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After that, the girls checked the list of tasks on the board and decided to try their luck with the job of finding actors.

Having arrived at the specified address and talked to one of the theater staff, the girls had to appear before the theater director – Richard.

He was currently busy evaluating Eir's performance.
— Hmm... You're doing well with your athleticism, dear, and your ability to wield a weapon is also very good. Your smile could be better, of course, but considering the specifics of today's play, it will do. You two, — he called out to Gulveig and Kalentia, — please come on stage.

Richard

Is he really hugging someone while the hearing is going on? And this guy isn't wasting any time.

It was generally believed that theatrical directors, at least the most talented ones, were eccentric individuals, both in their behavior and attire. Judging by Richard's appearance, Calentia was now facing perhaps the most talented director in Serberia – his image would undoubtedly remain etched in the Argalian girl's memory. When the man addressed them with Gulveig, the girl decided not to make the potential employer wait and immediately proceeded to the stage.

Mentally praising "Armin" for leading his clan down the right path, Veserod walks towards the Fish statue – to check if any of our people are there, and to thank it for the opportunity to connect with the element.

The Chronicles of Eugen, issue dated 03/06/779

Having acquired a fresh issue of the News, Ilva found a free bench, which turned out to be not so easy, and quickly scanned the first pages, making sure to also read the comments of acquaintances about their village. World News did not arouse much curiosity in her, although she planned to one day thoroughly understand the intricacies of Westerian politics. However, the following news could definitely be interesting to other residents of Baldur, especially the former students of Vergil. Ilva tried to remember the surname of the knight who had taken him away last week, and she was almost certain that she had come to the right conclusions about the puzzle that had formed in her mind.
With interest, she reread the stories of the residents of Baldur, starting with Renold. Despite a few corrections, which she helped to make, it should be noted that he possessed good literary skills. Well, that was to be expected from her own brother, she thought, and the girl smiled contentedly.
Gulveig's note also pleased Ilva very much: in her opinion, this is exactly what compact and detailed newspaper Articles should look like, without tiring the reader with unnecessary details and superfluous information. And when she reached Veserod's work, she was surprised and checked several times to make sure that the editors had not made a mistake: one could not expect such a refined artistic style from the laconic hunter. Based on his example, Ilva began to seriously think that it was completely wrong to judge people only by their appearance. And in general, the girl reluctantly felt that her opinion of Baldur had slightly improved.

— A fight against spectators, a tournament of ten, shooting? — asked the guy in charge of the recording process to Renold.

—Both a fight and a tournament! — Renold said enthusiastically, finishing with a hastily eaten snack on the go. — By the way, I would like to know, — he coughed, finishing a particularly large piece of omelet, — are all kinds of poisons and other alchemical things allowed or prohibited during battles?

It was generally believed that theatrical directors, at least the most talented ones, were eccentric individuals, both in their behavior and attire. Judging by Richard's appearance, Calentia was now facing perhaps the most talented director in Serberia – his image would undoubtedly remain etched in the Argalian girl's memory. When the man addressed them with Gulveig, the girl decided not to make the potential employer wait and immediately followed him onto the stage.

If it was implied that they were supposed to go together, Gulveig should follow her friend.

“You,” he said, addressing Kalentia, “will be Rika Serdolik, and you,” now turning to Gulveig, “will be Felicia Lungwort. Depict a conflict for me.”

The main topic of the meeting was the prolonged Shengkai aggression against Northia. Serberia and Mirai pledged to provide assistance to Northia if the Republic does not cease its actions. The nature of this assistance, whether economic or military, has not yet been disclosed, but the meteor shower observed by the residents of Serberia on this day clearly indicates that fate favors our country.

I wonder if the Republic will cease its actions? xD And if it doesn't, what kind of assistance will our country send? xD

Mentally praising "Armin" for his clan following the right path, Veserod walks to the Fish statue – to check if any of our people are visible and to thank it for the opportunity to connect with the element.

Veserod reaches the designated spot and comes face to face with the statue in question.

—Both a fight and a tournament! —Renold said enthusiastically, finishing a hastily eaten snack on the go. —By the way, I wanted to know, —he coughed, finishing a particularly large piece of omelet, —are any poisons or other alchemical things allowed or prohibited during battles?

— No potions, no poisons, no ranged weapons, and no magic. We don't kill opponents and try not to injure them. Are you going to fight now?

Gullveig nodded and tried to settle as comfortably as possible on one of the chairs, which served as an armchair. She put on a calm smile and propped her head up with her left hand. "May Arteria bless you, Rika Serdolik. I am glad to see my sister here, so far from the sunny Regnleif. What brought such a respected head of the Inquisition to Lungwort? How do you like your stay in this country?"

“—I understand, I understand, this is even better. Fight?…” Renold mentally calculated the time until the meeting. “Why not.” —I don’t know how time works here, so if everything is okay, then it’s okay.

Deciding that it would be better to buy the gift before leaving, Anselm heads to a café for some ice cream.

—I understand, I understand, this is even better. Fight?... —Renold mentally calculated the time until the meeting. —Why not.

— Last question: how should I introduce you to the public?

- I thank you for your gifts, for your protection, for your grace, for your song, and may all unworthy barbarians be banished from your kingdom, and may your element overwhelm and sweep away all filth, and may the triumph of your nature come upon these ravaged lands, - the hunter wished with reverent trepidation, from the bottom of his heart.