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By the way, Revan, what was meant by "doubling the effectiveness" in Sukebė? Doubling the chance, doubling the bonus, or both?

Doubling applies only to chances. I asked.

What is that strange number? Or did you account for the OU from Snow White, but only counted "Seas" for one day?

It's currently 650. 3 days in the hotel and 500 for the cafe, but I might have missed something.

How about we go after the non-humans on Monday or Tuesday? We'll have a bit of a break from the FSB agents then.

/Alright, Ples, I agree. In real life, if a person disappears, their spouse is usually the first suspect. Here, it's probably the same, even if they aren't declared terrorists, they'll still be thoroughly investigated./

I can bring a skeleton to the cafe; he can revive us if something happens, although the blond devils probably won't let him in.
And then you can take me to church...
And in general, a combat-ready guy should go on combat missions, while the others can explore the Myconids.

Regarding the non-human race – well, it depends on the Monday, but generally, it’s possible. Regarding Arca and the church – no problem.

Viola prayed throughout all the skipped days.

Besides, a combat unit should be sent on combat missions, while the others can explore the Myconids.

But you are a combat unit.

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Hmm, if the Heroes player doesn't mind, I might go on a quest with the Poet, since Rogdan's daylight appearance is uncertain.

What is this... and what should I do with the remaining time? A few days ago, the answer would have been a confident "Get drunk," but the responsibility that fell upon Valdemar, along with his comrade's misfortune, has somewhat changed both his mindset and his actions. His active nature was quite satisfied with simple pleasures in peace and contentment, but when trouble came, Valdemar transformed. The gaze of his blue eyes, usually sleepy and disdainful, became sharp and predatory, his gait, usually bear-like and relaxed, acquired the smooth power of a tiger, and he resembled a coiled spring, with reserves of body and mind, usually unnecessary, mobilized and ready to ignite at any moment. His bohemian nature, of course, wouldn't last long, but now the nobleman was in a very combative mood. Therefore, instead of resting in the Mirai district, he headed to "Titan," about which he had already heard many flattering things.

Hmm, if the Heroes player doesn't mind, I might join the poet on a quest, since Rogdan might not see the light of day anytime soon.

Okay, if there's no progress by Monday, you can take it for yourself.
I spent almost the whole night working on it the day before yesterday, and it's a bit frustrating.

How about we go to the Undead map on Monday or Tuesday?

Just take Ilensiya with you.

"Let's get to work," the Sorceress briefly commanded Darbon, covering her new appearance with her hand.

The old man was initially very frightened, not so much by the Sorceress's appearance, which he couldn't really see clearly anyway, but by the very fact of the failure. "Oh, it's all because of me. Anyone who associates with me ends up in trouble. You're a useless old fool."
Despite this, Darbon tried to pull himself together and collect his thoughts. He extended his palms in front of him, directing them towards the Moenian, and quietly whispered a temporary spell.

Okay, if there's no progress by Monday, you can take it. I spent all night working on it the other day, so it would be a bit disappointing.

Yeah, I can understand that.

So, I'll be offline from the 12th to the 16th, visiting the Yelets branch of Valhalla, and I'm leaving today. Even if I manage to get internet access there, given the constant drinking and unwillingness to bother with that infernal device, don't expect any lengthy posts.
I'll play as a non-human faction, but then I'll buy that sword for 20k.
I'll go to the gym whenever I can.
I might play some bars/restaurants later, or I might skip them altogether.

Thanks to Darbon’s efforts, the state of Linderne is returning to normal.

Each second spent in her current state felt like an eternity to the sorceress. Fine beads of sweat appeared on the girl's face, caused by the fear that even here she might miscalculate and overestimate the old man's abilities. But when Darbon finally finished reading the magical formula, she noticed how her reflection in the mirror gradually began to regain its former features. And even the loss of two thousand, compared to correcting this terrible mistake, seemed less significant.
Still doubting that it wasn't her imagination playing tricks on her, Linderia tentatively touched her face. Everything was indeed in its place and of the correct size – Darbon had done an excellent job.
— Thank you very much, — the girl's voice sounded muffled and detached, but no less sincere, — you really helped me a lot. If you ever need my help, feel free to ask.