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- It will take some time, but as soon as it's done, you'll be the first to know, - the merchant assured. - Until we meet again. And a warm greeting to the patriots of Clematis! Leaving his employer and on his way to headquarters, Raphael complained: - Hmm, what an old man. So tough, yet he's afraid to take the tools in his hands and boldly state his position. Do you really think you can do it without making a mess? - he looked at his servant with great doubt. - You, of all people?
“Come on, boss, no one is cleaner than me in this world,” Alm boasted. “But we’ll have to walk there, otherwise we might get spotted in a road carriage.”
The argument between the ascetic and the aristocrat ended as most arguments in the world do – each remained with their own opinion. Valdemar, swaying slightly as he walked, returned to headquarters. The sun had already left the earth, and the figures of buildings and people in the evening twilight seemed full of mystery in their smooth movements and indistinct outlines, as perceived by his inebriated mind. He didn't want to think; his ability to contemplate and feel, on the contrary, was heightened to the extreme, and the walk in the twilight seemed unusually long to him – so much had he become saturated with impressions from the deceptive world of the evening Clematis.
– So... good evening, soldiers, – Valdemar appeared in the doorway of the headquarters. – I see, everyone is here... except for our brilliant leader. Where is he? And what about that... priestess?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Let me clarify: Shen isn't a zealous, aggressive fighter against the church and its perverted, direct rivals. He simply considers them all insane (although he understands that there are reasonable people among the followers of Artheria – he treats Mirastir and Viola quite normally. Mirastir is practically one of his own, a cool guy with interesting quirks), but he doesn't hate them to the point of saying: "Azaza, I'd spit in their faces." Otherwise, he wouldn't have joined Rogdan when the question arose about resurrecting the religious woman. As for the orcish woman, it's not really his area of expertise, but if Raphael really needs help, he won't refuse, as long as he remembers who he's working for. However, first, he would prefer to figure out what kind of orcish woman she is and what the situation is, and whether it's even necessary to kill her.
Harmid offered to help his master change clothes and, in passing, informed him about the mysterious disappearance of Rogdan.
-- Uh-huh, Harmid, thank you. Right, -- Valdemar, now dressed, walked into the General hall. On the table was Raphael's tobacco tin; he opened it, brought it to his nose, and sniffed for a long time, inhaling deeply and flaring his nostrils. -- I think Raphael won't mind.
He rolled a piece of paper into a tube, stuffed it with tobacco in quick, clumsy movements, and lit it. Pacing around the room, Valdemar took deep, frequent puffs, releasing thick clouds of bluish smoke. The thicker the misty haze became, the clearer his mind became, and although a headache was inevitable later, it was necessary to concentrate now.
-- So, -- he raised his voice as much as his condition allowed. -- I believe there is no doubt that something unfortunate has happened to the noble Baron Rogdan. It is impossible... hic... to imagine that he could have gotten lost in the city or simply decided not to honor us with his presence today. Therefore, something must have happened to him in the Amethyst Palace! Three furies rule in that citadel, but I say: we should not blame Braheia. I don't know her motives, but I do know that this is not her style. That leaves two... Aie.
The makeshift cigarette burned his fingers. He crushed the butt in his palm and continued, frowning, looking at each of them in turn. -- So, in any case, the enemy threatens us from above. He is strong and vigilant, and he will crush us if he wants to. And therefore, I urge you to act cunningly, cautiously, with ingenuity and guile! First: if you find yourself in a snake's coils, pretend to be dead, and its grip will weaken. We must pretend to be idiots. Look for Rogdan. You can even put up missing person posters. You can even leave the city for a while. One day they will realize that we are still capable of counting to two, but we will have time. Second: I am sure that our leader was left alive. Fay needs him, so her master is still needed. Whatever they want, we have the opportunity to observe for now. We must note every, smallest detail in order to understand our enemy. He who knows the enemy and knows himself will prevail. Last. War has been declared on us. And if we are not ready to stand united against the threat, if we are not ready to fight for what we believe in, if we leave our commander and friend in trouble, then there was no point in creating this squad! If anyone here is not ready for the big game, if anyone hides their head in the sand, if anyone is more afraid of death than dishonor, then it is better to leave now, because from today we have crossed a dangerous line. If there are any such people, the exit is there! -- he pointed to the door. Blood rushed to his face, it became difficult to breathe, and the speech tired him greatly. -- You are free. For now, act at your discretion, but I will remind you: be ubiquitous, all-seeing, all-hearing, and very cautious. I think things will become a little clearer on Monday. Or maybe one more of us will end up in the dungeons. Louise, bring me some water.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
—Achoo! — Rogdan sneezed loudly somewhere in the damp dungeon. —Oh, excuse me... — He pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose. —Achoo! Oh, what's happening to me... They say that when you sneeze, someone remembers you... achoo!
Vivian Air el Sufir is alive![/COLOR] The day before yesterday (March 21, 729), the entire Airisufir was shocked by the murder of Vivian Air el Sufir, a devout priestess of the all-loving Arteria and younger sister of Her Majesty Astraea Air el Sufir, which took place in the central square. The area around the capital's main square was cordoned off, and an immense darkness of anxiety and grief hung over Clematis, but contrary to fate, the priestess managed to triumphantly return to the world of the living. The next day, city residents were able to see their beloved Vivi on the city square, where a parade was hastily organized in honor of her return. And although the priestess was reticent and did not look as energetic as fans are used to seeing her, this could be easily explained by what had happened to her earlier, so our editorial team would like to wish the devout Vivian Air el Sufir a speedy recovery!
The Emergence of a Mysterious Priestess[/COLOR] The miraculous resurrection of Vivian Air el Sufir is attributed to Primula Haisens, a priestess of Arteria who appeared during the parade alongside Lucretia Air el Sufir, sister of Empress Astraea Air el Sufir and Countess of Purple Lake. According to Her Highness, where healers of the Church proved powerless, Primula Haisens managed to bring Vivi’s lifeless body back to life through the power of her faith. On that same day, Primula was declared a national hero of the empire for her services to Airisufir. Representatives of Regnley reacted hostilely to this statement and demanded that the imperial government soon renounce it, since Primula Haisens is not a registered priestess of the Church.
Upcoming Reforms[/COLOR] According to an official government statement, organized crime syndicates – opponents of imperial rule – are responsible for the murder/attempted assassination of the priestess of Arteria. In light of what has happened, the government intends to introduce new laws to improve security in the country and carry out all necessary operations to track down and eliminate terrorists.
Just so you don't get confused: Saturday was spent searching for Rogdan/participating in events related to the march/doing something else (e.g., Yves could attend a biology lecture, as his mentor wasn't particularly interested in what was happening in the city). Most establishments (like Titan) were closed, and while public catering places were open as usual, they didn't offer any special deals that day.
Happy Life
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