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And then Yuventius Amm enters the story. – Well, are you ready? The road to the capital is not short, but if the radiant lady managed to overcome it, then we can too! In addition to the elderly Ammanturian authority, two not-so-experienced followers of the Lord of Vice gathered in the most notorious place in the kingdom. As they say, it's more fun... and safer together. These comrades were called Chukker and Hekker. They both could boast of good close combat skills. The biggest recent event in the cult, which Yuventius simply could not have missed, was the unexpected journey of Lady Salitil to the royal capital. No one really knew the reasons, but some claimed that it was a sign of the Great Cathedral of Ceraria's humility and the recognition of the Lord of Vice's power by the Empress of the Source. **The journey begins!** **Meanwhile, with Derevos:** Sir Agran the Steadfast is busy polishing his impressive two-handed sword and doesn't respond immediately. – This requires high-quality materials... I don't have any right now. Given the need for the search, the order will be too expensive for you, guard. So, unfortunately. **Meanwhile, with Kearak and Radianta:** – Well, then let's try, – the fox decided, overcoming his doubts. Fortunately, the Sheiran turned out to be honest. Placing the scrolls and amulet in the depths of his inventory, he ran away, leaving a notebook behind. Inside the notebook were descriptions of the last days of an unknown unfortunate person, who was eventually eaten by a corgi. But in addition, there were instructions on the location of a secret room with a particularly valuable chest, which the now deceased owner of the notebook could not open. **Radianta successfully scouts the location within a two-cell radius.** **Meanwhile, with Harold:** Saran and Skufinson approach the gate. They are immediately stopped by the guards. – Halt! Oh, it's you, Sir Saran. Is this Northerner with you? – Yes, he's with me. I can assure you, he's fine! – Then you can pass... – the guard was about to successfully conclude this story about the journey for Harold, when suddenly... A high priestess of the Great Cathedral of Ceraria appears out of nowhere. – Sir Saran and... your friend. You must put your hand in this box. Nothing dangerous, it's a disease prevention measure. Saran tensed up, but nodded in agreement. – Actually, we don't have much choice here, so... Then he puts his hand in the box. Nothing happens. – Seems like there are no changes. Now you. The guard, Saran, and the priestess look expectantly at Skufinson.