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Biba and Boba emerge from the library in their entirety and cheerfully greet the guests.
—Thank you, Erefir, you don't need to worry about me. —Klin politely declines the refreshments. —I don't eat or drink until 6, haha...
"So this is what the secret base of the elite squad of the first princess looks like." —the knight looks around. "And Erefir is very good at disguising herself; she's probably the most ruthless of the mercenaries."
After greeting Biba and Boba (interesting names, indeed), Klin has the feeling that he has met this couple before, but he can't quite remember when; it must have been a fleeting encounter.
—Well, everything is fine at Chronos too. —he replies to the knight. —There aren't many clients right now, unfortunately. But you should be careful, or I'll learn your profession and take your title of first apprentice!
"In peacetime, Carneol didn't have many clients, but now, on the contrary, Chronos... Sigh. But that's life. Warriors profit from war, and mechanics profit from peacetime; we just switch places when something happens."
— Yes, I understand that... After all, these are luxury goods, and they all shine, but people just want to ease the sadness in their hearts...
The girl pours Master Quant coffee or tea, depending on his preference, and sets out some food on the table. She also pours herself a cup of coffee: a rather dangerous combination.
—Please, help yourselves. You won't find anything like this in town right now; everything is temporarily closed, so you're lucky... Klin, are you sure you don't want anything?
—Well, are you working on anything? You can use the break from clients in other ways, Master?
They hesitate between wanting to give their colleagues some privacy and their curiosity, but they don't dare join the conversation themselves.