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Effect of reading the book: +15% to Power, +15% to Resistance, +15% to Health, +15% to Dodge, +15% to Accuracy, +30% to Will, +30% to Initiative, +20% to Observance.
Effect of reading the book: +15% to Power, +15% to Resistance, +15% to Health, +15% to Dodge, +15% to Accuracy, +30% to Will, +30% to Initiative, +20% to Observance.
The bonus isn't permanent, is it?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Claudius paused for a moment, then began to transmit his thoughts to Scipio. - At first, it was difficult, even though many people get used to the idea from childhood that one day they will exist in such a form. But over time, you get used to it and start to take it more calmly, besides, such a life does not last forever. As for the mundane, of course, I miss the little joys of life, but at the same time I am free from physiological needs, and this is somewhat convenient. Another downside is that I can only communicate with others through text or through my brother. So in my free time I prefer to read, perhaps this is one of the few joys that I have left.
— That is, there are some drawbacks, but there are also some advantages, — Mikonia nodded understandingly, — I think many would not mind giving up their physiological needs, especially the sick and the poor, but, of course, the inability to properly interact with others sounds lonely and difficult... I wouldn't be able to, especially with my own hobbies. Ment
If the day is already ending, I'll wait for the others and skip to tomorrow. If everyone is still actively spending this day and Revan doesn't mind, I can go to Elixir for a bit, it's time to tell some stories.
You can go too. Nebо
- Hello. Tell me, how often does your newspaper come out?
— At the beginning of each month. — The employee of the publication replied to him without malice, but also without enthusiasm. Siverfale
-Hello! Honestly, I'm a little embarrassed, but I didn't come here to have a delicious meal - with these words, Viola began to imagine all sorts of delicacies and got so carried away that she lost the thread of the conversation - eeeeee, what was I talking about? Oh yes, I came here to join my friends for lunch. There are two gentlemen - one of them is easily recognizable, he is dressed richly, elegantly and has a stocky build. And the other gentleman has dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. There may also be other people with them.
— Can I ask what their names are? I'll try to find out where I should go so that you don't have to wander around aimlessly. Heroist
Ilensiya did not expect to summon someone like this: from Rogdan's stories, she remembered only the strongest of them; therefore, she was twice as surprised to recognize Sylphida in the summoned one. -What for? - Ilensiya wanted to repeat Rogdan's proud plans, but decided that this would not be a sincere answer. -To help me become better in my craft, to achieve something new. And not to be left behind in the process.
— I see. — Sylphida did not hide her disappointment. — So, I will help you and only you, your friends, — she glanced at those gathered around, — do not interest me. Even if they are on the verge of death and I am standing nearby, I will not even lift a finger to help them. But that's not all. You must promise me that you will give me the opportunity to fully enjoy modern civilization. In return, I promise that I will not do anything to your friends and passers-by on my own initiative, unless they come to me themselves.
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The bonus isn't permanent, is it?
With rare exceptions, the bonuses from reading books are permanent.
Raphael sighed heavily and shook his head.
"I understand you. This scoundrel belongs in a bottle..." He placed his hand on his chest, took a deep breath, and heavily sank back into his chair. "If only you knew how much I've suffered with him... It's unbelievable... But it's not about malice! You see... the Goddess herself deprived this unfortunate man of his mind. There are times when he doesn't even know what he's doing."
He twirled his hand near his head.
"There's something... something hidden here, you understand?" he pointed to his heart. "And here. Some kind of illness. Lately, he's been behaving well, as if he's gotten better, but something has now triggered it..." The merchant stared thoughtfully at Alma. "I'll have to resume his medication, because such outbursts are unacceptable..."
He opened his wallet.
"To be honest, I really don't need this hassle right now. Perhaps a good tip for this poor girl will help resolve the problem? Fortunately, no physical harm was done," he pulled out 500 aers. "And for you, for the trouble." Another 500. "And I will punish him properly so that he doesn't bother you or anyone else again. And I'll arrange for proper care for him. My father left him in my service, but he's nothing but a headache."
Place of birth: Reginleif. Date of birth: 665.09.18.
The Skadi family had been loyal followers of Arteria long before the Church was founded and differed from others in their particularly strict beliefs and harsh upbringing of their own children. Everything that this family did throughout its centuries-long history was dedicated to the goddess of love but never crossed the line into heresy, so it is not surprising that one day one of the daughters of this family fell ill with a painful stigma only to be reborn as a valkyrie a few days later.
Aurelia received the blessing of the sea goddess colored in sunlight at the age of eighteen and accepted it as befitting a maiden of the House of Skadi — with gratitude and an understanding of her own destiny. Since then, her life has been extremely straightforward, and having proven herself worthy, she quickly took the position of commander-in-chief of the army of Reginleif, dedicating herself to maintaining peace and order in Vistaria.
There is nothing in Aurelia's life except what is connected with her duty, and all her thoughts are filled with love for Arteria. In Aurelia's mind, she is no more than a divine tool, and the valkyrie does not perceive herself as an individual personality, which often leads to misunderstandings with her sisters. In addition, Aurelia also actively supports the Church's aggressive policy against countries such as Lisliar and Serberia, which forces her to clash with the other half of the council of valkyries.
Stigma: Sword of Justice The divine power of Aurelia endows her subordinates with extraordinary morale and allows them to act at their peak, while the valkyrie herself possesses superhuman combat abilities and, according to rumors, is capable of defeating absolutely any opponent.
Effect of reading the book: +15% to might, +15% to resistance, +15% to health, +15% to evasion, +15% to accuracy, +30% to willpower, +30% to initiative, +20% to perception.
Initially, reading the text about this Aurelia did not particularly impress Shane. "Well, just another girl from a family of weirdos..." he thought, but then his categorical attitude began to fade. The more the guy learned about this lady, the more she and her story interested the warrior. The girl was supposed to perish once and for all, but she was reborn into something greater. She became truly significant and inspiring for many people. And even Shane could not help but admit that this historical figure impressed him. However, other questions remained in his mind. For example, what principle did the goddess of the sea, colored in sunlight, use to choose who would be given a second chance to be reborn as a valkyrie, and who would not. And how was this very Aurelia more righteous, pious, and faithful to Arteria than, for example, Shane's mother or any other woman who had passed away early due to illness? Apparently, she was different somehow. At least in terms of potential. In any case, after finishing reading the historical document, the guy was still satisfied and noted to himself that he should visit this library again sometime. Maybe there will be more inspiring reading material?
Leaving the church, Shane went straight to his temporary lodging, where he removed any possible stains or odors from his clothes, washed his entire body, including his hair, and also had dinner while his hair dried. And when he finished eating, the young man secretly talked with Mirastir, who had returned to headquarters, advising him to definitely read about Aurelia Skadi. "If there is anything important here, let me know, because I'm getting really sleepy..." Shane asked his friend, after which he closed his eyes and soon fell into the arms of Morpheus.
Basically skipping to the next day and waiting for everyone else to skip.
—I see. —Sylphida didn't hide her disappointment. —So, it's like this. I will help you and only you; your friends, —she glanced at those gathered around, —don't interest me. Even if they are on the verge of death and I am standing nearby, I won't even lift a finger to help them. But that's not all. You must promise me that you will give me the opportunity to fully enjoy modern civilization. In return, I promise that I will not do anything to your companions or passersby on my own initiative, unless they come to me themselves.
—As you wish, as you wish. —Ilenia didn't try to argue. —Enjoy civilization? I'm not sure I fully understood, but okay, I'll help in any way I can.
/The force of hatred towards the artery is the force opposite to the force of love for the artery. According to Newton's law, the force of action is equal to the force of reaction; therefore, the force of hatred towards the artery and its inhabitants tends towards infinity./
Given the reception, it should have been guessed that the assignment wasn't left by the shop owner—after all, the job description only mentioned where to find Miconia Esdes, not her occupation. Had an impatient person been in his place, they might have abandoned the job idea entirely, deciding not to deal with the old woman behind the counter. As a result, they would never have met the real Miconia. But all this, of course, assumes they would have made the same mistake. A redundant reminder that one should not rush to conclusions.
Miconia escorted the guests to her room, allowed them to introduce themselves, and offered non-alcoholic drinks. To everyone except Claudis. — Now, tell me, — she picked up a thick notebook with butterflies and flowers on the cover and a fashionable fountain pen, — where are you from and what can you tell me about your homeland.
After thanking the girl for the drink, the Sorceress gave the brothers the opportunity to be the first to share their experiences. Settling in comfortably, she listened to Scipio's story with no less interest than Miconia herself. Only when they had told everything they wished to tell and answered every one of the girl's questions did Lindernia begin her own story. Of course, after ensuring that her interlocutor was ready to listen. — I think my story will not be as interesting as that of the Bernhard brothers. But, I hope, it will also be to your liking, — the Moenian honestly admitted. — I'll start by saying that I am originally from Moenia, but I spent ten years of my life in Isselia, due to my talent for magic. So, I can tell you about the peculiarities of both countries at once. And the first of them, perhaps, will be Moenia—the homeland, after all. As you probably know, Moenia is among the few countries that did not feel the oppression of the Selvarian conquerors during the invasion that occurred two centuries ago. As a result, in my native lands, prejudices regarding those with white hair are not only less common, but many traditions of the past are still practiced everywhere and a democratic system is still preserved. Setting aside the recent laws authored by Titan Minerva, every resident of the republic is equal to another—it does not matter if they were born into a family of simple workers or are the child of a consul. And every resident can hold a position of power, up to governing the country, provided that others support them in the elections. The same applies to many legislative matters—as a rule, residents exert a direct influence on which laws will be adopted and which will not. However, there are certain nuances in this regard—participation in these votes is taken not by an individual, but by the family as a whole. The individual serves purely as its representative. Consequently, many Moenians are extremely selective in searching for a partner. As for single people who have not found their one and only, they simply have no right to vote. The family as a whole, as well as the equality of citizens among themselves, occupies an important position in our culture. Only the cult of the martial craft can compare in importance—a consequence of Moenia's location, where residents have had to defend themselves since ancient times from enemies of all stripes. Our folklore is full of stories about brave souls fighting terrible monsters. Books dedicated to history extol the military feats of our soldiers. And even now, it is difficult to find a single adult who has not encountered Lisliarian raiders at least once on the battlefield. You see, every resident of my homeland is obliged, upon turning sixteen, to serve at least five years in the army. But many stay even after this term expires—a sense of duty and the prestige associated with military affairs take their toll. But that is all the general picture, now let's move on to the details, — after this, Lindernia spent a considerable amount of time telling Miconia about the holidays and traditions related to the described elements of Moenian culture, as well as others that did not fall into these categories but were still practiced in her homeland. Finishing the stories about her native lands, the Sorceress switched to Isselia. — As for Isselia, the situation here is, in many ways, the opposite of Moenia—it has no proprietary traditions or cultural peculiarities as such. This feature is linked both to the size of the country and its history—Isselia was created as a place for the study of the magical arts, and many students of the local academy, upon completing their studies, return to their native lands. Instead of having its own cultural identity, Isselia houses representatives of the most diverse cultures that fill Visteria. Each of them brings a small piece of their homeland, whether it be characteristic cuisine, clothing, or any other elements of culture. It was in Isselia that I became acquainted with many dishes that were exotic to me, which many in Moenia have not even heard of, — after these words, the Sorceress went into some depth regarding personal encounters with foreign cultures which, in her opinion, might seem curious to her interlocutor, told of the few holidays that had official status in Isselia, and concluded with a story about other peculiarities of staying in the country of mages, such as studying at the local academy.
Raphael sighed heavily and shook his head. - I understand you. This scoundrel belongs in a bottle... - he put his hand to his heart, took a deep breath, and heavily sat back down in his chair. - If you only knew how much I've suffered with him... It's unbelievable... But if it were malice! You see... The Goddess herself deprived this unfortunate man of his mind. There are times when my servant doesn't even know what he's doing. He waved his hand near his head. - It's something... something hidden here, you understand? - he pointed to his heart. - And here. Some kind of illness. Lately, he's been behaving well, as if he's gotten better, but something has now triggered it... - the merchant stared thoughtfully at Alma. - I'll have to resume his medication, because such outbursts are unacceptable... He opened his wallet. - To be honest, I really don't need this hassle right now. Perhaps a good tip for this unfortunate girl will help resolve the problem? Fortunately, no physical harm was done, - he took out 500 airs. - And for you, for the trouble. - Another 500. - And I will punish him properly so that he doesn't bother you or anyone else again. I'll also arrange for proper care for him. My father left him in my service, but he's nothing but trouble.
The manager seemed to understand Raphael's story, however... - Sir, - he refused the money, - I'm not paid so little that I'm willing to risk my job and good name because of... this gesture. But, I'm willing to meet you halfway. If you don't want to resolve this issue through official channels, here's a form to fill out, - he took out a blank sheet of paper from his belt bag and handed it to Raphael, on which was written "Request for forgiveness for causing inconvenience to employees of 'Sterling Sea' or other visitors". - This is essentially a fine, - the amount of 10,000 airs was indicated at the bottom of the form, - and usually, sexual harassment of waitresses is not covered by it, but given your story and background, I'm sure the management will be accommodating.
-Ehhh, yes, of course! Raphael Ambrosius Kosto and Waldemar Karafa!
— Oh, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little. The thing is, your friends are currently talking to the manager. Heroist
—As you say, as you say. —Ilensiya didn't try to argue. —Enjoy civilization? Not sure I fully grasped it, but okay, I'll help in any way I can.
And again, the blue light signaled the successful conclusion of a contract. This time, however, the members of the summoners' club reacted with somewhat less enthusiasm. — So... Who's next?
Нэйко
Небо
