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I based it on how the blocker is named in the classic setting... But following that logic, Enio should be the blocker, even though she's a non-player character.
- That's right. People might need all sorts of things.
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— Reim? Nihil?
- Never mind... Instead, weigh me out some with a 10% discount, if you don't want to ruin the business with a flawless emerald and topaz. And you, I see, are a sensible and brave young man. I didn't expect to see a real patriot in this city – everyone is so blinded by the glitter of external harmony that they prefer to cowardly close their eyes to such things. I think the future lies with people like you, - she leaves a tenner as a tip. - For supporting honest work.
- That's right. People might need all sorts of things. - Never mind... Instead, weigh me a flawless emerald and topaz with a 10% discount, if you don't want to upset the household. And you, I see, are a sensible and brave young man. I didn't expect to see a real patriot in this city - everyone is so blinded by the glitter of external harmony that they prefer to cowardly close their eyes to such things. I think the future lies with people like you, - she leaves a tenner as a tip. - For supporting honest work.
— Thank you. Having received +125% to his daily pay, the young man watched the foreigner with a confused look.
-- Let me explain how I see it. Engaging him in close combat is equivalent to death. Attacking him in close combat and receiving a counterattack is also equivalent to death. If the esteemed Miss Kalina manages to put us back together afterward, -- a nod towards the doctor. -- then it won't be pleasant for everyone to continue living like this; I don't want anyone here to suffer irreversible injuries.
-- Due to our unfortunate history and the strange property of the enemy's artifact blade, he has an additional advantage over us. We will have to expend twice as much effort if we want to paralyze or stun him. We cannot slow him down or immobilize him. His knives can even decapitate us from a distance. Literally. Our range advantage is not significant, considering his speed. If we can ambush him somewhere on higher ground or on buildings, that would be ideal, but we shouldn't rely too much on that.
He throws a vial of poison to Garrett.
-- Our advantages: numbers, will, and luck. Thank you for coming to help us here, Miss Aiyano; I don't know how to thank you... Ultimately, our weapon will be the poison on Mr. Garrett's crossbow bolts, your ability to completely incapacitate the criminal, and Miss Keliandra... Your task is to learn "Earthquake"; you mentioned before that you have the potential for it. I will study "Fireball." This is all assuming the criminal is already inside the walls. Miss Aiyano, may I borrow your compass for a moment to confirm this or the contrary?
Sometime during the day, Garrett visits Iron, buys a pass to exchange OD and hours for stats. then he'll get beaten up by Victor, and you could say he sacrificed himself for charity
— Oops! — Garrett catches the vial, which doesn't fall or break, poisoning everyone present. — Thanks. Well, boss, you're planning a beautiful assassination, I didn't expect that from you, it's like you've been doing this your whole life...
Dealing with the deranged captain of the guard, who is capable of taking down a small squad in an instant, is a very dangerous undertaking. If you meet this type face to face, that face will be the last thing you see. Therefore, whatever the Carneolians ultimately come up with in their planning, Garrett definitely doesn't intend to approach this maniac closer than the range of a crossbow shot and while not hidden in the shadows, and he was already mentally devising escape routes. "Okay. It would be good to shoot him from the shadows and hide while he's hacking someone, then again, and again, until he turns into mush. No, stop, no one in their right mind will approach him, knowing who he is and what he can do, not even the most charismatic person could convince anyone to do that. You can't overwhelm him with brute force. Perhaps magical tricks might work. So, all hope rests on that... But if not, he'll tear us to shreds in an instant, and we won't even have time to run. So, maybe we should just quietly retreat? Hmm..."
Garrett thoughtfully turned the vial of poison in his hands.
— So, he's sitting there alone in the forest or somewhere. He probably didn't bring bags of provisions with him; his stomach is probably rumbling. What is he going to do, eat roots? Maybe he'll go rob some wandering merchant. It would be a great scenario if he happened to find some mysterious fruits with a surprise... And then, after a long planning session, we arrive fully armed, and there's already a cold corpse lying there.
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