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After entering the church and performing all the necessary rituals related to their faith, Mirastiru and Viola had the opportunity to enjoy the splendor of the surrounding interior. The priestess they had observed earlier was sitting on her knees in front of the statue of Arteria, seemingly praying.
Here, one could purchase illuminated talismans for a nominal fee of one jewel, and also learn about the popular priestesses of Arteria of our time – their strength largely depended on the support of their followers, who endowed them with the power of their faith, and therefore this was undoubtedly a very important aspect. Not far from the information board were various "goods" thematically related to the priesthood.
In another part of the building was a library, where one could learn about Queen Reginleif and the current Valkyries.
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—Oh, it's quite lively here. — Rogdan noted. —But don't worry, I'm here on another matter and will try not to take up too much of your time. —He paused briefly, then continued: —Baron Rogdan Kraffmeyer from Royental, son of Ridrich Kraffmeyer, historian, scholar, archaeologist, and one of the founders of the Golden Griffin mercenary company! The fact is that my comrades and I have only recently arrived in your beautiful country, and therefore I would be extremely grateful for assistance with the official registration of our company, or for pointing me to the appropriate place where my request could be considered. —He finished his speech with a dazzlingly friendly smile.
—Uh-huh, uh-huh, I see, — Milos nodded, listening to Rogdan, pretending to be interested, — well, if you're looking for local work at the level of "fetch and carry," you don't need to register with us; you should go to the workers' guild. But if you're planning to take on government contracts, you'll have to provide us with some information. — The man took several forms to fill out from the drawer of his desk. — Here, fill in all, I repeat, ALL the information about your griffin that is possible. Names of your previous employers, where you have been, what work you have done, and so on. Then, a complete list of all members of the organization — their names, where they are from, what they can do. I think this is obvious, and I don't even need to remind you, but they should all have their documents in order. Have each of them sign next to their name. Don't forget to also indicate where you plan to stay overnight so that we can easily contact you. When you're done, bring the completed forms back to me, and then we'll see what happens. If you interest the government, they will let you know. Who knows, maybe the commander-in-chief or even the Empress herself will want to use your services! — Having said this, Milos couldn't help but chuckle. — Excuse me, I shouldn't give you false hope.
After entering the church and performing all the necessary rituals related to their faith, Mirastir and Viola had the opportunity to enjoy the magnificence of the surrounding interior. The priestess, whom they had observed earlier, sat on her knees before the statue of Arteria and was praying about something.
Here, one could purchase illuminated talismans for a symbolic fee of one jewel, and also learn about the popular priestesses of Arteria today – their strength largely depended on the support of their followers, who endowed them with the power of their faith, and therefore this was undoubtedly a very important aspect. Not far from the information board were various "goods" thematically related to the priesthood.
In another part of the building was a library, where one could learn about Queen Reginleif and the current valkyries.
"If I had such a talisman, I wouldn't be tossed around the world so much," Mirastir thought and decided to buy one.
—Oh, no need to apologize,” replied the adventurer. “Maintaining order here must be quite a hassle. I hope I don’t end up on the receiving end of your… forceful methods, Rish…? Forgive me if I misheard your name. —He smiled warmly. —But yes, I’ve only been in town with my companions for a day, and I was looking for a place to get something to eat and spend the night. And maybe hear the latest News…
—Risha Cross! —the girl stated confidently. —Some people, because of the name, sometimes mistake me for some ancient seductress, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. The blood that flows through my veins is ordinary, red, not blue, ha-ha. —The girl led Zerek to one of the free tables. —A bed here will cost you only 5 air, but unfortunately, you’ll have to share a room with other guests. Although, if you say you arrived with companions, maybe that won’t be a problem for you; they probably won’t be as loud as the local loudmouths. —Saying this, Risha smiled radiantly. —So, here you go, the menu:
Live Oysters with a Lemon Wedge [30 air] 5% chance to lose 500 experience points (static value, once a month) 10% chance to gain 750 experience points (static value, once a month)
Fried Eel with Rice [40 air] 3% chance to gain +1 to Strength (once a month) 3% chance to gain +1 to Dexterity (once a month)
Squid Rings with Salad [35 air] 5% chance to gain +1 to Dexterity (once a month)
Boiled Octopus [80 air] 6% chance to gain +1 to Intelligence (once a month) 3% chance to gain +1 to Endurance (once a month) 1% chance to gain +1 to Beauty (once a month)
Ilencia was stunned with amazement, and if it weren't for her acquaintance with Rogdan, she would have probably hurried to leave the shop to avoid dealing with yet another eccentric. —Hello. ...God-eater, you say? — she looked at the little man appraisingly. —I just came to browse the selection... Well, show me what you have.
The young man eagerly began to showcase the shop's assortment, describing each item in detail.
— I apologize,” one of the guards replied, “but we are not supposed to know this information.
- I’m sure you need to find out in the government building or wherever Rogdan went,” the knight thought. - It probably won’t be easy to get it. - Maybe it would be easier to send one of the girls here? - Scipio suggested. - Yes, I think you’re right, although I would like to see the books myself. - Okay, let’s go to the bar, the others are probably already there. - Maybe we should stop somewhere along the way? I want to see the city a little.
going to the astrologers
Be strong. Believe
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Trying to recall the city map, a frustrated Darbon couldn't think of anything better than heading to Salamandra.
Salamandra turned out to be very noisy. Perhaps even louder than in "Floating Wave," where Zerek, Darbon's companion, had gone. But at least no objects were thrown at him here, and overall, people behaved relatively decently, if not for the all-consuming hustle and bustle typical of such a popular place in the center of the city. An elf girl, unfamiliar to the already elderly sorcerer, approached him. "Grandpa," she said to him with a radiant smile on her face, offering her hand to help the elderly man, as she thought, get to one of the tables, "is this your first time here?"
For his first attempt at exploring the city, the guy chose “Titan” because he considered the training hall to be the most interesting place for him.
To the possible disappointment of the traveler, there was almost no one in the training hall right now. All the exercise equipment seemed to be bored, waiting for someone to use it, and the wrestling area was lost in its own emptiness. Nearby, on one of the mats, lay a sleeping guy – a very well-built young man. Judging by the hoarse sounds coming from his nose, he was dozing off.
- Yves der Miesel, - the Serberian introduced himself and shook the man's hand, glancing around at the interior, which he greatly appreciated. - You have decorated this place wonderfully. Tell me, do you only spend time here in a cultured manner and sell goods, or do you perhaps organize tournaments or courses?
— It varies, depending on who we find here in a given year, - Dalion admitted, - in the year of the current Empress's coronation, many people gathered in Clematis, and among them, of course, were many hunters of various kinds, from professionals with rich experience to mere amateurs, and therefore, it was possible to organize a grand tournament in hunting game outside the walls of the empire without any problems. But last year... — Dal, he doesn't need to know that, - the masked guy interjected, - otherwise we'll never recruit new members. — No, I won't allow myself to hide the truth from people. - The man returned to the conversation with Yves. - Last year, we had many newcomers, young and old enthusiasts who wanted to dedicate themselves to the craft of hunting, but a great tragedy occurred, and none of them survived. Therefore, now there are only three of us here, plus a couple of acquaintances who sometimes visit the city. — Well, that's what I mean, - the second one interjected again, - with such a small number of people, you can't really organize any tournaments or courses. Meanwhile, the Asterian girl listened attentively and silently to the men's conversation, while also cleaning her daggers.
— Uh-huh, uh-huh, I see, — Rogdan listened to Rogdan, nodding and pretending to be interested, — well, if you're only looking for local jobs, like running errands, you don't need to register with us; you can go to a local guild for that. But if you're planning to take on government contracts, you'll have to provide us with some information. — The man took several forms out of a drawer and handed them to Rogdan. — Fill out all the information about your griffin, I repeat, ALL the information you can. Names of your previous employers, where you've been, what kind of work you've done, and so on. Then, a complete list of all members of your organization — their names, where they're from, what they can do. I think that's obvious, and I shouldn't even have to remind you, but they should all have proper documentation. Have each of them sign next to their name. Don't forget to also indicate where you plan to stay overnight so that we can easily contact you. When you're done, bring the completed forms back to me, and then we'll see what happens. If you interest the government agencies, they will let you know. Who knows, maybe the commander-in-chief or even the Empress herself will want to use your services! — After saying this, Milos couldn't help but chuckle. — Sorry, I shouldn't give you false hope.
While Milos was elaborating on the details of the required information, Rogdan took out one of his many notebooks, tore out a sheet, and carefully smoothed it out, then began to write down all the information so as not to miss anything, nodding his head in time with the civil servant's words. —Oh, don't worry! — he commented on the worker's last statement. — Our name will soon be known to everyone, you can be sure of that! After collecting the forms, the baron was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something: —Um, Mr. Milos, one more question... The thing is, we have three equal leaders in our organization. Could this fact affect the order of filling out the forms and signing them?
— Risha Cross! — the girl stated confidently. — Some people confuse me with some ancient seductress because of my name, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I have simple, red blood flowing through my veins, not blue, ha-ha. — The girl led Zerek to one of the free tables. — A bed here will cost you only 5 airs, but unfortunately, you'll have to share a room with other guests. Although, if you say that you've arrived with companions, maybe that won't be a problem for you; they probably won't be as loud as the local boisterous people. — After saying this, Risha smiled radiantly. — So, here's the menu:
—Zerek, nice to meet you, Risha. — the adventurer said. — Yes, the seafood here is excellent. — he added, looking at the menu, when he suddenly stopped: — Oh, are the prices here in the local currency? I read something about that in the newspaper the other day. If I remember correctly, there's some kind of high tax on payments in jewels, isn't there?
The young man enthusiastically began to show the assortment of the store and talk in detail about each item.
Most of the equipment didn't impress Ilensia too much, except for the loud names, although it couldn't be called low-quality. —Well, listen, you've got some nice stuff here, but the cool things are too expensive for me right now, sorry. — she said. — By the way, do you know if there's a place in town where I can practice with a sword, like a training ground or an arena?
Darbon didn't like noise and bustle, but over the years of wandering, he had somehow gotten used to it: a crowd of people always meant more begged money. Now, of course, the situation was completely different.
— Grandpa, — she said to him with a radiant smile, offering her hand to help the elderly man, as she thought, walk to one of the tables, — is this your first time here?
—Yes, t-thank you. — the mage mumbled, accepting the elf's help. "And I'm not that old. In Roentale, they say that pensions are only paid from the age of 65. And even then, they're not really paid." — I just wanted to eat and rest...
- With your mind – Nysan, with your heart – Raphael! And my heart is open today and filled with exciting warmth at the thought that we will see Inar again after such a long separation. Are we on time? Is he here?
“In short, Nyphael, it’s clear.” The elf paused for a moment. “Hmm, I initially wanted to just make a witty joke, but now it seems like it sounds pretty good. I recommend you seriously consider changing your nickname. Okay, follow me; let's not keep Lord Inar waiting for you and your... uh... wife? Never mind. Let's go.”
Inside Raphael’s estate, Linderia was in for a shock – the interior of the house was completely different from what it looked like from the outside. Entering the room where the host awaited them, one could think they were not in Airisufir or Lisliar, where the owner came from, but in distant Myrae. Moreover, there was almost nothing in the room itself, especially anything rich or luxurious! There was a stand for a samurai sword, a low table, four cushions for sitting on the floor, a tea set, and a couple of inconspicuous cabinets in the "paper" room. On the floor, near the sword stand, sat the master of the house himself – Inar Anluki.
“Inarka, Sir Nysan is here with his wife.”
The owner of the estate rose from the floor, deftly turned around, and Nysan was greeted by a familiar face that had aged only slightly due to the relentless winds of time, the lower part of which, as always, was hidden under dark fabric, concealing the severe burns that Inar suffered in his youth, years full of dangerous adventures.
“Hello, Nysan.” The man approached the guest and hugged him tightly.
— Inarka, Lord Nifaël and his wife are here to see you.
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"If I had such a talisman, I wouldn't be traveling the world so much," Mirastir thought and decided to buy one.
— May the Goddess smile upon you and your loved ones,” said the girl selling talismans, and it soon became clear that the additional tax on jewels for church goods and services did not apply. — All the best!
Talisman I. The Goddess of the sea painted in sunlight.
When worn, increases the effectiveness of the selected characteristic by 5% per point of piety, excluding faith and beauty.
+5% resistance to curses per point of piety.
+1% chance (limit: 10%) per point of piety to receive +1 to one of the three least developed characteristics each time a prayer is read (limit: once a day).
-2% damage received from followers of other beliefs per point of piety.
+1% chance (limit: 10%) per point of piety to gain 100 experience points each time a prayer is read (limit: once a day).
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