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Unknown attacks Ashura. Hit.
Ashura takes 9999 damage. (-9819/180)

- And is your last name really Demonova? And did they actually accept you somewhere?

Lost in thought about who could have written this message, Ashur headed towards the Temple. Entering inside, he leaves Pizhma somewhere nearby (so that she could come running at his call if needed) and finds the room mentioned.

— Welcome, Ashur, don't be shy, come in, have a seat. — Inside the room, in one of the two chairs facing each other, sat an unfamiliar, already elderly man. His ears were not as short as a human's, but not as long as an Elf's, which indicated that he was a half-blood. — Lumen Diref, pleased to meet you. — At the same time, the noticeable bald spots on his head clearly indicated the human blood that flowed through his veins. His skin tone and facial features spoke of an eastern origin, but the surname was in the Refite style. Overall, his image primarily evoked associations with a "citizen of the world," without belonging to any particular nation or country.

He was short, stooped, thin, and he probably wouldn't be able to do well even in a street fight, but his gaze revealed ingenuity, unwavering self-confidence, and courage bordering on audacity.

- So, is your last name really Demonova? And did they actually accept you somewhere?

— Well... you don't choose your last name, do you?

- Have you ever been shot during such duels? Maybe you just don't know what it's like to get a bullet in the head or heart, that's why you listen to the priest. He has already given reason to doubt what he says. After all, he is just a man, and they are prone to making mistakes. And I doubt even he would approve of you wasting your life and health to entertain wealthy people who crave bloodshed.

— Well, what else can you do? You can’t exactly make a living by scavenging in the trash… No, I’m not judging anyone who lives like that, but… well…

The note contained the following:
"Please, read this later.

I hope you will find these texts helpful.

Message to [adt], chapter [dk], lines [hh:nn]
Message to [slqw], chapter lines [q: ll]
Book of the Servant [weo], chapter [d], lines [w:qw], chapter lines [n:qp]
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Book of the King [skww], chapter [f], lines [ss:mm]

These passages contain answers to your questions regarding those who are prematurely judged and called demons. In particular, it states that one should not judge strangers by their appearance, and people (a general term) should not be evaluated by their appearance until their inner selves are known. And there is no doubt that they are people, just like you and me, because their creator is Risha, but she did not create a single living soul. Lacking the power of Mana, but wanting to change the world in her own way, Risha took souls that only Mana could create ([links]) and placed them in bodies distorted by ugliness, in order to tempt people. Perhaps she had other motives, but we will never know now, and that is what happened.
For more modern sources, written after Risha created chaos, I recommend you read ([links]).
Also, remember that you should trust the authority of books more than the authority of people.

However, I am not saying all this to engage in education (I see that you have already made your choice), but to strengthen you. Thank you for keeping the memory of the slain alive."

Coriel, somewhat embarrassed, either by her own teachings or by Anastastia's personality (it seems that Anya shot Coru before this, although, maybe it was Nolina, I don't remember), carefully handed her the note during their conversation.

Regarding work, you could suggest she join us, rather than engaging in entertaining public killings... Or maybe Ailris could teach her to cook; the restaurant needs cooks, hehe...

Or let Airlis teach her how to cook; restaurants need cooks, hehe...

That's exactly what I was going to do; I was just bothering Revan with questions about it.

Let Coriel shoot her with her staff and avenge Raven, whom she shot.

Let Coriel blast her with her staff and avenge Raven, whom she shot.

Well, let's just start blasting the only person who seems to be thinking straight...
Although, we could ask where the others are hiding and set up an ambush, hmm...

- If you're good at cleaning and doing chores, why don't you become a maid? You won't even have time to spend this money, and sooner or later – and it will be sooner rather than later – death will come for you. Your gentleman will shrug and move on, looking for new puppets to make money from; it's not a big loss, - she returned the paper with an aggressive gesture. - I don't like these conditions, and I don't even think they're legal. Stop this nonsense – it's not appropriate for a respectable woman to be involved in such things. And don't involve others in these fratricidal schemes.

The girl lowers her head guiltily, unable to find anything to say in response.

Regarding the team, you could suggest that she join.

Even if it works, Ples doesn't want to. Although it could give us a ranged unit, which we are sorely lacking...

Meeting such a person in such a place turned out to be a surprise for Ayrlis, even considering what Nao had told her earlier. At first, she was even wary of the girl, but after listening to her stories, she somewhat revised her opinion. After all, the girl was trying to leave her old life behind, although her new career choice could hardly be called successful. "Anastasia, right?" the Kaolian finally interjected. "Are you really sure you want to do this? Kill people for the amusement of others, or, at some point, be killed yourself with the same result? Even for someone with your skills, there is more worthy, albeit not without risks, work as a mercenary in Medivi. But that's not all. You are still young, and your whole life is ahead of you, so why not try something new, something not related to killing? " Ayrlis placed her hand on her chest. "If you agree, I could teach you the basics of cooking. It is not only a pleasant and calming craft, but also useful in life and can become a way to earn a living. Yes, you are unlikely to learn to cook culinary masterpieces right away, but even the basics should be enough to find an honest job. So, what do you say? You can always return to such games," the swordswoman nodded towards the pistol.

If this even works, Ples doesn't want it. Although it could give us a ranged unit, which we are sorely lacking...

Yeah, there are risks associated with loyalty, I can understand that.