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Do you think it makes sense for any of my characters to level up their magic skills?

There's no one else like him in this town, so I'd like to take a look at him first. No one will just walk around with demonic literature.

I need to think about it.

Added 15 minutes later
Yeah, Hans was unrecognizable today. The man standing before Kalentia today could easily be mistaken for an experienced landsknecht. Apparently, the events of last week really helped the guard sober up. And the girl hoped that in the future, no one, especially his children, would have to see the man return to his destructive habit.
— Good day, — greeted the Argalian, — how is the garden?

— Hello. Things could be better. Your friend and your garden are not the best combination in this world.

Veserod was genuinely angry.
- Actually, this is your grandfather's city. By belittling it, you are belittling your own lineage and yourself. And if your lineage doesn't even make you proud, then others will disregard it as well. How many friends do you have in the capital? How many of them genuinely smile at you, and how many whisper behind your back? There are plenty of arrogant people there. While you waste your energy trying to denigrate your heritage, they respect theirs. They honor their ancestors, who made them who they are. And that's why they are stronger than you. That's why you want to come here and try to make others feel inferior. Didn't your grandfather teach you that? Or your parents? - Veserod smirked bitterly. - Of course not. You've all gone mad in your own little world. You know nothing about life, honor, self-respect. Even the "arrest-thieves," who should understand this by nature, have gone crazy. Everyone is stepping on each other, and as soon as something happens outside the fence, they start attacking "abo-nations." Your grandfather built this city with his own hands, feet, teeth, and claws. He carved it out of the rock, tearing his skin and breaking his bones, barely eating or sleeping, all for the sake of simple Hans. That's why everyone here loves and respects him. Ordinary people, complex people – it doesn't matter. And he respects and loves them. That's where the strength lies – in having something of your own, protecting it, and being happy. Your grandfather wanted you to understand this yourself, but he miscalculated.
He firmly took Yuyu's hand.
- Stop humiliating yourself. A game is when everyone has fun. But this is not a game; it's a deception.

I'm feeling better now.

Veggi waved to the priestess and waited for them to talk to the guest.
-- Mr. Theodahad is a good friend of the teacher, and I am giving him a tour, -- Gulveig said, and then thought about what a strange sight it must be for Almandina, who had seen many times in the past how some parishioner cried in the Temple because she couldn't get any work and made loud promises never to take on anything again. But the world is changing...

-And how am I supposed to show it to you? As you rightly pointed out earlier, few people walk their cat on a leash...

— Yes, I can't argue with that, — the girl smiled, remembering the events of last week. — I heard that you are going to hold some kind of training today. Unfortunately, without any specifics. So I came here for details.

Anselm went to the church to see if the priestess needed any help.

— I can teach you three things: how to wield a sword, how to work in the garden, and how to drink for pleasure. Are you interested in any of these?

- I know one thing: insulting ancestors and their heritage is the gravest sin. And humiliating those who don't realize this or cannot retaliate is also a despicable act. My ancestors are smiling at me. What about yours? - he led Yuya away. - Let's go from here; there are better games.

— Think bigger. Haven't you seen any cats on the city streets?