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Poll 1: Who would you like to see as the heir to the throne, and why?
Poll 2: What can you say about the empire, both good and bad? (question for foreigners)

The secretary's response didn't offer much to the Tanarian. She was still torn between two options. - Can you tell me anything about Mr. Belling? I assume he's a well-known figure, considering he managed to secure funding for such an expedition.

The girl seemed a little worried. It would have been much easier for her to answer the second questionnaire, but it turned out to be unavailable to her. She had never been interested in politics. During her lessons, they tried not to discuss this topic, except for basic educational points; everything else was considered unnecessary for a lady from high society. And in her free time, it was uninteresting and unnecessary.
- It's a little difficult to answer the first questionnaire. But I think it's still Thiary Reim.
At least, her father often mentioned him, and as far as the elf could remember, it was in a positive context.

— One glass of "Aurora," please. — He spoke, however, in perfect Reimi without any accent.

— Coming right up, — Halmeldir replied and began preparing the cocktail. — Just passing through from the Celestial Realm? — the elf asked amiably.

— No, — the foreigner replied curtly.

the answer
The elf didn't continue with questions, noticing that the stranger didn't seem eager to chat, so he simply placed a glass of Aurora in front of him. - 20 Rumies, - said the elf.

if the prices are already indicated somewhere, then I won't say anything

The foreigner placed money on the bar counter, took a drink, and sat down at one of the tables in the hall that could accommodate four people. About fifteen minutes passed, after which another visitor joined him. Halmeldir had seen him somewhere before... After discussing something, the two ordered an "Aurora" and an "Iris," with optional alcohol. Added 6 minutes later

The secretary's response didn't give the Tanarisi much information. She was still torn between two options.
- What can you tell me about Mr. Belling? I assume he is a well-known person since he managed to secure funding for such an expedition.

— Lord A. Belling is a marquis who owns Krasnogorie and the county of Elean. He finances this expedition himself; the mayor of Calvada only helps him recruit competent personnel.

After discussing something, the two ordered an "Aurora" and an "Iris" with optional alcohol.

Having fulfilled the order, the elf brought it to the customers, one of whom he had already seen earlier that day. Returning to the bar, the bartender continued his work, occasionally glancing at the curious couple.

Having received a small but pleasant payment for the survey, Livia, following the recommendations of the locals, first rented a room for a week at the "Ivory" hotel. The price was very attractive. However, she didn't bother to check where she would be sleeping. Instead, she went to the "Eternity" bookstore. - Hello. I heard you offer jobs?

Having completed the order, the elf delivered it to the customers, one of whom he had already seen earlier that day. Returning to the bar, the bartender continued his work, occasionally glancing at the curious couple.

— You know, — Halmeldir was close enough to the bar to hear the conversation of the two customers, — I think your name is more suitable for some kind of rogue than for a member of the upper class in this country, especially the son of a duke.
— I can't argue with that, — the aristocrat agreed, slowly sipping his "Iris." — Unlike other ducal families, only our family's surname was based on the name of the region entrusted to the first duke of these lands, my distant ancestor. He admired the imperial family, and when he finally received the long-awaited title, he decided to follow the example of Lapis Reima, the first king. As for my name... My father wasn't very imaginative and decided to name his firstborn son after a classic dance from our region.
— Seriously? — The foreigner was both surprised and amused. — What an idiot.
— Ha, should you really speak like that? This man is a duke; in this country, only the emperor is above him. You could be punished for such disrespect.
— Luckily, I am not a citizen of this country, and your etiquette does not apply to me.
— As tedious bureaucrats like to say, ignorance is no excuse.
— Pfft... — The foreigner finished his drink. — Are you done with your business in Calvada?
— Yes.
— That's good. I've been meaning to ask you for a long time — why are you doing this yourself? Wouldn't it be easier to send a trusted person to carry out these tasks?
— I don't think so. It's best to handle these things myself, not to mention that I don't trust anyone.
— I didn't know you were paranoid.
— It's not about paranoia. Even if a person has good intentions, it doesn't necessarily mean that he will handle the task assigned to him in the best way.
— I see. Nevertheless, perhaps you should still have a bodyguard or two with you.
— No need. If some madman decides to shoot me in the head in front of the whole city, no guard will help me.

+1 skill point to Imperial Sword Mastery
+1 skill point to Imperial Military Academy

/ At the same time, or over two turns? /

- Hello. I heard you're hiring?

— Yes, that's right. We need an extra salesperson for a week or two. The residents of Calvada love to read this time of year.

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/ At the same time or over two time skips? /

At the same time, once.

— Yes, that’s right. We need an extra salesperson for a week or two. The residents of Calvada enjoy reading during this time of year.

- In that case, I would like to apply for this interesting position as soon as possible! If possible...

I'm skipping all seven days. Haha.

Halmeldir realized that these two were planning to do something dangerous, at least for themselves. They would definitely use that strange amulet from the shop for their purposes, the one the duke's son bought. But what exactly did the couple have in mind? The elf found it difficult to even guess, and it wasn't his business.
Returning to wiping glasses, the former officer turned to Lyra and asked about discounts for staff.

After a brief interview, Livia was informed, to her regret, that she was not a suitable candidate.