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They are killing a priestess of Artery. Righteous Arterians: "HORROR, WE MUST FIND THE KILLER!!!" Then they remember about the quest for which they will be paid: "Guys, who's with me?"
Now it's clear who reads other people's posts in the expansions.
- Guys, if you're so bored, I can suggest you go see a guy who just posted an ad in the guild. He wrote something about a family problem, I don't remember exactly, - Scipio understood that Grey would most likely accept them without any problems, but he was still curious to see how it would all end. - Mustache, I think you have good chances. With that appearance, you clearly inspire trust in people, and five thousand isn't something you find lying around on the road.
-- Um, are you talking to me? No offense, but even if I didn't think it was beneath my dignity to get involved in someone else's family squabbles (because civilized people are capable of finding common ground with their partner, parents, children, or whoever else they have). Even if I didn't think so, now is clearly not the time.
Well, you wrote it in such a way that it looks exactly like that.
No, I clearly stated that I want to help the guard, but if Rogdan thinks that we can't help in any way (how would I know if we can or not), then it would be good to go and do heroic deeds outside the city, because it's psychologically uncomfortable here. Of course, if Rogdan eventually remembers about resurrection and uses it to deal with this, then after it's finished, it won't be a problem to go on a campaign against the non-humans.
On Thursday evening, Viola managed to corner Raphael again:
- Master Raphael, I would like to talk to you again... your advice yesterday didn't help me at all... even when I was already drunk, as soon as I thought about Master Rogdan, I wanted to scratch his face, if not do something worse, may the Goddess forgive me. This hatred... it seems unnatural to me...
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
No, I clearly stated that I want to help the Fortress, but if Rogdan thinks we can't help in any way (how would I know if we can or not), then that's his decision.
Well, that's amusing. They killed the pet of your goddess, and you're like, "Well, the boss is against it, okay."
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Well, Mirastir isn't a detective or a wrestler. And it's unlikely that anyone would form a volunteer group to help all of Clematis during such a difficult time.
I'm a mercenary. And how can Mirastir himself help? Is he going to go and start interrogating witnesses, putting them through an exhausting CrossFit session?
I hope he at least goes to the Temple and prays that the murderer is found.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
-- Um, are you talking to me? No offense, but even if I didn't think it was beneath me to get involved in someone else's family drama (because civilized people are capable of finding common ground with their partners, parents, children, or whoever else they have). Even if I did think it was okay, now is clearly not the time.
- You just keep spending and spending, eating and training. But who's going to work?! - Whatever, money is money. You're not being asked to kill a kitten, just to help. I think sometimes you can compromise your principles when it comes to helping someone, especially in such trivial matters. Not that Scipio actually thought principles were less important, but in some cases, they can really be put on the back burner. Besides, he was a bit bored, as he wanted to go eat downtown today, but the area was closed. All that was left was the cafeteria in their neighborhood and the establishments in the port, but the knight didn't really like seafood. - But whatever, maybe someone else will want to earn some extra money.
Rogdan, who had ultimately passed out right at the table, was brought back to consciousness by the sound of footsteps and Mirastir's exclamations. —...take this, you damned dragon... —he muttered, half-asleep. —Oh, what's going on here? What time is it? At this early hour, decent heroes are still having heroic dreams. But then again...
He immediately tried to find Rogdan. -- Sir Rogdan, are you aware? What the hell is going on?! Killing a priestess is like killing a kitten, who was she bothering? Ugh, if only I had been there...
—Who was killed? Why were they killed? —Rogdan asked, listening to the conversation of his companions and trying to understand what was happening.
-- Well, it doesn't really seem like a big problem, -- the airisufi replied somewhat embarrassed. -- Sir Rogdan, since we claim to be heroes, are we going to do anything about it? Shan and I know the captain of the local guard, we can directly offer him our help if we find him and we have something to offer. Otherwise, I don't know... Shan is right, it's not very comfortable to stay here when such things happen. What was that quest about the non-human in the workers' guild? -- the gladiator recalled.
—Okay, everyone, stay calm. —the baron rubbed his eyes, suppressed an oncoming yawn, got up from the table, and, stretching, took a few steps around the room. —What happened to Lady Vivian is, without a doubt, a terrible and inhumane tragedy that will leave its mark on every resident of this country, both for the servants of the Artery, the imperial family, and for us as well. —he stopped and pondered, stretching his neck. —In my personal opinion, no matter how pure our intentions may be, we are unlikely to be allowed to investigate this case. It is quite possible that the perpetrators have already been found and will soon face deserved punishment. However, this does not mean that we should not take the initiative and have a chance to show our good intentions, since we have all agreed to help the imperial family. If you, as you say, can contact someone from the guard and involve us in this matter, or at least find out the details, that would be great news. Having finished with a light warm-up, Rogdan looked out the window, gazing at the surroundings of the lower city. —As for the second part. Yes, the closure of the central square is another unpleasant consequence of the events that have taken place. However, we have indeed gained an opportunity to spend the next few days performing feats for Clematis. —after this, he told everyone who was interested about the details of the quest with the beastman and the tomb of Kragg. —On Monday, I myself need to represent our organization in the imperial palace, so if the journey takes more than a day, I will, unfortunately, not be able to provide my support in these quests.
I hope he at least goes to the Temple and prays that the killer is found.
But you can't get to the Temple right now. He'll pray at the statue in the hall. By the way, you gave me an idea; I'll clarify something and maybe implement it.
- As you wish, money is money. They're not asking you to kill a kitten; they're asking for help. I think sometimes you can compromise your principles when it comes to helping someone, especially in such trivial matters, - not that Scipio actually thought that principles were less important, but in some cases, they really can be put on the back burner. Besides, he was a bit bored; he was going to go eat downtown today, but the square was closed. All that was left was the cafeteria in their neighborhood and the establishments in the port, but the knight didn't really like seafood. - But whatever, maybe someone else will want to earn some extra money.
-- It's more that these aren't my principles; it's just that if they can't figure things out themselves, no one will help them. You can't build a happy family with someone else's help; that's nonsense.
Therefore, instead of guessing blindly without knowing the true state of affairs, she headed to "Sukebe" – to have breakfast and, along the way, clear her head a little.
At the entrance to the Mirai district of Linderia, she had to stop at the checkpoint. - Welcome to the threshold of the Moon Princess's home. - A local guard (?) greeted her and nodded towards a small room opposite where he was sitting, where she could leave her belongings. - Beyond this point, passage is only allowed without weapons or other combat equipment.
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