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Crunch. Under the pressure of Linderia's bite, the cookie breaks in half – the first half remains in the girl's hand, while the second seems to melt in her mouth, perfectly complementing the taste of freshly brewed tea. Crunch. The Sorceress's empty hand reaches for the next cookie in the box. Lost in thought about her plans for the day, the Moenian didn't even notice that she had eaten the entire box in one sitting. What she did notice was the surge of energy from her morning meal, which she immediately used to write a thank-you letter addressed to Myconia. Perhaps it was due to this surge of energy, or perhaps because this act was more than just a simple courtesy – a sincere expression of feelings – Linderia completed her task quite quickly.
After that, filled with a desire to continue exploring Clematis, the girl headed to the astrologers' guild. The science of celestial bodies has always seemed curious to her, even if it wasn't on her list of hobbies. And this visit was a good opportunity for her to at least deepen her knowledge in this area.

Having reached the designated store, Mirastir notices an attractive woman standing in its doorway. Just like he did earlier outside the "Griffins" headquarters, she takes a deep breath, which is quite a captivating sight given the impressive size of her chest.
— Oh, good day, — she greets him, — are you here for the store? Sorry if I'm blocking the way. — She steps aside a couple of paces and lets him pass inside.

— Good day, — the gladiator nods. — Yes, nothing... I'm looking for Lady Mikonia, she's in the store right now, do you happen to know? But in any case, I'll take a look, thank you.

"Get out of here, or I'll call the guards!" As Linderia approached the astrologers' guild, she was met with shouting. The neat and smooth face of a handsome young man contorted into an angry grimace. "We don't have room for beggars here!" "I'm sorry, friend!" Linderia recognized "the beggar" as Meido, one of Baron Kraffmeyer's new companions. "I didn't know!" He hugged the guild member without getting up from the ground. "I swear, I didn't know!" "Alright, alright! I get it, I won't call the guards!" The young man tried to free himself from the beggar's embrace with distaste. "Just let me go!" "Yes, yes, of course, I apologize again, buddy!" "And I'm not your buddy!" The astrologer ran into the building and slammed the door shut behind him. When the young man was gone, Meido turned a beautiful-looking wallet in his hands with satisfaction, which didn't quite match his rags. "Oh, hmm," he tried to remember her name, "Linda!" Meido walked closer to her and extended his hand for an introduction. "It was late yesterday, so we didn't have a chance to get to know each other better, and you know, that's not right. I'm Meido, a close friend of Zerek, but for you, I can be a comrade-in-arms, or whatever you want."

/ Ah, so that's the catch. /

-- Good day, -- the gladiator nodded. -- Yes, nothing... I'm looking for Lady Mikonia, she's in the store right now, do you happen to know? Although, I'll check anyway, thank you.

— If you're looking for Lady Mikonia, then she's standing right in front of you, -- the girl replied, smiling dazzlingly. -- Let me guess, you're here because of the guild's announcement?

– Haha, yes, I should have guessed, and you’re more perceptive than I am, – Mirastir smiled. – To be honest, I had my doubts about that, as I come from here, from Airisufir, but I’ve traveled a lot. If you’re interested, I can tell you about Telos and Serberia.

“Hmm… Telos and Serberia, which are culturally distant from us and located on the opposite side of the continent, sound interesting!” She pulled a thick notebook with butterflies and flowers, as well as an elegant fountain pen, from a fashionable purple handbag with gold stars. “If you don’t mind, let’s go to the park near the square; I was just about to take a walk, and it would be very convenient for me to combine both activities at once. You can tell me everything along the way.”

- Hey, Cloud, here's a little gift from a friend of ours, - Scipio called out to his brother, tossing a croissant bag into the trash can before heading into the room. - Listen, they sent you a book, - the knight entered the room, holding a half-eaten croissant in one hand and a book in the other. - Here, catch, - he ordered and tossed the gift.
- I hope you didn't get it dirty?
- Of course not, - his brother replied, chewing on another piece. - I'll tell you about it later.

Perhaps, in a different situation, the scene unfolding before the entrance to the guild would have seemed comical to Lindernee, but such behavior from the new comrade could even more serve as a reason for concern. Affiliation with such people, who do not know how to behave in decent society, did not bode well for the reputation of the "Golden Griffin." There was no discipline here, especially compared to the legions of Moenia. One could only hope that Meido's interlocutor did not remember his face, and that the vagrant himself would have enough sense to change his image after this incident. He did have the brains to stage this spectacle. But it was still worth informing the top of the squad about this. "Well, if you're calling me Linda, then I think it's fair for me to call you Maddie," the enchantress said with a friendly smile, shaking the drunkard's hand. However, inside, the girl felt a certain disgust, caused by the last phrase of the self-proclaimed ascetic. "Brother in arms" sounds quite good.

After breakfast, Scipio feels that his mind has cleared somewhat and gains +1 to intelligence.

— Well, if you're going to call me Linda, then I think it's only fair that I call you Maddie, — the enchantress said with a friendly smile, shaking the drunkard's hand. However, inside, the girl felt a certain disgust, caused by the last phrase of the self-proclaimed ascetic. — "Brother in arms" sounds quite good.

— Fair? No... It will be simply wonderful! Names burden us and chain us to the walls of a treacherous society, sister, and therefore the simpler we address each other, the freer our spirit and our relationships! — Having finished his explanation, Meido relaxed and listened to the wind that tickled his cheeks. — And let's go eat something and have a drink, I'm buying!

-- I am actually very glad for your suggestion, because it is much better in the open air! It is good for the body and for the skin.
-- Ah, how should I begin my story... I haven't introduced myself, my name is Mirastir Heliomar, -- the gladiator began, walking steadily in the direction he was being led. -- And the drops of magnificent Selvarian blood that flow in my veins have driven me since childhood to seek adventure. Of course, I mostly wanted to find Selvarians, like my great-grandmother Clema, that was the main thing, but there was also just a desire for adventure. In my youth, my father noticed all this in me and took me to Telos, to one of his acquaintances, a philosopher, for training. This man was called Demigos.
Mirastir told about his first meeting with Demigos, who was resting in a pig trough.
-- In general, this is not entirely typical for Telosians. They are proud of their civilization, which in a way they contrast with ours, Arterian. But on the other hand, Telosians greatly respect unconventional thinking, they enjoy debates and various discussions. Therefore, the philosophy of my teacher, that one should deliberately live as poorly as possible, deliberately seek out everyday difficulties, and harden one's body with them... Well, many respected this. And Demigos even had other students besides me, quite a few. What I could not, and still cannot, understand, neither with him nor with others, is their attitude towards women. Few Telosians truly respect the female sex, and even if they like healthy, strong ladies, it is only for utilitarian purposes, well, to work around the house, to leave better genes for children... But on the contrary, they often have an unhealthy interest in the male body. But let Arteria be their judge!
-- The center of the Telosian city-state is the amphitheater. That's how it was in the city where I lived. There, various performances and plays are played, votes are held, and people engage in Telosian wrestling, either regularly or for competitions. Ha, I wasn't as strong then as I am now, and I rarely won, but now it would be different! But my teacher, Demigos, oh, he could already overwhelm with his mere scent, and whoever didn't give up from the scent would face a whole mountain of muscles that even a bull couldn't handle.
-- But the main entertainment for us was debates. My teacher often clashed with other philosophers in heated debates about the nature of being. The point of the debate is to make the audience accept your point of view, but that is also where the catch lies. Many philosophers are not really philosophers at all, but rather sophists. Sophistry is a kind of trick where a person deliberately violates logic in his reasoning, but in such a way as to hide it and make his opponent look like a fool. For example: "A grasshopper sits in the grass and is green, so a frog is also a grasshopper!" Well, maybe not literally, but something like that, and always in order to confuse everyone. This terribly annoyed Demigos, debates with sophists! It came to blows.
-- In general, I have his books. But there is such stuff in them, I would not recommend them to an untrained mind, honestly. I myself am a little afraid. There may be both benefit and harm.
-- How do you find it, is it interesting? Am I not focusing too much on something irrelevant?
/ If I say something wrong, Revan, please correct me. I'm going to sleep now./

lan

Despite the blonde's hysterical squeals, the frightened Darbon agreed to swear an oath to the hero.
After the ritual was completed, the sorcerer approached Rogdan, apologized, and said that, under the current circumstances, his presence in the squad could put them all at risk, and therefore he and Lycaon would set off on a journey. After that, they headed towards the city gates, and nothing has been heard of them since.

...However, halfway there, Darbon felt a sharp surge of panic and fear. His lips trembled and he began to mutter an incantation that he hadn't even known before. In the next moment, a temporal vortex engulfed the old man, the bird knight, and the entire world around them, after which everything plunged into darkness.
When the sorcerer came to his senses again, he found himself back in the basement of the summoners' club, facing the king's stern question about the oath. Was it a vision, a hallucination caused by horror, or did it really happen? Either way, the old man now knew that he would give a negative answer.
—Don't worry so much, my friend! —Rogdan patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. —I have no doubt that you will have another chance to prove yourself!
—He's right, Darboss, old man. —Zerek supported him. —What do we need this crazy, muscle-bound meat grinder for?
Ilencia didn't join their conversation. She was more concerned with thoughts about her summoned hero.

In the evening, when all the commanders were already at home, Eve told them about the Legend of Krag.

—Wow, a feat, without a doubt, worthy of our squad, don't you think? —the hunter Rogdan was inspired by the story. —And the adventure promises to be promising... can we scan the ruins now?
The Baron, in turn, told the leaders of the "Griffin" about the government letter. If any of them wanted to go to the official meeting as a representative of the squad, he was ready to gladly give them this opportunity.


The next day, Rogdan woke up quite late, but, remembering the church library from the stories of one of the mercenaries, he jumped out of bed, quickly got himself presentable, and hurried there. His mind longed for reading, and the only bookstore turned out to be on a street closed to prying eyes.

"So, where is my friend?" —Zerek thought, not finding Meido at the "Griffin" headquarters. "Never mind."
First of all, the adventurer waited for Raphael Kosto to be ready to receive him, after which he turned to him:
—Mr. Kosto, I have a business proposal for you. I heard from the boss that you opened a shop in the city. Well, here's the thing, I inherited some valuables from my beloved grandmother, well, you know, jewelry and all sorts of trinkets. But here's the problem, I don't know where and how to sell them so that I don't get robbed or cheated. Maybe you can help me with that? And in return, well, of course, you can take a percentage...

Ilencia didn't sleep well that night: she kept remembering the smallest details of Sylphida's biography, her unique abilities in magic, and she regretted not listening carefully during Rogdan's stories. She wanted to ask the last question that tormented her, but she couldn't make up her mind. And, of course, this could have negative consequences, given the latter's temper.
Only in the morning, when most of the mercenaries had wandered around the city, she decided to turn to the heroine:
—Listen, can I ask you a question, if it's not too much trouble. Is it possible, with your strength or someone else's, to fix this? —she pointed to the eye patch.

Darbon had nightmares all night. He woke up in a cold sweat, trembling from the memories of the previous day, but, afraid to disturb the peace of the other residents, he lay in the same position until the first rays of the sun. The sorcerer somehow got out of bed, rubbing his stiff arms, creaked his knees, straightened up as much as possible, and coughed hoarsely, raising dust from the apartment.
Barely remembering the city map, the old man didn't know what to do with himself that day. Lost in thought about recent events, he didn't notice how his old legs led him through the narrow streets of the unsafe part of Clematis, to the Nameless House.

— Dalion wiped his nose with a handkerchief. — Damn allergies...

He has coronavirus, my character will reinfect the whole group, and then die. Take a screenshot.

He even avoids traps.

I knew traps were a useless skill.

— Any questions?

- How do I counter him?

Added 8 minutes later

When the guy left, Meido happily turned a beautiful-looking wallet in his hands, which didn't quite match his rags.

If I keep the money in my anus, will he be able to steal it?

— Is it fair? No... It will just be wonderful! Names burden us and chain us to the walls of a treacherous society, sister, and therefore the simpler we address each other, the freer our spirit and our relationships! — Having finished his explanation, Meido relaxed and listened to the wind that tickled his cheeks. — Let's go eat and drink something, I'm buying!

I hope she has enough stamina not to pass out. Otherwise, Meido will "steal" something from her too.

Having reached the central square, Valdemar had to deviate from his chosen course – an energetic-looking girl approached him.
“Excuse me!” Her light white dress and dark brown hair harmonized with the gentle warmth of the March sun. “I’m from the ‘Horizon of Dawn’ publication. If it’s not too much trouble, could you spare a few minutes of your time?”

-- What? The press? Perhaps I can spare some time for you.

Hmm. What if you revert your state to the moment before summoning and try again to summon a different hero – could Darbon accidentally prevent that? Or will the same thing happen if you repeat the actions?