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- Guyosh, I only have two action points left...
- Well, read something then.
- I don't want to get ahead of you. We agreed to read the chronicles together.
- Come on, I won't be offended. Who were we talking about?
- Hatea! The cool warrior who collected beautiful women throughout the empire.
- Ah, your ideal empress.
- Yeah. But I don't know, it still feels like... If I could do something useful... Draw, or forge, like a foreman...
- You can get drunk at the bar.
- With what money? Unless you've changed your mind about robbing a bank...
- We won't be robbing a bank, Beata.
- So what are we going to do? Beg on the street? "Spare some change for the saviors of the world"?
- I think it's best to sleep on it. It's a shame we didn't have time to visit Lynette...
- It is a shame... And whose idea was it to wander around the city for so long?
- I don't remember. But it doesn't matter now.
- That's true...
For the rest of the day, Beata thoughtfully sketches in her diary, either with punishments for Guyosh or with illustrations for the legendary book "69," hoping that this will magically reveal a new profession to her. Guyosh watches her carefully and remembers her ideas, but refrains from commenting.