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“Yes, I heard something like that… But how does organizing a squad relate to business?” Gullveig decided to leave this mystery for later, largely because, in her current situation, there was no point in staying in the safe haven of Baldr all the time. Thinking about future travels, the girl went to take a look (with one eye) at the inn.

It wasn't hard to guess what was on Emilia's mind – her aunt was undoubtedly worried, perhaps even more than many others, about the news of how dangerous the adventures in Elheim had turned out to be. And she clearly didn't want to lose any of her pupils, especially since Uncle was sending them on dangerous missions in a sort of voluntary-compulsory manner. At the same time, she didn't oppose her husband's plans as actively as Cecilia, Almandina, or Claudia did. Perhaps she knew something that others didn't. Or maybe she was simply keeping it to herself, due to her gentle nature and patient temperament. Unfortunately, Kalentia couldn't imagine how she could help her aunt cope with such anxieties – she herself wasn't going to give up traveling, and promises to return safe and sound would be nothing more than empty words. Therefore, even without knowing the best way to approach the issue, the Argalian left Emilia alone with her thoughts, fearing that her intervention would only make her aunt's mood even worse.

Leaving the estate, Kalentia headed towards the statue of the Goddess and mentally prayed that Artery would protect Baldur as a whole, and their group in particular, from any possible misfortunes. That Gungnir, far from prying eyes, wouldn't be tormented by the thought that he had sent his pupils to certain death. That Emilia wouldn't helplessly watch as her children, one after another, died in the prime of their lives. That none of Baldur's mentors would lose their dear friends and students. That she, or other members of their group, wouldn't have to mourn the deaths of their brothers and sisters, not knowing what to say to the others upon their return home. That whatever misfortune they encountered, they would overcome it.

Having finished her prayer, the Argalian decided to visit the "Hermit," driven not least by curiosity. While the growth of Baldur and the changes taking place in it were viewed ambiguously by many residents, Kalentia herself had not yet decided how to feel about it. On the one hand, she would undoubtedly miss the old, quiet, and peaceful Baldur. On the other hand, changes don't always lead to something bad, and the girl was at least interested in what the future holds for their hometown. And she was definitely pleased with the plans to build a railway station – no matter what anyone says, it was hard to deny the convenience of such an invention.

-Well, then maybe it's better to learn, just in case it comes in handy...

- Basically, instead of a crossbow, you take stones and throw them.

- Although I don't approve of such hobbies, I'll try to get it for you as an exception, - the swordsman assured. - What about you? Anything new, or maybe you need help with something?
so, did our friendship level up?

— As for the new things... Well, these tourists are a real pain, I feel like they won't let me live in peace with the construction of the station. — Hans sighed sadly. — Well, at least it will be more convenient for young people to get to "civilization" now. 

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At one point, Veserod wondered – what if Britta saw me with another woman? But then he dismissed the thought – after all, it’s just a friendly walk.
- My ancestors settled in the wild lands in a harsh climate, teeming with ferocious beasts. All people were honest with each other. They didn't have any "dates." There was a real feeling. Walks under the Northern Lights... Gatherings around a campfire... Ice sculpture... - the hunter's eyes gazed dreamily into the distance for a while, before returning to their rural reality. - Know that Baldr is not quite the same anymore. Although he has his good sides too...
He nodded.
- I am free and can spend time with you, but how will your husband feel about it?

At one point, Veserod wondered – what if Britta saw him with another woman? But then he dismissed the thought – she wouldn’t.

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Gülveig and Kalentia arrive at "The Hermit" during Doris's conversation with an unfamiliar female figure.

— Oh, here are the baron's protégés I was telling you about," Doris commented on their arrival, then turned to them, — this is Lord Sizygia, a guest from distant Meristia... He is traveling with Messenetz and stopped in our city to rest from his long journey.
— That's correct," the elf confirmed. — I was told that the baron's children help those around them and take on any job, is that so?

— Oh, here are the baron's protégés I was telling you about, — Doris commented on their arrival, then turned to them, — this is Mr. Sisygy, a guest from distant Meristia... He is traveling with Messenetz and stopped in our city to rest from his long journey.
— That's correct. — The elf confirmed. — I was told that the baron's children help those around them and take on any job, is that true?

— It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sisygy, — the Argalian woman nodded politely and introduced herself, — Calentia. What you have heard is absolutely true. We are always ready to help those who need our assistance.

Gulveig also greeted him with a polite bow and introduced herself. "Work? Well, I think it's now Calentia's turn to help the guests. An interesting person, this elf... from Meristia. Mother, I hope he likes it here."

For a moment, Veserod wondered – what if Britta saw me with another woman? But then he dismissed the thought – after all, it's just a friendly walk.
- My ancestors settled in wild lands with a harsh climate, teeming with ferocious beasts. All people were honest with each other. They didn't have any "dates." There was a real feeling. Walks under the Northern Lights... Gatherings around a campfire... Ice sculpture... - the hunter's eyes gazed dreamily into the distance for a while before returning to their rural reality. - Know that Baldr is not the same anymore. Although he has his good sides...
He nodded.
- I'm free and can spend time with you, but how will your husband feel about it?

— Do you see any worthy men in this city, who are not already taken and could be mine? I don't see any. Give me five, no, ten minutes, and I'll be ready.

Nice defeated Rohey...

Rohey is married to his samurai katana.

"Worthy? Yes. Available? Yes. Could they potentially be on your side? Well..." – Veserod thought, waiting for the designated ten minutes.

— It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Syzygy, — the Argalian woman nodded politely and introduced herself, — Calentia. What you've heard is true. We are always ready to help those who need our assistance.

— Excellent, in that case, I would like someone to introduce me to all the important residents of Baldur. I'm leaving today, and I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to make some useful contacts, but I doubt I can do it on my own.

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"Worthy? Yes. Available? Yes. Who could be yours? Hmm..." - thought Veserod, waiting for the designated ten minutes.

Gerda returns after 20 minutes.
— So, where should we go?

Let's go meet Syzygy; he wanted to see some important people associated with Baldr.