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— I understand! — Shen nodded. — Then please follow me to the places you are interested in. However, I warn you — I am not a great expert on this city, as I arrived here recently. However, I have been to that area before.

Iva Esst nodded silently, and they headed to the lower city in the company of two birds — a raven and an eagle. Arriving at their destination, the girl glanced at the streets before her with an indifferent look, and when they passed a beggar, she approached him.
— Well, you're a loser, — she said, — living in such a dump as this district.
— W-what?! — the resident of Lower Clematis was surprised.
— I'm saying that even in a stable, the conditions are better than in this manure pit.
— How dare you! — the beggar exclaimed. — We may be poorer than the rest of Clematis, but many live quite decently, and everyone has their own pride! Even me!
— And what do you do with that pride? Wipe your ass after the unformed crap that your digestive organs, spoiled by a beggar's diet, release?
— Y... W... W... — The man began to stammer and could not say what he had in mind. At some point, he even wanted to attack the rude woman, but after looking at Shen, he changed his mind and simply walked away.
— Don't think that I really enjoy feeling superior. — She said with absolutely no emotion on her face when they were left alone. — I just like to annoy people and watch their faces full of anger. You know, as if they are ready to explode at any moment and fly to the moon. Well, shall we go on?

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- Are you repairing them? - the knight was surprised. - Don't they die permanently when they receive significant damage? Or do they become ordinary puppets, like when raised from the dead? Is this what you mean by necromancy, or something else related to magical art, and not rituals?

The owl critically examined Scipio.
— You're too stupid for necromancy, so you can forget about it. As for the repair, it's simple, I do what is usually impossible: I heal them, or rather, I use bone meal obtained from other skeletons to restore the damage to my patients.
He then explained that the cost was equal to 1 health unit for 1 jewel.

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—Do you really think so? This is a very interesting point of view, I must say! Perhaps, if people followed it, our world would be a much better place... But still, the question of time costs remains open. Our life, alas, is very short. Guilds, newspapers, all this helps us optimize its costs.

— You know... I think that with my attempts to dissuade you from visiting this guild, I am depriving you of a very important life experience, so okay, I will keep you company!

- Jewel? But why not air, like everywhere else in the country? - the question suddenly burst out, after which the knight returned to the main topic. - And regarding necromancy, I wasn't asking for myself. I have a brother, he possesses magic and might want to learn something new. Could you teach him? But I must warn you, he's a skeleton.

whew

— You know... I think that by trying to dissuade you from visiting this guild, I'm depriving you of a very important life experience, so alright, I'll join you!

—Great news! In practice, as I read, everything is better understood than in theory. Then let's not waste time.

- Jewel? And why not air, like everywhere else in the country? - the question suddenly burst out, after which the knight returned to the main topic. - And regarding necromancy, I wasn't asking for myself. I have a brother, he practices magic and might want to learn something new. Could you teach him? Just a warning, he's a skeleton.

— Well, that's why, I don't pay taxes either. — The necromancer shrugged. — And besides, how would you classify my activities? A paid clinic for skeletons and a school of necromancy?... I don't think I could go to the administration with that, especially since the Bureau is right next door. As for the essence of the other question, unfortunately, no. If it were possible, I would have killed myself long ago and raised myself as a skeleton.

- But why? How does necromancy differ from other types of magic? - Scipio asked, not understanding the intricacies of magical arts.

we need to build such a tower and live in it

feeling a bit down

wow, yeah

—Great news! As I read, everything is better understood in practice than in theory. So, let's not waste time.

And the three of them went to the building of Clematis's worker guild. Along the way, Meido enthusiastically shared his past adventures, but at the same time, due to his talkativeness, Lian Fay didn't have the opportunity to add anything to the conversation, and upon reaching their destination, she preferred to wait outside.

Entering the building, Rogdan and Meido began to familiarize themselves with how the guild was organized, and at some point, the ascetic approached the baron.
—Rogdi, I want to test your thesis. —He stated. —Well, about spending time, helping to unite people, optimizing, and all that. But there is one problem, Zerec summoned me, but didn't give me any documents, and therefore I can't post an announcement. Can we sign it in your name? After all, everything is better understood in practice than in theory!

—Sounds very interesting! So, what’s the announcement?

- But why? How does necromancy differ from other magic? - Scipio asked, not understanding the structure of magical arts.

— It's not something we talk about. — The necromancer cut off this discussion at its very beginning. — But be sure that it is impossible.

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—Sounds very interesting! So, what's the announcement?

— Here, take a look!
GETTING RID OF BAD HABITS
We will help you get rid of alcohol and other addictions for FREE and WITHOUT medication.
If your life has reached a dead end and you don't know where to turn, Brother Meido will help you!
Employer: Rogdan Kraffmeyer
Payment: 10 air.
— A very noble cause, helping a large number of people at once, a new feat for you and for me!

— It's a very noble cause, helping a large number of people at once, a new feat for you and for me!

—Hmm. Sounds like a worthy endeavor. But are you sure you can help everyone who comes in response to the announcement? I wouldn't want to mislead the common folk.

“Do you doubt my abilities, Rogdi?” Meido replied, sounding disappointed. “I will approach this task as I would any other – with all my heart, fiery passion, and unwavering responsibility! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken it on.”

“Absolutely not!” the baron hastened to assure him. “Well, then, I see no obstacles.”

Deciding not to bother the Necromancer any further, Scipio left him, warning that he would return if he needed help with restoring the skeleton.
Reflecting on the encounter with the stranger and the words about "repair," the Knight didn't notice how he ended up in the "Grab a Bite" dining hall. He wasn't hungry, but he decided to stop by and look around, since he was already there.

— As you wish. — While Ilensiya lay on the bed, and Sylphida bustled around her, performing some preparations, the patient suddenly felt very sleepy, and then she lost consciousness altogether. She woke up a few hours later with a new eye, as if it had always been there.

Coming to her senses, Ilensiya sat up uncertainly on the bed, slightly opening her old eye. After a few moments of gathering anxious resolve, she sighed heavily, reached out to the site of the battle wound on her face, and gently touched the eyelid with her fingertips. Convinced that everything seemed to be in order, the knight allowed herself to open her restored eye.
The blinding rays of daylight forced her to squint involuntarily, and she covered the left side of her face with her palm, more out of an old memory. To her amazement, Ilensiya felt tears welling up in the corners of her new eye, caused by the bright sun, and trickling down her cheek in a thin stream. After waiting a minute to adjust to the lighting, she wiped her eye and took her first, hesitant look at the room. Part of her vision was still as if hidden behind a layer of murky film, but gradually clarity returned, revealing the old, once familiar picture of the world.
Jumping out of bed, Ilensiya rushed to the first mirror she could find in the headquarters. In its reflection, she recognized herself again – the old her, without the hideous wound that had so undermined her military career and distorted her future life. She smiled, even laughed with sincere, genuine happiness.
—*****! Oh, you *****. Just a ****** *****!
She couldn't have imagined that meeting Rogdan, his heroic ideas, would turn out to be something good for her. Just yesterday, she thought the whole idea of going to the summoners' circle was rather pointless. Now, the knight seemed to be even more convinced of the foundations of this amusing belief.
Returning to the room, Ilensiya did not forget to sincerely thank Sylphida.
—Well, thank you very much! Oh, I didn't think that was even possible! You can clearly see, a truly great heroine! We must definitely celebrate this. And in general, I promised you that I would show you the local sights, the best places. — rummaging through her things, she somehow found a pouch with some coins. — Um, to be honest, we don't have much money. And we won't be allowed into the coolest districts for the rich and beautiful. Well, unless... you will be allowed, of course. In general, if you have any wishes, anything you would like to see, I will do everything in my power!



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Since Darbon's desire to walk around the city had diminished, he had nothing to do with himself, and he had enough money for food for a few more weeks, he went to his headquarters, where he intended to sleep all day.