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talk to the goblin

- I understand. In this beautiful city, I have had the opportunity to observe from the sidelines scenes of tension related to the moments of payment for work, so I believe that I should not violate local traditions in someone else's monastery. All the best and have a good evening, - after saying goodbye, I check 37.

As in many institutions before it, the head of the veterans' guild community was quick to introduce himself to the guest.

- Arigat Merci at your service, beautiful lady. Know that if you lost an eye or a hand in the service of the empire, then you have come to the right place - we will definitely help you.

By the way, Beata and Giyone had a new day begin there. I don't remember if I mentioned it or not.

By the way, a new day has begun for Beato and Gion. I don't remember if I mentioned it.

Yes... Please start for me too, if you've already accounted for the potions, and let's get to work...

I’ll start a new day for you too.

Sunday? I checked the calendar. We visited Ment and restocked our food supplies from Gion's inventory early in the morning.

Was it on Saturday, or not? x_x

Was it on Saturday, or not? x_x

No, it was on Sunday.
There are many of us now, you can feel it. )

Raphael has two choices of whom to turn to with his question:

Gives the goblin a once-over.

Now it seems to be correct.

On one of the sofas in the opulent hall sat that same woman who had played the organ so recently. No traces of wounds were visible on her hands anymore, making the adventurer wonder if all that blood had simply been an illusion?

Walking to meet the princess, Garrett thought about demanding answers as politely but insistently as possible regarding what the hell was actually going on. But the moment their eyes met, he instantly faltered, and all his questions vanished from his mind. From a distance, she was impossible to look away from, but under her direct gaze, returning that look was unbearable. There was something in her eyes... otherworldly? In an instant, the servant's tedious speech gained far more meaning.
— Greetings... Your Highness.
The man bowed clumsily and, not knowing where to look, stared at her delicate hands. Not a trace of wounds. Perhaps all that blood he had seen on them earlier was just a hallucination? Or perhaps... it wasn't her blood?
He couldn't pursue this thought further, as the princess began to speak.

— Welcome to our world, alien. — For some reason, the phrase amused the princess. — You already know something about me, so tell me about yourself and your world. Whether you will have a place here in our world now depends on what I hear.

Much as Garrett wanted to lie, something compelled him to tell the truth.
— My world... It is a land of opportunity. Of desires and aspirations that often contradict one another. Everyone hustles as best they can, using the most diverse methods, which are usually largely determined by their origin. And from there, it goes as it goes. For instance, if you get mixed up with the wrong crowd in your youth—and then it's a landslide; suddenly you're a wanted criminal, an outcast of society, with a queue of ill-wishers waiting for your head. When that moment comes, you realize that the degree of guilt ceases to matter. You can't drink away the dirty tricks you've learned, and no talents for anything else were ever found. And now you have only one path, where there is no room for remorse... Moreover, regardless of success, you know how it all ends in the end. My homeland—Aster—is a place where death is not yet the end. But not a full continuation either; rather, a milestone on a long road.
Rummaging through his supply bag, he brought Harold's skull into the light.
— This is my brother. On the path of existence, he went further than I did. Once, I raised him from the dead using a special ritual, following the traditions of our ancestors. Now I realize that I should have sent him to harvest potatoes or some other infinitely dull and exhausting physical labor, as is customary for us to do with the dead. Even in life, he didn't shine in intelligence or patience, and once he died, he completely lost his mind. However, he obeyed me—the spiritual bond between the living and the dead can tame even an uncontrollable berserker, and I used this for personal gain. But even then, he managed to ruin everything. As for what happened next—I'm confused myself. We were both killed—that is what I remember.
Garrett spread his arms wide, as if expressing deep bewilderment at the subsequent turn of events.
— And here we are—me and, hm... his skull.

- You have an interesting name. I'm Aiyano. I hope I won't need your help. I'm here not so much on business as to get acquainted with the city, and also to gather material for an article about it. About the shops, services, picturesque and other places, and just about life in it. Would you mind me mentioning you in the article, or is that too sensitive a topic? In any case, I would like to know a little more about this place.

He glances at the goblin.

This character has a high level of patience.

This character is kind by nature.

This character is proud.

This character is inclined to tell the truth.

This character is suffering from measles.

This character is suffering from a cough.

This character is suffering from a fever.

This character is suffering from a headache.

He could work as a doctor.

And then it turns out the goblin is illiterate.