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— Ha, I can't deny that, but this topic touches upon many elements of scientific knowledge, and my main interest in it is related to history, psychology, and philosophy. After all, a mentally healthy person wouldn't just sell their soul for no reason, which means they must have special reasons for doing so. What does this say about entire cultures where demonology was practiced everywhere? However, I doubt my reflections will seem interesting to you now. Anders, I will eagerly await your analysis of this work.

"Oh, does it involve selling your soul?" Anders thought to himself with alarm – "maybe it's not such a good idea..."
-Okay, I will definitely tell you what I think after reading it!
Will I need to spend another skill point on reading?

No. You and Neyra have already paid the entry fee for this event.

Well, since we’ve already paid the price, we might as well take a look at the book’s text…

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— No need to thank me, — Calentia smiled, — follow us. If it's not a secret, why did you need to go to the eastern forest?

— I want to ask Amelia Slimegate to allow me to take some photos... — He explains what a ragnite camera is and how it works.

— I would like to ask Amelia Slimegate to allow me to take a few photos... — Explains what a ragnite camera is and the principles of its operation.

— "Camera," she said thoughtfully, — and what principle does this device operate on, if it's not a secret? So, you perform the necessary manipulations, and then it automatically produces an image?

Hearing his name, Veserod came out of his daze. He was in a strange room near a bookshelf, holding a book open to the last page, and a familiar voice – Ilva? – had called out to him, probably thinking he was feeling unwell.
- This... - he absentmindedly turned the book in his hands, as if not knowing what to do with it, before finally closing it and returning it to the shelf. - From the Fortress?..
After the strange trance he had been in during the events of the last few hours, it took him a few moments to come to his senses.
- Ah, well... Harpies... Stone Golems... And deeper in, it gets more serious. And there's a lot of climbing to do. No Rayflowers grow at the foot of the mountain, - he glanced at the unthreatening figure of the girl, who wasn't burdened with weapons or signs of frequent travel across rough terrain. - It's a harsh place... Even if you're with your brother.
He remembered his expedition and rummaged through his bags:
- I found a few...

— "Camera" means… — the Argalian said thoughtfully, — but what principle does this device operate on, if it's not a secret? So, you perform the necessary manipulations, and then it automatically produces an image?

— The information is stored on a photoquartz. — Iwein shows Kalentia a small plate made of transparent mineral. — Then, the resulting image needs to be developed using a special solution and paper.

— The information is stored on a photoquartz. — Iveyne shows Kalentia a small plate made of transparent mineral. — Then, the resulting image needs to be developed using a special solution and paper.

The information about the device seemed extremely interesting to the girl — she had never heard of anything like it before. But that's not all, of course. Perhaps Arteria was smiling at her and showing her a way to please her aunt without having to risk going into the forest. But that was just a possibility — she needed to hear Iveyne's answer first.
— Mr. Scabiosa, after you finish your business with Amelia, and if you have this solution and the necessary type of paper with you, may I ask you for a small favor? Of course, if it won't be too much trouble and you still have some free time today.

– What do you want to capture, Kel? – he asks quietly.

– What do you want to capture, Cal?

— Our family – you, me, Yua, Aunt Emilia, and Uncle Gungnir, and all our other siblings, – the Argalian smiled, – I think such an image would be a great gift for Aunt Emilia's anniversary. Something much more valuable than the gift we were initially considering.

-- Wow... Mother, that's good...

With every word the hunter spoke, Ilva's mind filled with fear. She would certainly not see any more flowers for her signature dish. Bloodthirsty harpies, stone monsters like the golem that Reynold had told her about – it was all too much. At this rate, they would soon be completely trapped in this village. It was all very, very untimely.
But then, to the girl's surprise, Veserod had picked up a few flowers along the way.
"Oh, these are exactly what I need!" Ilva exclaimed, barely containing her joy. "If you don't mind, I'd be happy to take them, no, buy them from you!" She reached for her pouch with her meager savings. And then she thought that she didn't know the price of the plants at all. "Um, twenty celics each, is that enough? Or thirty...?" she mumbled guiltily.

— Ideally, brave knights should protect you from sharp steel and scorching magic, shielding you with their bodies from arrows and sword strikes, but such knights are not always available, so learning to defend yourself is undoubtedly an excellent idea. Go ahead.

"...but in Baldr, there's only the disabled Virgil and, in a way, the old man Gungnir," Alessia thought, finishing the thought her mentor had started. — "Ah, Cecilia, it's been almost a decade, and you still live in Airisufir."
Nowadays, men need protection themselves. Whether it's Veserod, with his shovel-like beard, or the strange Anders, he's clearly not the type to shield an embrasure with his chest. Anselm, who was beaten by a woman in a tournament... One might think that he was the only one smart and gallant enough to lose on purpose, but after the forest, that doesn't seem so likely anymore. Only Renold Ilva seems to have been positively influenced by a woman.
"Nowadays, you can only rely on yourself," the old, repeatedly spoken words echoed in her memory.

Skill: staff
Training – that's what a certain type of people, people like Gungnir, call torture on a voluntary-compulsory basis.
— Hit! Hit harder, you fool! The movement starts from the feet! Put your body into it! — Gungnir yells.
— I'm trying, sir Baron. — It had only been about twenty minutes, but Alessia's hands were already covered in bloody calluses, and it took great effort just to hold the damned stick. And she would gladly leave, but who would let her?
— You're not trying! You're not even holding the stance! I showed you the stance! The end of the staff at the level of the opponent's chin! Come on!
— Like this?
— Keep your back straight! Maybe you've lost weight to the point of being skeletal, but I don't believe this stick weighs more than you. Now hit! Again! I still haven't seen a single hit!

Three hours later, Alessia stared blankly into the mirror with the single thought – what's wrong with those women who subject themselves to this seriously and voluntarily. Alessia looked sadly at the bruised calluses and broken fingernail. "That's how it is... and I thought my hands would get rough from work," she tapped her thin, white fingers on the smooth surface of the dressing table. "I should be playing the piano with hands like these, not waving a stick like a man. The Baron could at least show some understanding, he's become so callous, so savage in his Baldr. In this village – it's no wonder. Why am I even here, and what is this place doing to me?..."
Still, it was better than letting some dendroids disfigure her face... or begging in the streets of Clematis. The February day, infamously short, still showed no signs of ending. Alessia, having put herself in a decent appearance, ran her fingers through her hair for the umpteenth time, but couldn't think of anything better than simply letting her hair down. One day, civilization will reach here, and a hair salon will open here, but she is unlikely to live to see it. For now, she needs to spend the rest of the day usefully, and Alessia goes to Armin to find out about his task.

- No need, - Veserod shook his head and handed the plants to Ilva. - I don't need them, and they weren't worth anything to me. Let them be of use to someone.

— Our family – you, me, Yua, Aunt Emilia, and Uncle Gungnir, and the rest of our brothers and sisters – smiled the Argalian. I think such an image could be a great gift for Aunt Emilia's anniversary. Something much more valuable than the gift we were initially considering.

You'll have to stand motionless in front of the camera; my stealth status will be triggered.

Something much more valuable than the gift we were initially considering.

It was getting dark. Ryohei was still standing alone at the gathering point for the ingredient-gathering expedition, lost in thought...