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— Very fast and powerful, jumps very high and far, can tear a person apart with its bare hands. Very agile and observant, easily dodges shots and traps. Has a nasty habit of throwing its own poisonous feces at hunters. Ordinary members of this species are less dangerous, but they are no less agile and aggressive. If you are interested in more detailed information, I recommend purchasing a bestiary about the animals and monsters of Airisufir, of course, if you are familiar with zoology.

Eve looked at the picture with interest and listened to Dalion.

- I didn't have enough specialization points and skill points for zoology. I'm not familiar with it. Unfortunately. What is the cost of the book and is training possible?

Mirastir checks everyone.

It seems that checking such a journal counts towards the limit for reading books.

/ Hmm (Well, if that's the case, I'll wait for an answer about the hair first. /

4 (dressed appropriately)

Even though she's only wearing a bikini top...
The cop gets it.

/This is Mirastir's logic, just so you know. I would prioritize the blonde in the hat and dress, regardless of other factors./

Raphael shook his head with a smile – Leia was sweet, but not very tactful, as always, and he was glad that Linderia did not have a hot-tempered character.
- It's a little surprising, but not unexpected, - the old friend commented, taking a seat. - Although I'm a little late with this congratulations, may your marriage be as sweet as Rishi's singing under the full moon. I suppose... Well, knowing your romantic nature, I'm almost sure of it.
He nodded at some random memory that flashed through his mind.
- I can't help but notice how ascetic your current lifestyle looks.

— Ha-ha-ha, — Inar couldn't help but laugh, and as the elf poured him tea, he gave her a strong slap on the back, causing her to drop the teapot, but, fortunately or by design, the owner of the house deftly caught it and firmly held it in his hands, without spilling a drop, — so what are you doing, misleading people for no reason. Fortunately, Leia and I are not bound by marriage...
- What do you mean, fortunately?! — Leia folded her hands together and pouted. — Aha, I see! I understand!
- What do you understand, silly? — he asked good-naturedly.
- That you prefer some slave girl when there are all sorts of empresses and princesses in the city!
- Oh, Arteria... — As far as Nisan could remember, Inar Anluki had never been particularly pious in the past, and even less so a follower of the Arterian faith. The owner of the house pulled the disgruntled elf closer and sat her on his lap. — Nisan, Lady Orphidia, I apologize for this spectacle. — Taking advantage of the moment, Inar personally filled the guests' cups with freshly brewed tea. — Where should I start to answer your question? When I left Lisliar, I freed all my slaves, handing them over to the followers of Arteria. Well, all except Leia, she for some reason didn't want to leave and preferred to stay with me. — Having finished this sentence, Inar patted the girl on the head. — Of course, I didn't want to get involved with the church, so I had to work hard, figuratively speaking, to find someone who would remove the slave mark from her without asking too many questions... — The former slave trader happily took a sip from his glass. — If you think that I did all this because of some sudden enlightenment or a feeling of shame for past deeds, then no, that's not the case. It is true that I eventually grew tired of the slave-owning system in Lisliar, but I don't think that the world should bend to my personal standards and desires, so instead of engaging in stupid and unfounded subversive activities in Lisliar, a country that hardened my character and brought me prosperity, I simply found a more comfortable place to live and, eventually, moved here, where I met people from the "Lunar Princess", whose culture I later became interested in. I decided to give up my attachment to material possessions, Nisan, — Inar confessed calmly, without any fanaticism, — if my house burns down today and all my property is destroyed or confiscated, it will not affect the quality of my life. As long as I have a trusty sword at my side and a strong spirit in the depths of my soul, this life will not break me.
- Well, well, — Leia's face showed noticeable skepticism, — he's not interested in material possessions here, but when we get into bed, there's so much enthusiasm and creativity that it's just amazing... Your soul must be somewhere around your pelvis.

Did you mean a redhead girl in a hat?

Did you mean a redhead girl in a hat?

/ Venetian (ginger) blonde./
/ Revan, is the book limit usually one per month?/

Well, if that's the case, I'll wait for an answer about the hair first.

Gray.

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/Revan, is the book limit usually one per month?/

One, unless there are any bonuses.

Ment, some probably dye their hair to avoid being recognized. You'll have to invite every person you meet to the bathhouse.

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Although, they won't go; they'll give her away as a Sylvan.

they might even go for it for the sake of Ment

"May Artery guide me to the right choice," Mirastir thought and picked the fourth one. They were all supposed to be good, of course, but deep down, the gladiator wasn't particularly fond of gray hair, as it was a bitter reminder of his fruitless searches, which didn't bring the wandering warrior any closer to his goal. He was immensely grateful to the priestess who helped him enter the Temple, but in the end, he decided that it was wrong to base his opinion on subjective experience rather than on objective knowledge gleaned from books. Oh, that's probably how Demigod would reason if he were here. In short, confusing himself with these attempts to emulate his teacher and reasoning that all priestesses must be good anyway, he chose the fourth one, who dresses appropriately.

Cop, some people probably dye their hair to avoid being recognized. You'll have to invite every person you meet to the bathhouse.

There's a whole cafe full of white-haired people here. There's no point in disguising yourself in Airisufir.
And true Sylvans even have horns

The spectacle of "four" didn't bother Anlaki Lindernia at all – watching Inar and Leia argue was quite amusing. However, it was difficult to judge anything specific from the sorceress's face – she hid her emotions behind a polite smile. After thanking the estate owner for pouring the tea, the sorceress silently listened to his story to Raphael, occasionally taking sips from the glass. The life story of the former slave owner seemed quite curious to her, although she found some elements of his worldview rather strange. However, she didn't plan to talk about it with Inar – it would be extremely impolite, especially from her position. Besides, it was a meeting of two old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time and were now catching up. And Lindernia's presence, in essence, was reduced to the role of a silent observer. However, she wasn't against it.

Raphael listened to the story with a pounding heart. The incredible romantic tale of the struggle between inner ideals and the oppressive environment deeply touched him, to the point that he almost forgot that he hadn't added the seventh cube of sugar to his tea.
- Amazing... - he whispered. His imagination conjured up monstrous and beautiful scenes of the protagonist's inner turmoil: fleeing under the cover of night, in a rickety carriage bouncing along a bumpy road, filled with silent, frightened people; overcoming living human and legal obstacles, sometimes with a ringing coin, and sometimes with the razor-sharp edge of a Mirai blade, from which gusts of wind tear and carry away drops of blood; wandering under a low-pulled hood through ominous, threatening alleys, smoky taverns, and black markets, full of fierce, warty, and toothless thugs...
Coming to his senses, he mechanically took a sip from his cup and grimaced - the tea was already cold, and there was clearly not enough sugar.
- I wouldn't believe any other person, - he finally said. - But in the terseness of your style, I anticipate something much greater... I can't judge you - our society is very traditional in these matters. Remember that idiot, hmm... I can't remember his name anymore. Who wrote "Are Slaves Capable of Thinking Like Humans?" and a few other similar works. He wanted to organize some kind of... "movement" in our city... you didn't see this... to grant slaves all sorts of new rights. Which, of course, greatly displeased the nobility. For some time, he was ridiculed and ignored, but eventually, they decided to teach him a lesson. They... - the merchant paused for a couple of seconds and put the cup on the table - the memory interrupted any desire. - In short, it all ended badly for him, and they did it with the hands of his own slaves, whom he, by the way, was studying in his research. Just to show him, in the last moments of his life, what his nonsense was really worth. And neither money nor influence helped him. However, compared to the powerful, he was not particularly important.
The Lisliarian sighed and waved his hand, dismissing the gloomy thought.
- I'm glad you left our conservative society in time and achieved enough material and spiritual success in this dynamically developing country, - Raphael concluded, clapping his hands. - Okay, let's not delve too deeply into reminiscences for now. If all goes well, we will have more than one opportunity to chat.
He nodded apologetically to Orphidia and turned his gaze back to Inar.
- Our company, which I have told you so much about, has finally arrived in Clematis. However... - Nifael's face twisted in discomfort. - One of our founders got into a rather unpleasant situation.
Raphael recounted today's episode with the vile attack by imperial thugs on the "Golden Griffin" and the capture of Valdemar Karapha.
- We still don't know if he is facing any sentence or fine, how long he will be held, or what the conditions of his detention are. It's understandable - insulting such a person, even if it's not heinous, is an offense, but on such unfair grounds... Do you know anything about such cases?
- In addition... As I wrote, I brought my product with me - of the highest quality. Fortunately, we were not robbed or plundered on the way, but even if they had tried... It requires implementation, but I don't know for sure yet how it works here in legal terms - what is required? Licenses, duties, inspections? You have hundreds of well-fed, silken gentlemen walking right on the street. They are probably used to luxury, but I think there should be connoisseurs of the highest level of jewelry craftsmanship among them.
- And finally, one more important point... Our wonderful Baron Kraffmeyer - in fact, a general, a man of immense energy and a visionary - sees our goal as establishing the company as, hmm... a kind of... beacon of ancient heroism. In my opinion, it's absolutely charming. What is the atmosphere like in Clematis in general? What is happening beyond the surface? Where can a group of strong and capable people turn in their quest to make a name for themselves and not end up empty-handed?

Yuisis gives the book he bought earlier to his companion, allowing him to read its contents.