp, even if you devour my soul, it’s still better than, as you said, dying in the sands. Or being eaten by that wormy hag. At least you’re prettier.” With these thoughts, Yu makes her last wish: “I wish that the Apostle of Arrogance with Anuzish’s belt would appear before us, uh, and maybe immobilize him, but this time, don’t kill him!”
Turning to the others, she sees that the entire group, including the knight who was released from captivity, is calmly going about their business, as if they don’t notice her conversation with the entity. The boss, without breaking his bad habit, is dividing the Sky Talismans – one eventually goes to equip Kenshiro (other 2), the second to Alaria (other 3), and the last one to himself (other 3). With the green-eyed woman, they continue to discuss the prospects of their upcoming voyage north. The samurai is silently thinking about something, and the decaying knight sits on the sand and writes in his diary, but with each melted page, he starts over.
“Hey, boss, I have a suggestion…” the intern begins, but those discussing don’t notice her presence. “Hey, stop ignoring me!”
The suggestion, however, wasn’t hers, but now it has been confirmed twice. There was only one question left: what to do about the chicken that flew away? Without it, they won’t be able to drag the stone to Margel.
“You know, little lamp, even if you devour my soul, it’s still better than, as you said, dying in the sands. Or being eaten by that wormy hag. At least you’re prettier.” With these thoughts, Yu makes her last wish: “I wish that the Apostle of Arrogance with Anuzish’s belt would appear before us, uh, and maybe immobilize him, but this time, don’t kill him!”
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