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Here, catch, he commanded and threw the gift.

The thick book easily broke the skeleton's fingers and shattered its fragile skull. (final death)

/Indeed, a stealthy, instant-kill attack./

– How do you like it? Am I not focusing too much on something irrelevant?

— No, everything is fine. — By this point in Mirastir’s story, they were already sitting on one of the benches in the park. — I can’t say that life in Telos appeals to me after your story, but perhaps if I had been born a man, my perspective on the customs there would have changed somewhat. — Mikonia took some kind of drink out of her bag and offered it to the storyteller. — Here, have some.

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In any case, the old man now knew that he would give a negative answer.

Lycaon was very disappointed with this answer, but, fortunately for those present, he decided not to rush to conclusions and not attack anyone, so as not to accidentally strike someone who did not deserve it.
— It’s a pity... — he said, as his body began to gradually disappear, dissolving into the air like a bright light. — But remember my words, the hour of Lycaon the Radiant, king of great Erifia, will come! Tremble, villains of this world, for your day of judgment is near!

Can the ruins be scanned now?

After their location is known.

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 was located on an alley closed to prying eyes.

— Oh, Mr. Rogdan, what a meeting, — Baron Kraffmeyer meets Yuisis and Cleona at the entrance to the church, — good day. To be honest, I didn’t expect to see you in such a place, although, perhaps, it’s not for us to talk about it, ha-ha...

– Listen, let me ask a question, if it’s not too much trouble. Is it even possible, with your strength or someone else’s, to fix this? — she pointed to the eye patch.

— You want a new eye? — Cryptidka, without asking permission, took the eye patch off her summoner and thoughtfully assessed what appeared before her own eyes. — Hmm... Go lie down, — the Sylph pointed to one of the beds, — it will be as good as new. Just tell me right away what other wishes you have, I won’t do this a second time.

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– How do you fight it?

— Lure it with a group of competent hunters, while maintaining distance. The claws of any animal are useless if it cannot reach you. Well, if you are unlucky enough to stumble upon it, it is better to climb somewhere high and wait until it loses interest.

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– What? The press? Perhaps I am ready to give you some of my time.

— Thank you very much! In that case, please introduce yourself, tell us where you are from and what you think about Airisufir.

— Lure it into a group of skilled hunters, maintaining distance. The claws of any animal are useless if it can't reach you. And if you happen to stumble upon it, it's best to climb somewhere high and wait until it loses interest.

- Two isn't a group. I think that's all the questions I have for now.

— Is it fair? No... But 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 spirits and our relationships will be!

Having finished his explanation, Meido relaxed and listened to the wind that tickled his cheeks. — Now, let's go have something to eat and drink; I'm buying! The fact that Meido expressed his controversial opinion about names to her, unaware of her little dynastic secret, seemed quite ironic to the Sorceress. If anyone wouldn't agree with him, it would be her. At least, her family name wasn't a shackle for her; it gave her the strength to move forward. However, a rootless vagabond wouldn't understand that. Besides, in Linderia's opinion, the only way to be free from the "chains of society" was to seclude oneself on a deserted island. Although she was somewhat curious to hear what else her new acquaintance might say, Linderia had no intention of accepting the ascetic's offer. Even if she weren't full after her morning meal, the realization that the food had been bought with money stolen from an innocent person would have ruined her appetite. And the very idea of walking around the city with Meido, who could easily try to involve her in one of his schemes, did not appeal to the girl. — Thank you for the generous offer, but... — the Sorceress guiltily averted her gaze, — ...to be honest, I just had breakfast. Besides, I have some things to do. So, I won't be able to keep you company.

- Two is not a group. I guess that’s all the questions for now.

The teacher nodded, and they quietly left, leaving the white tiger behind, without disturbing it as it killed the cubs of another male. They spent the rest of the day studying plants despite the rain. As Dalion believed, knowing the forest in such weather was also important. They returned to the city in the evening.

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“Thank you for the generous offer, but…” The Sorceress guiltily looked away, “…to be honest, I just had breakfast recently. Besides, I have some things to do. So, I won't be able to keep you company.”

- No worries! - Meido stepped back from her and waved his hand. - Well, we’ll see each other again!

The instructor nodded, and they quietly left, leaving the white tiger behind, not disturbing it as it killed the other male's cubs. They spent the rest of the day studying plants, despite the rain. As Dalion believed, knowing the forest in such weather was also important. They returned to the city in the evening.

The rain did not affect the Serberian at all. He was used to hunting and traveling in any weather. After he had tidied himself up, Yves headed to Valdemar, who, he was told, had been looking for him.

I'm waiting for the consequences of Valdemar's adventures to describe them more accurately.

— No, everything is fine. — By this point in Mirastir's story, they were already sitting on one of the benches in the park. — I can't say that life in Telos appeals to me after your story, but perhaps, if I had been born a man, my perspective on their customs would have changed somewhat. — Mikonia took a drink from her bag and offered it to the storyteller. — Here, have some.

— Oh, uhm. Thank you, — Mirastir accepted the treat without embarrassment, but politely, taking a couple of sips.
— You are absolutely right. The culture there is clearly designed for men, but that is a drawback in every way, because even the Telosians themselves often say... Well, my teacher, at least, said that the ideal is born at the intersection of different things.
— The amphitheater is, by the way, not only the center of life in my polis. Not far away was an interestingly shaped mountain, which was also nicknamed the Amphitheater because of its shape, semicircular and as if with steps. It was visible from the city and firmly entered the local folklore and legends, and became a symbol of the place, emphasizing its focus on civilized leisure. Although I remember the mountain more for another reason, because once my teacher made me survive in its vicinity for several weeks, eating what I could find and washing in wild streams (at least I was washing!). He was, of course, nearby, but he was not a very good survival assistant; Demigos somehow managed to find and eat almost nothing. And how did he manage to stay in shape? Anyway, for everyone, the mountain was a symbol of civilization, but for me, it became a symbol of the wild!
Mirastir paused, indicating that he was now going to talk about other matters.
— It was completely different in Serberia. I was there after my Telosian training, as I heard that there had recently been a commotion in one of the towns because of the appearance of a real Sylvari girl on the streets! Of course, the news was big, for a Sylvari girl to be in broad daylight in a country that was more at war with the Sylvari than any other... So I took the bait.
— Problems because of my beautiful hair started immediately. All the time I was walking around the city, I felt so many hateful glances on me that, if malice were a god, I think it would have been summoned right there, on the street. I was practically an unwelcome guest everywhere, so I could only eat or stay overnight in a few places, and the conditions there were... well, you can imagine. If I hadn't strengthened my body with Demigos' training, I would have definitely gotten a lot of illnesses.
— It was a shock to me that the Arterian country allows itself to practice slavery on a massive scale. And not just of non-humans or anyone who is not quite sane, where it can somehow be justified, but of ordinary people! Yes, they say that slaves have some rights, but all of this, like their aristocracy's supposed honor, art, and etiquette... It's just a facade, just beautiful outer leaves on a rotten cabbage.
— Another problem for me was finding work. The few coins I had were quickly running out, and I couldn't find a Sylvari girl. I did manage to find a potential employer who paid little and offered not the most pleasant job, cleaning stables, but it was something. I met with him to discuss the contract. But the way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me so contemptuously... And the last straw was that this aristocrat started groping his slave right in front of me, can you imagine? He didn't even try to hide it. That's when I told him everything, about respect for women, and about respect for me... I don't remember, maybe there were more than just words.
— When I came to my senses after that, I was in chains, and the guys told me directly — either I'll be cleaning stables for the rest of my life, and for free... Or, well, you're a strong, handsome, well-built guy, maybe you can entertain the public in the arena. I agreed to the second option, what else could I do.
Mirastir told for some time about the gladiatorial fights, with animals and people, listing who he had to fight; the conditions of the gladiators' stay (in general, it turns out that my days passed like years, and years like days, fights-pain-stinky bed, fights-pain-stinky bed); he didn't forget to jokingly compare the coliseum with the Telosian amphitheater inside out. Finally, he noted that even in Serberia there were glimmers of hope, as he had a fan, a kind Arterian, who bought him out when Mirastir got into trouble with refusing to fight, otherwise it would have been very bad...
— That's the story!
I'll probably ask for fact-checking right in the thread again, but I hope everything is okay.

— Thank you, that was a very interesting and unusual story. — The girl put her notebook aside and pondered. — You know, I already told this to my guests yesterday, but the more I hear about other countries and cultures, the more I appreciate living in Airisufir.

– Yes, Lady Myconia, I must admit, returning to my homeland means a lot to me; it’s a refreshing break, an oasis of calm before a new chapter… Although it’s not befitting for a warrior to fear difficulties, so who knows what else awaits? But never mind, there’s nothing that Mirastir Heliomar, with the help of Arteria, and inspired by his beloved, couldn’t handle!

Feeling tired after his last training session, Shen decided that in this state, it probably wouldn't be best to go to the interview for the bodyguard job, so he decided to limit himself to simpler procedures. Thus, starting the day with a traditional offering to the wind, the guy decided to go to the bank, where he exchanged 70 jewels, and then went to the Astrologers' Guild, where he picked out an Eagle talisman.

On Wednesday evening, Viola tried to catch her master alone:
-Master Raphael! Remember, I said I wanted to talk to you about something else? Well, here it is. In recent days, I've been feeling a strong sense of hatred and anger, so strong that I sometimes need to consciously focus to drive these thoughts out of my head. And this feeling is directed at one person - Master Rogdan Kraffmeyer. This is very strange, because he hasn't even said or done anything to me. I've never hated anyone before. At first, I thought I was sinning with these thoughts and tried to suppress this feeling with prayers, but even they don't help. It seems very unnatural to me. I even wanted to ask for help from the priestess in the temple of the Goddess, but I was afraid that my... eee... that because I am a slave, the curse of slavery might kill me. But I can't live with this feeling of hatred in my soul anymore; it's poisoning my soul and heart. Maybe you have some ideas about what might help me?

“The ability to never give up and to see the good in everything is a rare, but very valuable trait,” Mikonia commented, preparing to return home. “Myrastir, I wish you good luck on the path you have chosen for yourself.”

— No worries! — Meido stepped away from her and waved his hand. — We’ll see each other again!

Still, the possible consequences of Meido’s actions didn’t let the girl rest.
— And yes, Maddie, — Linderia stopped the ascetic before he could walk away. And, in a low voice, she continued, — you should return the poor fellow’s wallet, along with its contents. He’s probably not stupid; he’ll quickly figure out what happened. And then the problems will be yours.

“What are you talking about, Linda?” Meido was surprised. “What poor fellow? He was my good friend and comrade, who shared his savings with me in exchange for a life lesson that I, in my generosity, provided him.” Well, goodbye!