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Kamistella nodded in agreement. Due to her curiosity, she wouldn't mind listening to the propaganda of Haran or even... having a conversation with the undead.
– I have a question! – suddenly addressed the zombie, the beautiful sorceress and owner of a rich mansion. – Respected Haranian undead, your offer sounds interesting, and two facts support the idea that it is true: you are undead, and you are speaking coherently. But... where is the guarantee that this is not just a set of words programmed by the aforementioned Sariosa? You don't look very attractive to serve as a walking advertisement for the necromantic services of the Haranian Empire. How will you prove that you are really thinking and existing? And not just carrying out the orders of a powerful sorceress?
Unfortunately, Kamistella didn't know where Mande was located. But, by analogy with Zutishmu, it was probably a city.
– I have a question! – suddenly addressed the zombie, the beautiful sorceress and owner of a rich mansion. – Respected Haranian undead, your offer sounds interesting, and two facts support the idea that it is true: you are undead, and you are speaking coherently. But... where is the guarantee that this is not just a set of words programmed by the aforementioned Sariosa? You don't look very attractive to serve as a walking advertisement for the necromantic services of the Haranian Empire. How will you prove that you are really thinking and existing? And not just carrying out the orders of a powerful sorceress?
Unfortunately, Kamistella didn't know where Mande was located. But, by analogy with Zutishmu, it was probably a city.