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Imelda with a musket should have been registered...
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And what about you, are you planning to participate?
- I don't know yet, and I haven't fully understood the rules. So, are they divided into pairs, or can someone attack you from behind while you're fighting someone else? Although, yes, there are ten people, so five will remain, and... - Anselm illustrated the result of an unfair fight with his fingers. - Although, of course, we could almost all register together, but I think that's probably forbidden.
“Well, I imagined it like this: ten warriors come out from different sides of the arena and start fighting. Of course, I think many of our guys will sign up, so we shouldn’t expect any particularly underhanded moves, but still… But even if we lose right away, we’ll still gain some experience!” Reynold concluded. “I’m actually heading to our meeting place now, are you going there too, or what?”
-Of course, I wasn't lying - after such a stunning public success, Anders felt a surge of confidence - lying is just stupid, because no matter how hard you try to embellish the truth, sooner or later everyone will find out what you really are. By the way, that bearded guy who took third place - that's our commander, he also participated in the battle with the golem and the dendroids, he could confirm every word I say - Anders' smile didn't fade - I understand that you don't really like public places, but maybe we can go somewhere, sit down, have lunch, and celebrate?
Anders and Kristina found the Magic Horn through trial and error, and Anders, though accustomed to such places in his childhood where one could always rob a drunk or otherwise profit, still grimaced at the cacophony of sounds, the jumble of images, and the wild mixture of smells: -I'm reliving my childhood again, and I realize how much I hate it - he said - it seems like this place isn't very good. Do you want to stay?
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
The boy twisted the scabbard in his small hands, carefully examining every detail of its design, and then continued with his activity. When it was finished, Miranda appeared in the room again. After a quick conversation with her son, she thanked Ryohei for the lesson and made an unexpected offer. — I want to buy this katana from you. Carla really liked it, and I think it would look quite impressive on him. What do you say? You have two of them anyway.
— This is a personal gift from Baron Gungnir and my main weapon. — Ryohei frowned and shook his head. — Such things are not for sale. It would be disrespectful to both myself and the baron, not to mention that it would increase the risks for both me and those I am responsible for. I apologize, but this blade will remain mine. However, I can sell my second katana if you wish.
Arandor
Heroist
