Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

- Hang on, son, just one more thing: where did you see her, and who is she? We'll look for her. It's important for us to know.

/Do the mercenaries still feel pain?/

Zeykin strokes his beard and tries to visually assess whether the soldier is still capable of responding to anything, or if the limit has been reached.

Zeykin tries to hit him on the head so that he passes out and calms down.
- Okay, I admit, all this was a waste of time, - he groans as he gets to his feet, shaking his head. - But at least we found out one thing - it's impossible to reason with them. And, to be honest, I don't see any point in dragging "him" to jail... At best, he'll be locked up for decades in a padded room at the expense of taxpayers, and at worst, he'll spread his sectarian madness to others, or even break free. I think there's only one acceptable way out of this situation... - he takes out a sharpener and tests its edge with his finger.

—Tamara? I think I’ve heard that name somewhere… —Joe muttered thoughtfully.

—No. On behalf of all the crazy people, I won’t let anyone touch the crazy one.

-- No. On behalf of all the crazy people, I won't let anyone touch the crazy one.

Do you have any hope that he can be cured?

He's not "crazy"! He's cursed by a demon, you know! - Davalia interjected. - As far as I know, it's not that simple to cure, you need a specialist.

- Yes, in every port you've ever sailed through.

- We've all picked up some curses today, and what, are we going to dispose of them all? Protagonists don't do that. There's Vanus, there's the old man in the garden of good, if you believe him, we'll figure something out. But if we spill even more blood here, and in a one-sided manner, who knows, maybe the cup will overflow and a main villain will spawn here? That would be just great. Or, let's torture people in the domain of the demon of pain, that's a million-dollar idea, right?