— I might be wrong, — Yua lowered her head, — but it seems to me that Veserod doesn't really like civilization and prefers to be alone rather than in the company of others, but I wouldn't wish him loneliness...
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I went to see what that purple star in the Battlegrounds was, or is it a continuation of the battles?
— Hey Ren, — his old friend Karl approached and gave him a friendly hug, — you really stirred things up last week... Did you come specifically to kill people?
—Hey, Ren, — his old friend Karl approached and gave him a friendly pat on the back, — you really stirred things up last week... Did you come here specifically to kill people?
—You’re right, but that still doesn’t mean that loneliness is the only option. —Ilva smiled. —For example, Veserod in Baldur doesn’t seem particularly unhappy. Let’s come up with something else... For instance, he’s a good hunter and tracker, you know what that is? And now he’s been appointed leader of our entire group on all sorts of expeditions. So, we can wish him success in these pursuits, so he doesn’t get sad or upset about civilization and becomes the very best ranger and commander, don’t you think?
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—Hey, Karl. I just used to only engage in friendly duels, and now, look, in the very first battle, I almost met my death... So, I had to start fighting with all my might, and it seems I miscalculated my strength a little...
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What’s stopping me from handing over all the squad’s valuables for 50 celts? He doesn’t know what’s mine and what isn’t.
Although the training sessions were productive, the results were barely noticeable. Anselm suggested that he might already be quite resilient, so the changes weren't particularly impressive. The rest of the time, the young man spent teaching his parrot phrases like "Who's there?", tapping on the wood beforehand, and also "Don't steal!", "Praise Arteria!", "Arteria loves you," and "Hello. How are you?". He also tried to teach the bird to pronounce the names of Anselm's brothers and sisters. The swordsman decided to name the bird Azi.
— “I didn’t quite calculate…” Yeah, right, you’ll tell me that. When you knock someone’s head off, will you also say, “Oops, I didn’t mean to, don’t get me wrong”? Or “It just fell off on its own, I had nothing to do with it…”? Haha!
You should be grateful that I'm preparing potions for the team, otherwise, another artist would have emerged... 😎
Although the training sessions were productive, the results were barely noticeable. Anselm suggested that he might already be quite resilient, so the changes weren't particularly impressive. The rest of the time, the young man spent teaching his parrot phrases like "Who's there?", after tapping on the wood, and also "Don't steal!", "Praise Arteria!", "Arteria loves you," and "Hello. How are you?". He also tried to teach the bird to pronounce the names of Anselm's siblings. The swordsman decided to name the bird Azi.
It seems that Anselm's chosen name didn't appeal to the bird.
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Ilva looked at the girl with admiration – how old was she? – and clapped her hands.
—That's simply wonderful! I couldn't have written it better myself, and without a single mistake. Well done! Now, who's next?
—Heh, never mind. — Ren waved it off with a smile. —To be honest, I was a little scared back then, after the battles were over. I don't read the news about our factions, just in case they decide to throw me in jail for violating some safety rules or something... That would be really unpleasant, wouldn't it?
— My brother Anders never plays with me, — the girl said sadly, — so I don't even know what to write.
As if Veserod is playing.


Where do we end up when we save the world?
— My brother Anders never plays with me, — the girl said sadly, — so I don't even know what to write.
— Well... Our doctors did everything they could, so what can I say? They were just unlucky, haaa. However, I won't be surprised if fighting arenas are closed everywhere sooner or later... I heard that the queen wants to ban them so as not to waste human resources in vain or something like that... And what do they think? Since when does the government decide whether I can risk my life or not? It's MY life!
He glanced at the mechanical abominations, which, by their very appearance, caused discomfort. Of course, the watches stood out the most - the thought that a person would voluntarily put this uncomfortable, unnatural contraption on their body, like a parasite or the shackles of a prisoner, when they could perfectly determine the time by the position of the sun, the wind, and the temperature of the air, the cries of animals, and observing insects, made him feel nauseous. However, he didn't show any of this outwardly, but simply nodded, assessing the assortment.
- The person who runs the trade in this city deserves respect, - Veserod said, slightly bending the truth and changing the general meaning of what he said, but nevertheless expressing his honest opinion. - But I've heard different rumors... That people have been... robbed for decades. Defrauded. And all sorts of things... To be honest, we have our own problems here, and we're all feeling down about it... Can you give us any advice? Or have you heard anything, or have you experienced anything yourself? How did it happen that these scoundrels have been ripping people off for years? Even if they had pitchforks, the people could have brought order themselves if they knew which door to break down.
—Don't be upset, Anders is just... well, he's shy. Let me think what to write... Well, he always gazes dreamily at girls, especially at Gulveig. We can wish him to find his love soon. I also saw him with a cat a couple of times, so he probably loves animals. And in general, he should be less gloomy and withdrawn; then, for sure, everything will become much brighter in his life!
—Well, yes, as one great wise man and commander said, "unlucky." And about the ban, I don't even know; do you really think it's possible? But you're right, everyone should decide for themselves. "Human resources," yeah, even the sound of it shows the attitude...
The poem serving as a gift for Gungnir was largely dedicated to his paternal qualities, although it would have been a sin not to mention his military talents. Nevertheless, the main focus was on family, as for Kalentia, and many other pupils, the baron was primarily a father or a caring uncle, rather than a living legend of Serberia. The poem about Veserod focused on the hunter's ability to find balance with nature and described his, albeit fictional, walk through the forest. As for Anders, the girl remembered the young man's love for cats and decided that it would be fun to write about the Elheimian as if he had suddenly become a cat. She even named the final work "A Cat Named Anders." However, there was also praise for the birthday boy – despite his shyness, he was very talented, although, for some reason, he didn't see it himself.
Leveling up the Traveler style.
Yua silently writes the text and shows it to Ilva.
—Uh-huh, uh-huh, exactly! Serberia is literally built on gladiatorial blood, and they're coming up with something like this... By the way, do you want me to show you something interesting?