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So, it's 17.50, right?

go to the town and see what's going on with Torir. If everything is okay, then consume.

It's great that Alex thoughtfully creates several characters.

Yeah, right.

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Here, by the way, is why mind reading is useful. It's a lifesaver, a broken ability for social interactions. Anyway, what do we do after shopping? Do we leave, or do we ask the merchant something else?

Having finished their business with the caravan, the party continued on their journey and reached the city the next day. Glyneos seemed to be the same as during their last visit, and they could once again visit the market, the Palace of Perfection, the Sun Palace, the hall of swords, sweat, and blood, the Great Library of Glyneos, as well as the tavern.

Oh, alright.

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Since everything is fine with Torir, shall we eat some fruit?

Yes. Everyone will die from poisoning, and only Lok'en will remain.

It will be fun.

I'll draw a landscape with 17 corpses later.

Here, by the way, is why mind reading is useful – for situations like this. It's a lifesaver, a broken ability for social interactions.

Well, firstly, it's a waste of mana to use it for something like that... And secondly, in a pinch, you can just dominate them.

Reading minds is harder than blasting something. But domination can cause a lot of problems.

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Lost in thought, gazing into the distance, Rainhild thoughtfully chewed on a freshly purchased arche fruit from Richard. It was hard to tell from the swordswoman's face if she was experiencing any discomfort. Aldric, however, was still a little hesitant to touch his own. — And how is it? — the jagensorcerer couldn't resist asking. — Is it really that unpleasant?
— I wouldn't say so, — the deytian replied, finishing the last piece. — In fact, I quite liked it. If we had more money, we should buy more.
Despite the answer, Aldric was still not convinced. After all, he couldn't remember a single food that Rainhild didn't like. Nevertheless, he saw no reason to postpone eating the fruit any longer. Sighing heavily, the leader of the "Iron Hearts" gathered his courage and took a large bite of the fruit. In the first few seconds, the taste of arche seemed tolerable to him. However, after that, the jagensorcerer's face contorted into a sour grimace. He knew that trusting his lover's taste was a mistake.
— Ald, are you feeling sick? — Rainhild worried, noticing Aldric's expression. — Don't force yourself if the fruit is causing you such a reaction. I'll gladly finish it for you...
— I'm fine, — although his face reflected pain and suffering, his voice held a grim determination. — Even if arche doesn't strengthen my health, it will at least strengthen my will.
The swordswoman said nothing in response, but simply nodded understandingly and, as it seemed, sighed disappointedly.

When the arche fruits were finished, and Aldric's face was finally able to reflect emotions other than pain, suffering, or extreme disgust, he gave the mercenaries their usual instructions and headed to meet Sharron.

On the way to the Sun-faced boss, Emma, as always, accompanied the leader couple.
- Aunt Rein, Aunt Rein, - she tugged at the woman's garment. - I don't understand... You believed a stranger who could have been a fraud or a villain, risked your health, and ingested an unknown substance. But if you're unlucky, you can't just fix yourselves, broken parts can't be replaced. You might even experience immense physical suffering, permanently lose certain functions, or die. Does the anticipation of power really justify the risk? Or, for example, people are afraid to live in a house where someone has died, or to use a self-propelled carriage, and they try to sell and get rid of them at any cost, but Uncle Rails simply took the armor off a dead man and now wears it. Doesn't that mean the armor is bad and doesn't fulfill its function? Why, in this case, doesn't a person experience an irrational fear of an object that death has touched? And why do we act so illogically? Is it because we are mercenaries and have such a code?

Reinhild had never been particularly impressed by the little mannequin that fancied itself a child. Not that she was generally thrilled with those around her and eager to socialize, but they didn't bother her with their strange questions. However, the swordswoman kept her opinion to herself. "I believed him because even if he was a scammer, he wouldn't have any reason to sell poisoned food to anyone. I've never heard of merchants selling poisonous fruit to their customers. And Richard, it seems, had quite a few of them. Why would he grow so many and then market them as something beneficial? He had plenty of other, perfectly marketable and honest, goods. Moreover, in Heckle, a new source of poison would easily find buyers, and such a strange scheme would only create a lot of ill-wishers. So, at worst, the positive effect of Richard's product would be short-lived," the woman sighed heavily and glanced at the deranged doll again. "And I can't even begin to understand what kind of power you're talking about. The potential ability to get sick less often and live a couple of years longer could interest the vast majority of people. As for things related to death, people usually sell them because death has affected them in some way. Or because life in the house feels empty without the usual resident. And not everyone will sell a house where their loved ones died. Unless the death was the result of some tragic incident. And if the cause of this tragic death was precisely the poor condition of the house, then the desire to get rid of it is more than justified. But Relhiras is in a completely different situation, which has nothing to do with the examples given. And comparing armor to a house is, to say the least, strange. Burtharg's death didn't affect him in any way. And it wasn't related to the fact that the armor was poorly made. He was simply a much more skilled warrior. And, being a practical man, he didn't leave good equipment lying around. But even if this equipment belonged to someone close to Relhiras, he could still use it. Not only out of practicality but also to honor the memory of his fallen comrade. In short, different people put different meanings into such things, depending on the situation." Lock, it's better to ask such questions to someone else. I personally don't enjoy playing the role of Captain Obvious, especially when I'm not the most talkative character.

The half-mad doll listened intently to the detailed answer of the irritated, tired, and naturally taciturn swordswoman and nodded her head in agreement.
- Based on my observations, I thought that a person's personality was simply a set of external characteristics that determine their manner of speech and behavioral patterns, a model range that is severely limited and distributed randomly or deterministically at the time of their birth. But this field of knowledge turned out to be deeper than it seemed at first glance. So far, everything indicates that intelligent humanoid organisms not only are aware of themselves as separate entities but are even capable of self-learning and changing their program settings during their lifetime according to the conditions of the environment. But what is even more surprising is that not everyone is capable of this. I cannot yet draw a conclusion about what lies at the basis of this distinction, and whether one or the other should be considered an anomaly or a variation of the norm. Thank you, Aunt Rein, with your help, I am one step closer to solving my task.

The guard has fallen asleep, and there is no one else around, and tomorrow it will be irrelevant, but here is a convenient role-playing moment. But I heard you.

The merchants didn't arouse Jert's suspicion, at least not a bad feeling. Moreover, Albert managed to haggle a lot of goods from them at a low price. And although after the story of his friend's entrepreneurial failure, the young man might have doubted his ability to choose goods, he continued to sincerely believe in him. Therefore, together with the other members of the group, he agreed to try the unfamiliar fruit. Jert didn't experience any pleasure from consuming it, but the arche was not as bad as it might seem. Perhaps it is simply consumed incorrectly, and it would be more pleasant in a prepared form, for example, as juice or an ingredient in a salad. Or maybe it should be properly baked, maybe it would even be good as a filling for a pie. However, perhaps then it would lose the properties for which it is eaten.

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The cop fell asleep, and there's no one else around, and tomorrow it will already be irrelevant, but here is a convenient RP moment. But I heard you.

I would gladly role-play with you. But my silly Jert is unlikely to be useful for a knowledge-seeking doll.

In the marching camp, reveille was early, but for some, it was even harsher than for the others. Albert approached Tiril's tent and knocked his boot against the ground. "Wake up! Enough sleeping!" "Shhh..." "I said, wake up." "Albert... Albert, I was on patrol last night... Let me sleep." "Hmm, no. I was on patrol with you. And you fell asleep almost as easily on patrol as you do in your tent." "Well, Albert..." "Come on, there's no time for that. I also need to monitor your physical condition, so don't be lazy with me." Finally arriving in town, Tiril saw the others slowly taking out their fruit and ran up to Albert: "Can we have some now?!" "Well... Alright. Considering the time that has passed, our caution was probably unnecessary." "Yes!! More power!!" the young woman exclaimed happily and ran to eat her share. "Don't forget to save the pits!" Tiril ate the fruit, spat the pits into her hand, and, still drooling, put them into Albert's hand as he approached, then ran off. "Ugh... What are you doing...?" her mentor said with a disgusted expression. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief and also took a fruit. "It's okay, Tiril, I won't give up on you so easily," he said more quietly.

The Revant perk didn't benefit anyone, and do you know why? Because perks are useless for the undead! AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

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The effect from the fruits is temporary; you can take a screenshot.