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– And what do you suggest, that we take the blame?

It strongly resembles an episode of "Men's/Women's Talk," where various experts and hosts try to convey to hardcore alcoholics that drinking is bad.

“If it will make you feel better, then yes,” Calentia replied resolutely. “If you don’t have someone you can confide in, I can be that person for you.”

It reminds me of an episode of a show where experts and hosts try to convince hardcore alcoholics that drinking is bad.

Who among you is Gordon?

Back in the good old days, they could have simply used black magic to reprogram it and that would have been it.

Sophia didn't ban magic for no reason...

Back in the good old days, they could have simply used black magic to reprogram everything.

I was thinking about that even before.

— Oh... And why did Bertha even call that preacher to the house, that old hag... — Hans slung the scabbard of his two-handed sword over his shoulder and nodded to Calentia. — Let’s go outside.

The hunter could only hope that Gregor was right about the skill. At least the Ilian himself shot well, so his method had some merit; the question was whether Veserod, in his current physical and mental state, could master it, given that he wasn't a blank slate but rather "suffered" from a mix of overlapping and conflicting habits and muscle memory from his native style.
- What kind of nation is that? - he frowned. - To me, they're all just beasts. You harvest parts from them and use them - skin, bones, fat, fangs - he pointed to the tip of a Lich arrow to confirm his words. - And if they were created by nature, then there must have been a purpose behind it.
Veserod shared observations that had accumulated in him over the years he spent in Baldur:
- I think the purpose is to confine you all within walls. To prevent people from setting foot in the world without constantly looking over their shoulders. To make it impossible to venture off the beaten path unarmed. It's not surprising. The forest, the mountain, the swamp - they don't disappear; their spirits don't vanish. They have been here since the beginning of time and will continue to exist as long as the mountain and the forest stand. But the people have lost all respect for them, walled themselves off, and buried themselves in books and machines - which they created at the expense of plundering and violence against nature. And everyone worships different idols, today one, tomorrow another. The spirits are doing the right thing. This is a war of annihilation - either you will level everything that exists here, or you will be driven into a pen until you die out.
Veserod exhaled - the tirade had taken a lot out of him, but once something was said, it had to be finished.
- I've been hearing chatter all week - about some golem. Another bogeyman to scare children into staying inside. Who is it? Can we take it down?

Christoph was right – any attempts to convince Hans of something were futile. Kalentia herself wasn't even sure why she was still so stubbornly clinging to straws, hoping to reach the drunken guard. Perhaps it was her unwillingness to feel useless and helpless again, someone who is incapable of influencing anything. Even if the outcome seemed predetermined. And now, everything was leading to the same thing, through which Christoph was trying to guide his friend onto the right path – to good old sparring. Perhaps, in a different situation, the Argalian would have even agreed to a sparring match with such an experienced opponent, but not now. “I don’t want to fight you,” the girl shook her head negatively. “Christoph told me that only fights could dissuade you from the bottle, but it wouldn’t last long. And now, no matter who wins between us, I don’t think your perspective will change. If you don’t want to listen to me, I’ll just leave. You won’t need to fight me.”

“Humans are adaptable creatures; they can adjust to anything, so I wouldn’t worry about the fate of our species in the near future. As for the golem, it’s a different story. It’s not an opponent you can defeat with simple arrows; you need to outsmart it.” Gregor glanced towards the eastern part of the forest. “This is a task for you and your friends: hone your skills and improve your teamwork.”

A task for you and your friends, to hone your skills and improve teamwork.

Maybe we should lead him to the ragni-lantern... I wonder what the hint is.

Christopher was right – any attempts to convince Hans of something were futile. Calentia herself wasn't even sure why she was still so stubbornly clinging to straws, hoping to reach the drunken guard. Perhaps it was her unwillingness to feel useless and helpless again, someone who is incapable of influencing anything. Even if the outcome seemed predetermined. And now, everything was leading to the same thing, through which Christopher tried to guide his friend onto the right path – to good old sparring. Perhaps, in a different situation, the Argalian would have even agreed to a sparring match with such an experienced opponent, but not now.
“I don’t want to fight you,” the girl shook her head negatively, “Christopher told me that only fights could dissuade you from the bottle, but it didn’t last long. And now, whoever of us wins, I don’t think your perspective will change. If you don’t want to listen to me, I’ll just leave. You won’t need to fight me.”

“Words are just wind,” Hans said, looking away in disappointment, “well, good luck reaching your opponents in the future.”

I had that idea, but I discarded it because golems are afraid of lanterns. I thought the quest could involve luring the golem into a swamp or near a cliff.

What, am I supposed to fight Hans?