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After taking the newspaper from Philip, Daniel thanked the guy and went away to sit on the nearest bench and read the news, which, however, turned out to be extremely boring. "It's all politics," the guy muttered to himself when he finished reading, after which he spent about 30 minutes thinking about what to do next. In the end, Daniel decided to return the newspaper to his friend first, and then went back to the editorial office and gave the newspaper to Philip (he didn't say anything about how dull and uninteresting it was, instead, he only mentioned that at least one line about the tournament could have been mentioned to please old Gungir, and also praised his friend for his excellent writing style, which is so pleasant to read), after which he went for a walk until he reached the "Hermit" tavern.
Arriving at his destination, the guy sees Anselm chatting with Doris.
Added 1 minute ago Siverfale
-You know, after everything we've been through together, I was already going to take you, dark-haired one, but it seems you have a lot of responsibility here - you need to manage the cat kingdom. So I'll take the tabby with me, he's still just as lonely as I am. And what is a domestic cat doing among you? Meow, maybe I should return you to your owner? Because this company is clearly not for you.
The domestic cat turns away from Anders, as if the man did not deserve to be in his presence.
Added 1 minute ago Arandor
- And what does he look like? Maybe I'll meet him somewhere on the street.
- Well, he's tall, blue-eyed, in a word, handsome. I think you'll easily recognize him, after all, we don't have that many strangers in our city.
— Well, he's tall, has blue eyes, and is generally good-looking. I think you'll recognize him easily; after all, there aren't that many handsome guys in our town.
— Well, he's tall, blue-eyed, handsome, in a word. I think you'll recognize him easily; after all, we don't have that many strangers in our town.
— Almost like me, — the young man chuckled and, nodding in agreement, was about to head into the town, but then a comrade appeared. — Hello, — the swordsman replied. — Nothing special. Did you happen to see any strangers on the street today? I need to find a certain guy.
- Hello, - replied the swordsman. - Nothing special. Have you happened to see any strangers in the street today? I need to find a guy.
— Nope, — after a second of thinking about who he had seen today, the young man replied. — Just Hans, Armin, and Philipp's kids. What's up? Has someone important arrived in town? Meanwhile, Daniel was thinking about whether he could profit from this.
— Nope, — after a moment of thought about who he had seen today, the guy replied. — Just Hans, Armin, and Philipp's offspring. What's up? Did someone important arrive in town?
— Too bad, I guess I'll have to look myself, — Anselm concluded. — No, just a regular traveler, it seems. Okay, I'll go for a walk then, I still need to perform for the children later. I walk around the city, and if I don't meet anyone, I go to the pond.
Do we have anyone who can cast Resurrection, just in case? I could send Renold with you to fight the Golem, if that would be helpful. Author
Since the items didn't have price tags, I had to ask Sabina, the store manager, about the cost. —All the books cost one hundred seligs.
—One hundred?... —Ilva counted her pocket money, looking confused. —Oh, I don't have that much right now. Sorry, I'll come back later... After silently cursing the merchants who were overcharging, Ilva decided to go look for her brother, hoping he hadn't left the Baron's estate yet. Author
—People are losing money quite often these days... The Goddess has an interesting sense of humor. —Gungnir accepted 50 seligs. —You need to hone your basic skills and have a couple of tricks up your sleeve, and then you'll be close to becoming a master duelist. The unpleasant truth is that any duel is primarily a matter of luck and circumstances, and skill and combat experience are only necessary to reduce the influence of these factors that are independent of you on the outcome of the battle. Given your physical abilities and equipment, what path to victory over Veserod and Gulveig do you see?
Renold listened carefully to the Baron's advice. At least, judging by everything, he was generally moving in the right direction, which was very encouraging. He often heard that some people are born with a talent for something, while others, even with hard work, will never achieve anything worthwhile, and he didn't want to find out that he and fencing were simply incompatible. —Tricks up my sleeve? Hmm, I should think about that. Thank you very much. As for Veserod and Gulveig... —the young man paused for a moment. —Well, I could compare the first one to my duel with Anders, which means I need agility to dodge arrows, speed to quickly catch up with him, and luck. A lot of luck. —he smiled bitterly. —As for Gulveig... I just couldn't inflict enough serious damage, and in the end I got exhausted without causing any harm. Maybe I should have attacked more aggressively. Or more often.
— Hello, Anselm, — Daniel approached his “brother” from behind and put his arm around his shoulder.
Shino cuddles up to someone, and Daniel cuddles up to someone else.
After putting on thick gloves and thanking the wondrous creature for its gift, Veserod skillfully removes its teeth and puts them in a pouch, making sure it doesn't tear or leak. Before leaving, he has a thought to take one more look into the cave and see what has become of it, but he dismisses it as unnecessary. Who knows how many more such creatures might live there, and where they might nest? And what if they have undermined the entire rock and a collapse might occur? He casts a final glance at the larva and smiles, knowing that now its offspring will not be left without food, and continues his hunt – but this time in a direction closer to the road, hoping that there will be fewer monsters there, taking away the game from honest workers.
Arandor
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