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The magnificent arena building was impressive to behold – Kalentia had read a lot about such places, and even Gungnir had once told her that it was on the territory of similar structures that she actively practiced the fighting style she had chosen, so the Argalian had always dreamed of seeing one of them in person. And this wasn't even the capital – it was scary to imagine how majestic the arena in Messentzet looks, considering the founder of Serberia's love for such events. But the girl didn't plan to limit herself to just admiring it, and, noticing a notice board, she readily added her name to the list of tournament participants, after which she continued her tour of the city. Her next goal was a flower shop.
I'm signing up for the tournament, and if Heroist gives me another point, I'll read Ivein's book.
At the address indicated in the advertisement, Ryohei discovers a luxurious house. After learning that the young man had come for work, the servant led Ryohei to the mistress – a woman named Miranda. After introducing himself, she asked him to talk about his talents.
— Perhaps you have heard of Aizen von Mariendorf? I work in his clinic in Baldr and am his apprentice, so I know a thing or two about applied medicine. As a doctor, I am attentive and observant. I am also trained in the use of the katana, a traditional weapon from my homeland, so I can defend myself. What else... If necessary, I can blend into the shadows, hiding from unwanted eyes – in this regard, I am more of a self-taught, I practiced in the clinic when a troublesome nurse was on duty.
— I suppose you've heard of Eisen von Mariendorf? I work in his clinic in Baldur and am his apprentice, so I know a thing or two about practical medicine. As a doctor, I am attentive and observant. I am also trained in the use of a katana, a traditional weapon from my homeland, so I can defend myself. What else... If necessary, I can blend into the shadows, hiding from unwanted eyes – in this regard, I am more of a self-taught, I practiced in the clinic when a certain annoying nurse was on duty.
— An apprentice of Count Mariendorf? How wonderful! — The woman rejoiced. — And the annoying nurse, are you talking about Mira, by any chance?
—Yeah. Well, you need to use it quickly, or it will lose its effectiveness... I haven't managed to come up with a recipe with a renewable effect yet, but maybe that's for the best.
—Well, that's not bad at all. And if you invent something like that, you could get really rich! —Renold chuckled. —Okay, thank you very much, we'll take another look around the city and we might come back to you. —He was, of course, thinking about the possibility of using poisons in the arena, if it wasn't prohibited. —So, where to now? —he asked Ilva. —Hmm... let's go to the flower shop. —the girl led the way. —As you wish... In the flower shop, they met Gulveig, greeted the saleswoman, and began to examine the shop's assortment. More precisely, Ilva was mainly looking at the goods, while Renold looked gloomily at the spring sun moving across the sky. —You won't believe it, they sell Raymochka seeds here! —Ilva rejoiced. —And those orange ones can be given to Claudia, I was just thinking about a souvenir. Oh, excuse me, can I also find out what flower represents my heart? —she asked the shopkeeper. —Ilva, we have money... —Renold grumbled, but his sister just waved him off.
— You could say that. Remember, I wanted to move here while the place was vacant? Well, the scoundrel got out of prison sooner than expected, and now all my plans are ruined! I'll have to go back home and figure out what to do about the losses...
-Oooo, h-hello! My name is Anders! Christoph said he would write you a letter...
— Christoph? Who is that?... — The woman looked at Anders suspiciously. — If this is a joke... Well, yes, he did write, I remember that. Um, maybe you should go inside? Or whatever you do in these situations...
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-Yes, about her. — The young man smiled awkwardly. — It's not easy to find a common language with her. -How can I help you?
— What language! It's better not to approach this crazy bitch closer than ten meters, or she might infect you with something or bite you! During my last visit to the clinic, she ruined my mood for the entire time I was there! — The woman shook her head disapprovingly. — Well, what can you expect from her? I once heard that she was kept in the basement for several years, raped, and subjected to all sorts of things, and only thanks to the Count was she able to regain her ability to think clearly after being released, and now she is repaying him for his kindness by scaring away patients! I just can't understand why he keeps her around instead of throwing her out on the street, where she undoubtedly belongs.
— Kristov? Who is that?... — The girl looked at Anders suspiciously. — If this is a joke... Well, yes, he did write something. Hmm, maybe you need to go inside? Or whatever you do in such situations...
-So, Kristov is... Oh, was that a joke? Ah-ha-ha - Anders laughed unnaturally - y-yes, maybe we should go inside... You can call me by my first name, please, we're practically the same age...
They will finally feel the flames Flames that run down through my veins I will make this city burn We're not planning to return
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