Lapistia

- I don't have any opinions, especially about life. And I probably never did. I'm nothing more than a half-corpse, risen somehow and for some reason that's still unclear. At most, all I can expect for myself is the complete destruction of my body in some interesting way. But in this wonderful city, we were accepted, despite our appearance and reputation, and we must repay it by at least basic adherence to the laws. I don't dispute your judgment, and I don't care about some brat. I don't really want any questions to remain after us. But I heard you.
The Knight shrugged and went to look for Iwamoto.
- Treasurer! Oh... Osama, if I'm not mistaken? How's the new job going? How do you like our squad? I remember - you fought bravely that night. You tasted clinical death, right? I know that feeling," James nodded understandingly. "But now you're officially accepted. Listen, treasurer, I need a measly eight hundred linears for personal needs. Don't refuse a comrade.