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- If creating a memorable name, by any criteria, was your deliberate policy, then I suppose you have succeeded in that – your name is certainly memorable. Whether for good or for ill is no longer for me to decide, - says Myco, noting to himself that with such an extravagant appearance of the boss, the last remark takes on a rhetorical character. - So, what is this place, if we get more specific? I see that it is open to the public.
— We help people find jobs, and employers find workers, while ensuring that the latter do not exploit the former and comply with the labor laws of the empire. In addition, our organization promotes the interests of workers in the government of the empire. We are allocated one of the fourteen seats in the Supreme Council.
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- Hmm, the door is locked. It seems that it only opens from the other side, - Nishenet tried to open the door just in case.
The door did not open. — Ah, we will probably exit from that side when we have completed the entire path. They came up with a clever solution)
I hope there's delivery, and the poor gnome didn't have to carry it across the city herself... -- Honestly, I didn't even think about it, but you really are so well-mannered, Mysterius, you behaved so quietly the whole way, that's what noble blood means, -- she scratches him behind the ear. -- Well, here's where you'll live, my dear comrade. Now, let's see what's in the mail? Ayko opened the box with a key that was in the house and checked the contents. She was glad that there was at least one request (fixed) inside: from someone named Beata, now she had to find them in the "Haven". Maybe something else? The girl rummaged at the bottom of the box, checking, and then... >installing the clock in the main hall >Haven
- And do they adhere to ethical standards? Do they avoid exploitation? Author
— We help people find jobs, and we help employers find workers.
- I'm just curious - do you operate on voluntary donations or government subsidies? Or do you charge a fee for your services, and if so, what is it based on in this scheme?
- Wow! What a thing! Let's go, we can't let him catch us, or he'll turn us into salad!
We move forward.
The Knight almost catches up to the fugitives, but before his sword can reach them, they manage to turn into another room, which he, for some reason, doesn't enter, as if he's afraid of something. The new room is well-lit and furnished, and on the clean tables, there are appetizing-looking fruits. - Hmm, well, shall we try? It would be rude to refuse)) And maybe they're good for our health))
A couple of moments later, Garrett's consciousness once again plunged into darkness. The princess retreated to tend to her wounds and instructed her servant, Kline, to brief the newcomer when he regained consciousness.
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"As you wish, Your Highness," Kline said, performing a familiar, rehearsed bow. Along with the other nameless lackeys, they settled the newly summoned hero in his designated resting place. With apparent indifference, he assessed the appearance of yet another hero, for whom the poor princess had torn her delicate hands. Fortunately, the local healers were competent, otherwise, people of both high and low status might have started to develop strange suspicions. The newcomer was quite different from the others he had observed at the villa. Was he from the same world, or a similar one? What was the purpose of casting him out from the embrace of the local gods into this new reality? No, dark thoughts crept into his mind that the summoning ritual worked randomly. And how useful to his mistress's plans would these random vagrants and bandits with the skulls of their victims be, when one could find more reliable and easier recruits even in our miserable reality?
While waiting for the dear guest to awaken, Kline assumed a pose of silent meditation on the floor near the entrance.
After taking only a few steps, Garrett felt an incredible weakness. The surreal picture faded before his eyes, his legs became like cotton and gave way. He fell back into darkness, but this time, nothing hindered his stay in oblivion. At first, there was only absolute darkness, a cosmic void in which nothing and no one existed. Then it was replaced by some meaningless flicker, a kaleidoscope of images, words, memories, chaotically changing and mixing in an impenetrable, dense whirlpool of the subconscious. And then, suddenly, it all ended. Neurons began to form into separate chains, indicating that he was alive, breathing, and lying somewhere.
Garrett opened his eyes. He still felt completely exhausted, but the overwhelming weakness seemed to have subsided. Fragments of recent events flashed through his mind. Night, an alley. A skull, a knife blow. Music, candles, a floor painted with magical symbols. What was all this, a bad dream? Maybe he was drugged, or maybe it was a deathbed delirium? He looked around - the surroundings were completely unfamiliar. He sat up in the bed and ran his hands over his face, as if trying to shake off all these vague thoughts.
He was not alone in this room. Some man was meditating near the entrance. Despite his apparent calmness and detachment, Garrett intuitively felt that he was watching him closely.
"Damn it, did the cultists really tie me up and put a guard on me?"
Be that as it may, there was no other way than through the silent guard.
"Hey, hello," Garrett said to him.
The Knight almost catches up to the fugitives, but before his sword can reach them, they manage to turn into another room, which he, for some reason, doesn't enter, as if he's afraid of something.
The new room is well-lit and furnished, and the clean tables are adorned with delicious-looking fruits. — Hmm, well, shall we try them? It would be rude to refuse)) And maybe they're good for your health))
- DON'T TOUCH!)) - Raphael grabs Diadora so she can't move her hands. - This is obviously a trap! Otherwise, they wouldn't look so appetizing))
Go straight to the wall and then down to the passage, avoiding the fruits.
— Oh... I see, very interesting. — The young man turns his attention to Kenichiro. — Sir, you look like a guest from a faraway land. I think you might have a unique perspective on the world. May I ask you to introduce yourself?
Kenichiro greets the gathering with a short bow. — My name is Kenichiro Imai, and I have indeed come from afar. I do not consider myself a wise or learned man, but I am convinced that anyone who intends to live a worthy life must listen to the people of the past and present, seeking truth and virtue. To rely solely on one's own foresight is arrogant and dangerous. That is why I am here.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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