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🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙

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After some questionable conversations, nine hedonism enthusiasts reach Rampart. Here, their minds are freed from the haze of intoxication, and they fully understand what happened.

– Oh my... now it's clear why there were so many rumors about this mission... and why its essence wasn't properly explained to us!

– Come on! We had a good time!

The mercenaries are well paid for their honest work and the risk to their lives, and after that, exhausted from their games with the Sorcerers, they only need to go their separate ways.
—Don't worry, guys, "one against ten" – even a fool can understand that this is easy money for a royal feast! —the Viking clapped the worker on the shoulder. —Up north, these guys would have gone bankrupt long ago, ha-ha!

Harold didn't dwell on the past, so he didn't even think about what had happened: their village berserkers had done even worse things while intoxicated. He only felt sorry for one thing: they didn't get to have a good fight, but maybe tomorrow.

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