🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙

Dervo spends a long time wandering through the halls of the Museum of Divine History, but, unfortunately, he doesn't learn anything new. He is only drawn away from the cycle of the kingdom's glorious history late in the evening. Meanwhile, with the discerning watermelon connoisseur: Noren buys Albrecht's junk for 202 cetrens and immediately offers to purchase the best orange and red-speckled watermelon in the entire capital for only 150 cetrens. Meanwhile, with Radianta: Radianta receives the most complete and accurate first part of the trilogy, The Rhemic Empire. What will our treasure hunter glean from this story, and what will she learn? Who, if not her, can leave the most insightful review of this work? Meanwhile, in occult places: "You have nothing to fear; we are all brothers and sisters, and we are ready to help in need," Renardo's expression softened. "Go to that place... Find Ranarr-Rezlittern-Rerrenariaron. He knows what to do." With these mysterious words, the master of fiery dance leaves, but leaves Juvenzia a piece of paper with an address and a lovely name. The Suspicious Alley is now available to the character Juvenzia Amm. Meanwhile, with the Necromancers: "I... I... am undead?" Kearak exclaimed. "Indeed," the necromancer nodded. "You have moved to a new level of existence, fox." And there were no more unpleasant sensations... the body felt the same as before, only without the heaviness, without the pain, without any minor problems. However, the Ketsirai had never complained about life; for them, such an improvement might not seem so significant. "Death is a step forward," the necromancer said wisely. "When the time comes for my flesh to die... I will rise as a lich and continue my work! No life is capable of such a thing. And you, fox, are not just some skeleton. You have remained the same, but with some improvements." Kearak pondered. There was definitely some sense in this... if one could ignore how terribly he had died. "What kind of improvements?" "Resistance to all sorts of misfortunes of this world! And, of course, aristocratic greenish pallor!" "Being dead is wonderful!" the student echoed his teacher. "And what are your plans for me?" Kearak narrowed his eyes. "None," the necromancer waved his hand. "Go wherever you want, whenever you want! The most important thing for me is a successful experiment. The Lord would be proud of my work!" Perhaps he was referring to the governor, Sailas, the patron of necromancy in Celia-Mira. Sometimes he was even called the Lord for his incredible talent in the School of Death. "In that case," Kearak remembered his exemplary smile, "the House of Pink Flowers will generously reward you for your help." "That would be nice..." the student blurted out. "The most important thing in the Universe is movement forward. Science and logic, power and pleasure, unity and integrity, six pillars of society. I work for them. But I won't refuse a coin or two... but better – a body!" "I understand. I understand you very well!" Kearak bowed. Soon after, the fox and the necromancers said goodbye. It was time for the undead to return to the capital.