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After a moment of hesitation, Alessia purchased "Shengkai" and "Airisufir" – her knowledge of technology and energy was, at best, a century behind, and understanding anything about the Ragni was barely possible. Although, perhaps, it might be useful. Even more useful would probably be to finally start studying trade, at least by learning about currencies, but Alessia didn't feel morally ready for that today, as she hadn't for many months. In short, after buying some local history literature, judging by the title "School of Eight Elements" – probably very mediocre literature, Alessia left the store and headed home.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Do we have anyone who can cast Resurrection, just in case? Otherwise, I can send Renold with you to fight the Golem, if that would be helpful. —A hundred? —Ilva counted her 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. Renold listened carefully to the Baron's advice. At least, it seemed that he was generally on the right track, which was very encouraging. He had 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 was simply incompatible with fencing. —An ace up your 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 would compare the first one to my duel with Anders, which means I need agility to dodge arrows, speed to catch up with him quickly, 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.
—To be blunt: in your situation, victory over Veserod was impossible, and you lost even before the fight began: the guy had significantly more experience and a territorial advantage. I suppose that such a truth may seem unpleasant to you, but it is a good lesson; during competitions, you had no choice, but in real conditions, it should teach you not to seek battles where they can be avoided, which in itself is one of the main rules for a warrior who wants to live a long life and remain with all his limbs. As for Gulveig, you shouldn't have closed the distance and simply moved around the designated combat area, waiting for the fight to end. Sometimes, a shameful draw is better than a glorious defeat. Of course, this is only true in the current circumstances: train, and other opportunities will open up for you.
Books also give event points, just like in the previous game.
Added 5 minutes later Arandor
- It's a pity, so I'll have to look for it myself, - Anselm concluded. - No, he seems like an ordinary traveler. Alright, I'll go for a walk, I still need to perform for the children later.
Reaching the pond, Anselm finds no one there except for the fish swimming in it.
“Thank you for your help,” Kalentia said to her friend after the sparring session.
Sitting down on a bench, she took off the boots she had received from Norbert, putting her old ones back on, and noticed that the battle, either on its own or in combination with other tests, had not left them completely unscathed – they hadn’t fallen apart, but the soles were cracked in some places. However, this wasn’t a particular surprise for the Argalian; Norbert was renowned for the reliability of his equipment. Therefore, if the craftsman had any suspicions that his creation might not meet certain standards, there had to be good reason for it. It was a bit of a pity, as otherwise, the boots made by Norbert seemed quite comfortable to the girl, but there was nothing she could do about it. Perhaps she would have even bought them if she had any extra money. But for now, she would have to wait until the creator improved their design.
“By the way…” Kalentia finished examining the boots and was about to turn her attention back to Gulveig, but she noticed that Eir, whom she had already forgotten about during the sparring session, was still in the training hall. “…although, wait a minute, Eir might also be interested.” The Argalian paused, turned her head towards the Grimwald warrior, and, taking a deep breath, shouted, “Hey, Eir, would you be interested in hunting a golem?!”
After Anselm left, Daniel lingered for a moment to ask what his friend had been talking about with Doris.
Having clarified the information, the young man continued to wander around the city until he reached the notice board.
"Guys, is there anything left that no one has taken yet?"
Regarding the books, Gulveig and I are hoarding the books about Regnleif and the gladiators. Although, I don't think they would be that useful to many people besides us. But we can share them with Arcomage if needed.
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Guys, what other quests haven't been taken yet?
There's still the quest with Hans, the quest with the newspaper, and the quest with the curtains. I was actually thinking about trying out other quests later, but if any of them appeal to you, feel free to take them and complete them. It would be strange of me to grab almost all the quests for myself.
As you continue to wander through the forest near Veserod, a Serberian wolf emerges from behind the trees and glares menacingly at him.
It is ten squares away from you.
Entering the training hall, Vegi actually wanted to train there. But she saw Eir training and paused for a moment. Waving to the girl, Gulveig decided to lean against the wall and just have a snack with a bun, while also watching how her red-haired neighbor would train – it was precisely this kind of initiative in battle that the native of Baldr lacked. Then Cal came in new boots, which impressed her friend, and she needed help with testing them. As a result, the boots became the second thing that Gulveig "broke" that day – not a record, of course, but still, it was more mishaps than usual. A trend is emerging. “Golem? Hmm... Since the teachers haven’t dealt with it yet, it probably isn’t too difficult. In general, we need to hurry, otherwise it might wander into the city and trample something.
— Thank you for your help, — Kalentia thanked her friend after the sparring session. Sitting down on a bench, she took off the boots she had received from Norbert, putting her old ones back on, and noticed that the battle, either on its own or in combination with other tests, had not left them completely unscathed — they may not have fallen apart, but the soles were cracked in some places. However, this was not a particular surprise for the Argalian — Norbert was famous for the reliability of the equipment he produced. Therefore, if the craftsman had suspicions that his creation might not meet certain standards, there must have been good reason for it. It was a bit of a pity, as otherwise, Kalentia found the boots made by Norbert to be quite comfortable, but there was nothing she could do about it. Perhaps she would have even bought them if she had had extra money. But for now, she would have to wait until the creator improved their design. — By the way... — having finished examining them, Kalentia was about to turn her attention back to Gulveig, but she noticed that Eir, whom she had already forgotten about during the sparring session, was still in the training hall, — ... although, wait a minute, Eir might also be interested. — The Argalian paused, turned her head towards the Grimwald warrior, and, taking a deep breath, shouted, — Hey, Eir, would you be interested in hunting a golem?!
— Hunt who? — Eir stopped her training and approached to ask what was being discussed.
—Let me be frank: given your circumstances, victory over Veserod was impossible, and you lost even before the duel began. The guy had significantly more experience and a territorial advantage. I suppose this truth might be unpleasant for you, but it's a valuable lesson. During competitions, you had no choice, but in real-life situations, it should teach you not to seek battles where they can be avoided, which is one of the main rules for a warrior who wants to live a long life and keep all their limbs. As for Gulveig, you shouldn't have closed the distance; you should have simply moved around the designated battle area, waiting for the duel to end. Sometimes, a shameful draw is better than a glorious defeat. Of course, this is only true in the current circumstances: train, and other opportunities will open up for you.
Renold had never thought before that some battles were doomed to fail, and in some, it was worth seeking a draw. The main thing, as he realized, was to realistically assess his own strengths and capabilities. This kind of thinking would probably have a positive effect on him. —Thank you very much for the advice. —he bowed his head respectfully. —I will try not to forget your words. Well, I won't bother you any longer. Leaving the baron's office, Renold ran into Ilva. —Hey! —he said happily. —Hi. —remembering their morning conversation, Ilva blushed slightly, but the situation was hopeless. —Can you lend me 50 seliks? —What? —her brother asked. —What do you need them for? —What does it matter to you? I need them. —No, Ilv, you know we're counting every coin right now. If we keep wasting the budget like this, we'll be living under our father's roof for the rest of our lives... Ilva, struck by her own words, blushed deeply and stared at the floor. —I need to help Claudia. And maybe she'll reward me later. But if you don't want to, then don't! —the girl turned sharply and started to walk away, but Renold stopped her. —I'm just kidding, kidding. —he smiled, took her hand, and poured the rest of his money into her palm. —Pay me back with interest! —Thanks, Ren! Don't worry, I will) —Ilva, beaming, kissed her brother on the cheek and ran back to "The Truth". The guy shrugged, remembered Gungnir's words, and hurried to the training hall.
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