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Considering the libido of the local residents, Heroist, Tsondokh Syzeb will recover from this quickly.

Could you guys skip me for a bit? I need to go say goodbye to a friend before he leaves.

Go ahead.

Nebok, I think I had 1 gold left? I'll take the "Armor Proficiency" skill.
-- Okay, I'll take a walk.
Leroy went to "Ideal" and asked if he could sell his old armor and sword for any price.

Nebok, I think I had 1 OU left? I'll take Armor Proficiency.

Okay.

-- Alright, I'll take a walk.
Leroy went to "Ideal" and asked if he could sell his old armor and sword for any price.

Leroy was told that they could buy the sword for 300 sen, and the armor for 800 sen.

I could ask the owner for more money. Sigh...

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they can buy a sword for 300 sen

Don't they sell the exact same one for 100?

With your adventures, Tio'lasu is in for a tough day at work... And night... Just don't get angry with him, he was young, and he needed money.

-- Excellent, I'll take it. -- Leroy's gaze lingered on the lion-head helmet. -- And I'll also take "Ajacber's Fury."
Didn't they say they'd award 15 points for reaching the final?

Oops, I forgot to spend my money. Hey, can any random guy use those scrolls?

Don't they sell the exact same one for 100?

That one has damage, the price is to the right.

-- Excellent, I'll buy it. -- Leroy's gaze fell on the lion-head helmet. -- And I'll also take "Aja'ber's Fury."
Didn't they say they haven't credited the 15 points for the final yet?

I'll calculate it.

Oh, I forgot to spend the money.
Nebas, can any random person use the scrolls?

Hmm, I forgot to add the intelligence requirement. It should be at least 35.

The damage and cost are to the right.

Sorry, 5 perception.

I will gradually reveal the events.

- Hello, Waren.
- Oh! Hello, Lord Teir. I didn't expect to see you here. You rarely visit.



- Business. Did you bring the drinks?
- Yes, sir, my guys have already unloaded everything. As always, the highest quality.
- I haven't doubted your alcohol for a long time.
- Thank you, sir, it's very nice to hear that from you.
- Alright, you can go.
- Okay, sir, have a good day.
- You too.

Ten minutes after Waren left Giriza's underground tavern, someone knocked on the door.

- What kind of troll came? - the guard asked, as usual.
But no one answered his question. Instead, the uninvited guests broke down the door and killed the questioner. Then they burst into the room.



Almost everyone inside was killed, including Teir - the elder great-grandson of Mayor Tsonondh Siseba. Some lucky ones managed to escape. But they will hardly ever forget this day and the bloody mess that the iron golems arranged in Giriza's tavern.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city...

Ah, there's nothing to buy. Even potions, like those made by Kosh, are already crafted.

It's hard to find someone capable of bravely facing death, and Krailos was no exception. He occasionally recalled distant events from ten years ago, during his time in the legion, and each time he asked himself only one question: what made him flee the battlefield? Why did he refuse to die with his comrades? What was it that made him stay alive?
And only now, as he signed up for his last assignment, the mercenary unexpectedly realized the difference between his past and his current situation. Back then, he dreamed only of exploits and great achievements that awaited him. He had no doubt that he would succeed in his service. He led a proper lifestyle, despised drunkards and losers. He considered himself better than others. And he valued his own life above all else.
But now everything was different. His selfishness had not disappeared, but only by becoming one of those he had once disregarded, he realized that, ultimately, human life is invaluable. Invaluable in the simple sense that it is worth nothing in itself. Everything ultimately leads the living to the same end, which means there is little point in worrying about the future, which cannot be controlled anyway.
Pushing aside the empty mug, Krailos crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the tavern ceiling. It wasn't even a premonition, but a simple logic that told him about the danger of the adventure he had gotten himself into. Starting with the exorbitantly high payment and ending with the criteria for selecting adventurers that did not match it. And that strange conversation in the administration. Without a doubt, it would be very difficult for someone like him to return alive. But now, the former legionnaire understood that it was this kind of risk that he had been waiting for, aimlessly wandering through this dead world. An opportunity that would finally answer the question that had been tormenting him for so long: should he have died then, with his head held high, with hopes and confidence in a bright future? And if not, then this will be his last job. Alive or dead, but he will not run anymore. Because running away from oneself makes no sense. Whether it's this city or the nearest one, it will be his last stop on his life's journey. And the upcoming assignment will be the final chord in this gloomy concert of life and death.
Rising from the table, he headed out to find Varen. There was still some time left before leaving Tson-Donk-Siseba.

Ah, there's nothing to buy. Even potions like Cat's are already crafted.

A ring of frost, a sword against entities, or resurrection spells. Nebok, it seems, still hasn't given you the money for the bets and the prize in the tournament.

I missed the bets (and the one for 5k, which was just a joke, unfortunately), so I only have a little over 3k left. It's barely enough for a resurrection ring (actually, it's not enough because of the unfavorable exchange rate), but I think Ment wanted it, right?

It seemed to me that he was eyeing the other two. Besides, there's the classic mermaid, which costs about the same.