Derevos, with two lockpicks from Captain Akoren, heads to the upper chest, while Albrecht and his group attack the central one.
**Albrecht Van Hosling** besieges the Castle:
**Lockpicking attempt: success!**
Reward:
1) 150 cetrens
2) Essence of Uselessness x1 (what is this for?)
Albrecht has 2 lockpicks.
**Derevos** besieges the Castle:
**Lockpicking attempt: success!**
Reward:
1) 200 cetrens
2) Essence of Uselessness x2 (what is this for?)
Derevos has 1 lockpick.
After that, both heroes from the world of lockpicking start working on the lower chest.
**Albrecht Van Hosling** besieges the Castle:
**Lockpicking attempt: failure!**
Albrecht has 1 lockpick.
**Derevos** besieges the Castle:
**Lockpicking attempt: failure!**
Derevos has 0 lockpicks.
**Albrecht Van Hosling** besieges the Castle:
**Lockpicking attempt: failure!**
Albrecht has 0 lockpicks.
Unfortunately, both fail, and they run out of lockpicks. Each is left with their small reward. It hardly makes sense to share it with anyone now.
Meanwhile, Kearak was surprised by Derevos's naivety, as he had already used his ability today. What a compliant guard... However, the fox still told the truth; there was something to worry about!
"I don't think there will be any more cultists there," said Captain Akoren, referring to the cave. "It's time to end this!"
In theory, there shouldn't be anything threatening the remaining squad anymore... but why is the priestess looking so suspiciously at this secret passage?
**Meanwhile, with the looters:**
However, Revan won't let Radiant go so easily.
"Here, take this! A gift from me! You're so beautiful!"
The Novice shoves three volumes of the Reimy Empire into her hands and then runs to the bookstore across the street. Probably for a new edition of Sakuramoria.
**Radianta O'Mila receives the Reimy Empire I (book) item**
**Radianta O'Mila receives the Reimy Empire II (book) item**
**Radianta O'Mila receives the Reimy Empire III (book) item**
Then the road continues. Xaya Volden is still going somewhere, presumably in search of the greatest shop in the entire kingdom of Celia-Mira.
**Meanwhile, with the mercenaries:**
**Harold Skufinson** is tempted.
In general, the mission no longer concerned anyone. If Salitil ordered the brave mercenaries to fight the great Amaksaran Merfert, they would agree without the slightest doubt, even if it were suicide.
"Eat, drink, enjoy dreams and reality," Salitil whispered, "one of you will remain at this table forever."
The mercenaries roared, demonstrating that their desire for such a fate was a solid ten out of ten.
"Choose, darling! Choose whoever you want!"
After these words, a strange creature crawled out from behind the throne, resembling a woman with extra limbs, both arms and some paws or claws. Standing up and straightening to her full height, she turned out to be quite attractive, but aggressive and predatory, vaguely resembling a Kaishi or a Northerner. But probably still intelligent.
"Blood... hot, alluring blood..."
"I'll go!" said one of the mercenaries.
"No, I should be the one!"
"Why is that?"
"Calm down! It's her choice, not yours," Salitil laughed. "The most worthy... will die today."
However, these terrible words could not frighten or bring any of the mercenaries to their senses, because they were already thinking about something else.

**Meanwhile, in "The True Empress":**
"Keliandra... ironically, that name was chosen..." said the restaurant owner mysteriously and beckoned Amm into the room behind her.
As soon as the elderly authority disappeared from public view, the snake on the owner's neck lunged forward and bit him painfully on the arm. Yuventius was paralyzed for a short time, but Rettana Veskar managed to take a drop of the snake's blood from its fangs and throw it into a certain cauldron with boiling liquid. After that, she calmly took a bouquet of flowers from the same cauldron, placed it next to Amm, and left with the air that nothing had happened. Oh, these cultist rituals...
**Yuventius Amm receives the Blood Flower Bouquet x1 item**
Yeah, writing on the fly affects the quality of the text; I never would have thought.