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Insho was still feeling down, remembering the rider, so the comment didn't really bother her. She just lit a cigarette and gave the commenter a rude gesture 🖕.
After getting home, the lunar elf takes a bath, gets herself together, and heads to the Guild of Arts.
- But magic is also something "supernatural," right? And what about the mages of Shingen? There's a whole guild based there. Are they all "a danger to the world"? Can their agents be caught on the street, "knocked out" with some kind of device, and have all their clothes taken away? - Erika asked, confused.
- Comrades, yes... - Asmidulik said, looking dejected. - Thank you for the good advice. If fate decrees it, let it be my "main task." - After expressing this incomprehensible thought, he couldn't hold back a sleepy yawn. - ... Perhaps I can go to bed with that motto. And anyway, you've kept me talking for too long...
- There are many ideas, but the main thing is not to harm Kimchilla in the process of implementing them, - said the lunar elf. - I really want to prove the dark side of these self-proclaimed "scientists," whom the church dungeons are probably crying for, but there is no time to gather information, so, alas. What if you draw a portrait of Kimchilla, and I create something for it... ah, there's no time for that either: the fans of scientific progress have already come to her house. The only thing left is to just go to her and talk. If it doesn't work, then at least I tried. If it does work, that's great. In any case, Kimchilla loves flattery and doesn't suffer from self-flagellation. We need to convince her that she is better than some kind of sultry dream of the king, which even the best minds of the kingdom cannot comprehend! That trying to adapt to something unknown will only repeat the story with the king's indifference and finally plunge her into the depths of depression. I can speak beautifully, and you can speak without offending, directly. Together, we should achieve something! Maybe we'll get lucky... and the "scientists" are there for another reason, and we'll just drop in... for tea. Although I don't believe in such luck. That's the idea, Mr. Phainéant.
The strange duo returns to the house, near the gates of which Kamistella stood just two hours earlier.
- Who's there? - asks the guard. - Lady Kimchilla is very busy right now, come back later!
- Greetings, Holiness. A wonderful place... It feels like home, only much better.
There was something especially familiar and comforting about this place. The goddess and the priestess reminded him of all the women of Calcite at once, except for mortal flaws and with the addition of a spark of divine perfection.
The memory of the fact that a foreign entity now sits on the Calcite throne made him nauseous. Ushumgallu let out a sad sigh of nostalgia.
He was not a religious man, and Shiris inspired him with no less respect than Nammu Ai, but due to the rituals, Ushumgallu believed with the simplicity of a savage. Having sacrificed 35 rem, the Calcite man asks the goddess to smile and grant him wisdom on his future path.
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- Maybe even more. Your Velfer, for example, on a whim, altered the chronology in a backward world; perhaps they did the same before. Or maybe it's the other way around - our world is 500 years old, but all the data was erased after the planetary bombardment of 812, and a new history was invented to somehow calm the people. At first glance, it sounds stupid, but personally, I prefer to think broadly. We don't know all the truth.
- Hey, bro, she's not a plank, - Ghenza makes a gesture at chest level to remind his friend how much she is not a plank. - Not like in that photo that Shiri sent me a couple of hours ago, but you know, she has her own charm. I can easily imagine myself taking her and... well, never mind, - he lights a cigarette.
- But you read my mind. It's a little sad after everything I said to the boss and the words he said to me, not to become a king, but somehow... I don't know, even becoming a soldier doesn't seem cool. Especially after that incident in Ninike, it feels like that won't be enough. Maybe they'll teach me some cool tricks? Ha! Ha! - he makes a gesture in the air, as if knocking people out with one finger, almost catapulting the cigarette. - But, - he stops, looking at Girre with maximum seriousness. - I remember our agreement, we both perfectly understand what determination lies behind it. But nevertheless - now is your chance to back out, if you want, there I don't know... go be an artist, for example, if that's really what your heart desires. Neither I nor the guys will consider that empty words. It's a big decision, you understand.