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—A positive outlook on life! —the “journalist” didn’t argue. —Then, I can only wish you even more inspiration. And I dare to hope that at our next meeting, I will be able to learn something else from your rich biography.
—Ha-ha-ha, thank you. Good luck to you too, and most importantly, remember that life is great. As long as your mind is alive, even the darkest night will eventually end and be replaced by a bright dawn. Count Orlov
Early in the morning, Ushumgallu walks to the university. This day is unlikely to be as eventful as yesterday, but there is work to be done.
At the university lecture, Ushumgallu was in for a surprise - due to lessons with Sir Kira, he already knew almost everything he needed, so today he was taught the art of wielding Talvar and received a passing grade for the first part of the military course. AstralLein
Camistella nodded.
—Strangely enough, it was my companion who was shouting, not me... he is pleased with the originality of his manners. Thank you.
The Lunarian sets out in search of Kimchilla.
The Lunarian finds the object of her search in the same place as yesterday, but in a slightly different outfit and in a more cheerful mood. —Ah, Lady Camistella... Good morning. Thank you for yesterday... Nebо
—Oh! 🤗
As a sign of gratitude, Insho kissed Goods on the cheek and, after saying goodbye, headed to the Lodoss farm to see what products they were selling.
“I hope my dearest wife doesn’t kill me...” General Goods thought to himself.
At the farm, everyone was already asleep, so Insho couldn’t see the products.