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The wise Uthar looked at Ida as if she were an unreasonable child.
"Sharing our wisdom with them is a given," the alchemist spread his hands. "Who supplies the settlement of Sufferers with bombs and medicine? Who built their catapults and ballistae? We, the Connoisseurs! And now they can't handle their only task... But I won't be surprised if it's our people in the settlement of Sufferers who are doing foolish things instead of working. If you want something done well, do it yourself. I'll give them a surprise with a personal visit."
In the meantime, a tall woman in a tight-fitting robe approaches Uthar. She exudes an aura of special sensuality. Or maybe it's just the bombs hanging on her belt.
"Meet Ida, this is Mahra, my old student," the alchemist put his hand on the woman's shoulder. "An alchemist, grenadier, head of the workshop. A wonderful girl."
The wonderful girl says nothing but glances at Ida. For a moment, her face becomes visible under the hood. A beautiful face."She will be very helpful to us. Grenadiers are the foundation of humanity's survival in a prolonged war against monsters of all kinds and forms," Uthar turned to the faceless warrior-connoisseurs lined up behind him. "And this is our squad. We, the Connoisseurs, are not exactly warriors, but we can read and write. Does that come in handy in battle? Unfortunately, no."
"I know that the main strategic power of the Sufferers relies on our supplies alone. I think everyone knows that. What I don't understand is what role I will play specifically. The merits and advantages of the squad members are obvious. Everyone except me. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? It's not like I haven't held a sword or bombs (who would even give them to me?). I have never seen anything heavier than a kitchen knife. All I can do is read, write, and transfer the effects of alchemical elixirs!"
"Wait," Ida suddenly realized. "Am I going as a guinea pig to test new potions?"
