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— Well, that's a good thing too, — Blaise agreed understandingly, — I wish you good luck in your quest for fame and your lady love, and I hope that your journey to your dream won't cause any trouble for my city, ha-ha.

Mirastir smiled.
-- Not at all! With your efforts and my prayers to Arteria, neither Clematis nor Airisufiru will be in any danger, I'm sure. Thank you for your kind words, and I also wish you all the best!
/ Apparently, I'm waiting for Neiru to also say a few words to the captain, and then we'll go to the Temple of Arteria or to Elixir, where she wanted to go first. I don't care./

Oh, are you looking for someone to beat Mas-te-R?

/ Oh, are you looking for someone to beat Mas-te-R? /

It seems the first impression was misleading, and Linderia conjured up fantasies based on nothing, imagining what she wanted to see. This is how the sorceress justified her mistake in assessing the old woman's personality. Perhaps the old woman was deliberately pretending, purely for amusement. At least, the sorceress hoped for this scenario. Nevertheless, she decided to act based on the assumption that the alchemist's behavior was not a performance for visitors and that she was genuinely suffering from serious hearing problems. Therefore, Linderia decided to try a different approach: using writing materials and a piece of paper, she wrote their reason for visiting in large, clear letters for herself and her brothers, Bernhard. Of course, there was no guarantee that the old woman's vision problems were not even more severe than her hearing problems, but it was worth a try.

— Excellent. Well then, let's get started. — The trio of summoners led their new acquaintances into the basement. There, they discovered various ritual objects, and the trio began drawing pentagrams, lighting candles, and covering the room with paper talismans, etc. — So, who wants to be the first?

Are they really summoning demons? Or did I make a mistake with the Persuasion skill?

—If you'll allow it, friends. — Rogdan volunteered, burning with impatience.

Don't forget the bonus from the book!

—If you'll allow it, friends. — Rogdan offered, burning with impatience.

No one objected, and the summoners continued their work, doing everything possible to help Rogdan organize the ritual correctly. At one point, the candles went out, and the symbols drawn on the floor and walls lit up. Rogdan's hero was about to appear...


You can enjoy this melody while I sleep, and I'll roleplay tomorrow...

but I was going to write that in my next post...

— Hey guys, wouldn't you want to join the city guard? — the aristocrat asked the griffin couple after their strenuous session.

— As a temporary job, sure, — Shen smiled. — However, the native Nakirians are used to a nomadic lifestyle, and besides, I should somehow help the current chief for saving me once. So, on the one hand, this is probably one of the best offers in my life, and on the other hand, my soul isn't quite ready to accept it yet...

Today's lecture turned out to be a bit more intense than the previous one and revealed some amazing facts about wildlife. After completing the assignment, the teacher told Eve not to plan anything for tomorrow because they would go outside the city.
Eve

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Practical exercises outside the city interested the guy more than theoretical research. Looking forward to tomorrow's outing, Eve decided to take a walk around the city and wandered into the Clockmaker's Workshop

You can enjoy this melody while I sleep, and I'll roll again tomorrow...

I can't perceive it without the sound of the summon itself...
By the way, yesterday I rolled a summer Jeanne for exactly one grand! She probably appreciated my quenta combined with her portrait...

- Hmm... Let's do it this way, - Raphael pointed at the "bottom of the ocean" and the "underwater sage". - We're here for the first time; let's see what the cuisine of Clematis has to offer.
He nodded towards the second table, where Rish, Alm, and Eim were seated:
- The guys get three... "sea dreams," - he smiled at the waitress and Valdemar. - I'll treat them a little. Zaharka has never even been to the sea.

– Fetch me that underwater sage who contemplates the raging storm above his head, my dear. – Valdemar leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. – Yes, I wouldn’t mind paying a thousand airs for just that view. After all, there’s something to be said for aesthetics in this country.
Having fully enjoyed contemplating the interior, Valdemar turned to Raphael.
– Come on, Raphael, tell me everything! This feast will be incomplete if you don’t season it with a tale of your adventures here.

Note: Information about heroes is publicly available, and therefore characters with the "Legends of Vesteria" conviction may easily be aware of it.

When the summoning ritual was over, the drawn symbols stopped glowing, and the candles lit up again, creating a kind of intimate, mysterious atmosphere in the basement of the "summoners' canyon".
— I see it so many times, and I never cease to be amazed! — Finally, Glorius broke the silence.
— Shhh, — Matthew demanded that his friend be silent with a look.
— Ah... — The summoned creature – a girl of fragile build with sad eyes – looked around, resigned to her fate. “And again my spirit is bound to this land permeated with sorrow...” She approached Rogdan and ran her palm across his cheek. “Are you the one destined to wander through this world of suffering, master?”

Congrats!

"Oh," the merchant shook his head. "The adventures are just beginning, my dear friend. That Fury? The one who greeted us at the gate? She's just one of the heads of the local hydra, coiled around the region's wealth. Her fangs are sharpened, and her aim is off – she can't handle either smuggling or terrorism. The others are even worse. The monster raging because it lacks certain… male attributes, and the little brat on the throne who hasn't held anything heavier than a hairpin – he said all this, of course, in a voice loud enough for only the two of them to hear.
“Surprisingly, this works for now – the fat cats are living like kings,” he said as they passed through the gate into a wealthy district. “Can you imagine? Back home, I had to stop under the scorching sun and wait while my guys beat up some vagrant and cleared the way, but here, a plump, complacent fish swims in its aquarium as if it owns the place. That’s the new world for you. Our Baron is thrilled by this extravagance and the aura of a fairy-tale kingdom; we just need to channel his energy in the right direction – the Imperial power promises hard but rewarding work, and most importantly, interesting work. And with the incompetence that surrounds the local government in all areas, talented people like us won't remain unknown for long. That's how I see it, at least.”
He took a sip of his “Sage’s Brew” and paused, savoring the drink.
“The rest is just boring administrative routine. Tell me, what happened to you? Did you just have to sit it out for a day? Everyone kept assuring me that nothing terrible happened, but I won't believe anything until I hear it from you.”

Yes, he's a very good hero for our group. For a while, we can consider ourselves to be relatively safe.