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🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

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- The self-proclaimed Calcite "king" is the result of certain events that followed the Tournaments. At least half of us know how it happened, right? - Erika's gaze was directed towards Ushumgall and "Zibabu."
- In short, it's the result of some unknown magic. This "king" is just a sea robber who deserves to be hanged...
- The dwarf is concussed; I'll make him smile from ear to ear when I see him, - he angrily kicks some pebble, imagining that face in its place. - I just need to get through a hundred guards. I hope "sir" will help with this (no).
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– I have a mansion, and it's in Enlil, which is the furthest from the war. There's plenty of space there. We can make it the headquarters of the Nephiria rescue squad, – Camistella reluctantly suggested. – But I will ask you to treat my property with respect.
- Good idea, no one will interfere there, and it's "still" not close to the fronts.
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—For some reason, it seems to me that if we want to go on a leisurely cruise somewhere in Margel, we should do it right now. —he comments on the conversation between Erika and Genza. —Now, the news of the Calcite attack will reach the center, and the last places will be taken by refugees, and then battleships will completely block the bay. And we will be left with a very interesting path through the southern wastelands. And yes, assuming we want to jump into this last departing train, there will definitely be no opportunity to return to Asuguh for some time. —he finishes the thought with a distinct bitterness in his voice.
"I hope I manage to finish my business while he's reading his books" - a mental sigh.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.