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— I'd rather catch up on what I missed on the Path of the Sword first, — the girl melancholically traced the edge of her boot in the sand, — but never mind. A parrot, you ask? The message said that he, quote, — Alaria rummaged in her bag and pulled out a note, — "will stay with the group to collect the Apostle Stones." I actually thought he would fly away with them as soon as we collected the full set, but maybe that's for the best. His predecessor didn't end well. I suppose Dodeca will either return to us soon, or someone else will come to replace him.
Having finished her answer, the swordswoman thoughtfully looked into the distance.
—The higher-ups are being cautious, and I approve. —the scout nodded. —Let's wait for the parrot to return. It would be foolish to die with a stone in our hands.
—And I heard that they conducted an experiment in the RSC to summon cat familiars! —Yu interjected. —It turned out to be useful, but not always predictable. It seems that after losing two squads, they shut down the experiments...
—Yu, quote paragraph 14, part 3 about not disclosing information to civilians.
—Oh...

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—Are there any instructions on what we should do now? It's clear that we still need to get one more heart. And we even know where. But such a journey requires funds to hire a reliable ship with an equally reliable crew, which sounds a bit fantastic. If we go straight for the last Apostle, we might make the same mistake we're making now, thoughtlessly entering the beast's lair and almost becoming its dinner. And that's if we even make it to our destination. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to ask for help from your powerful, charming genie again. To arrange for the mysterious Apostle to end up in the beast's lair, stunned and caught off guard. This would save so much valuable time and money for Her Majesty, not to mention reducing the risks. However, — the Tanarian raised her index finger, — this is just the opinion of an outside observer, lacking your extensive experience, Mr. Problemsolvdt. Besides, we need a familiar on hand first. Perhaps upon his return, we will even receive further instructions.
—You give the orders here, we only provide support for the mission. —the RSC member repeated the rather strange statement, puffing on his cigar. —Hmm... Maritime operations are not within my competence. Calling in a strike team to seize the ship and rescue your "Storm" will take six weeks of preparation. And what if the suspect turns out not to be your fake captain? There will be a lot of noise, but little result. Not an option.
Taking a map of Calcite out of his briefcase, Mr. Problemsolvdt carefully studied the northern sea for a few minutes.
—You're right. Let's go to Barsina. Or use your suspicious thing if you don't feel like walking. Just hide in the suitcase closer to the city. First, the familiar. The last wish as a last resort. The intern might be right. If we turn to ashes after the Apostle's death, we need a new parrot to be able to carry the stone.

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- I am the unluckiest person in the world... - Guyon groaned, tossing and turning restlessly in bed.
Never before had he felt so helpless. Not even during that wretched raid when he was captured and they wanted to kill him, but the bandit leader said such a handsome boy would be highly valued in Lower Lunaria. They took all of Guyon's things and clothes, then put a collar on him and dragged him off for sale like some rightless animal. Back then he was whole and relatively unharmed; even several days of "discipline" in the form of food deprivation and regular beatings hadn't completely broken him.
Now, however, Guyon tried to find reasons to live and keep fighting, and struggled to find any. Everything hurt—even parts of his body he hadn't known existed. With every movement, it felt as if his stomach was about to tear apart. Every breath resonated with unbearable pain, as if thousands of sharp blades were entering his lungs instead of air. A foul cold sweat rolled down his forehead, but the youth lacked the strength even to pull his hand from under the blanket. He was shivering violently and tried with varying success to wrap himself up, but these attempts caused more suffering than benefit.
Guyon tried once more to open his watering eyes, hoping for a miracle. No changes. A pale blur was barely visible where the window should have been, and a dark one where the door should have been. He couldn't even tell if there were people near him; he could only guess at the presence of some furniture in the room by vague smudges. The prognosis is discouraging, the doctors said. Most likely, his vision will never recover. If he's lucky, he'll be able to walk without bumping into walls.
Guyon turned his head to the side and sighed mournfully. His lungs readily responded with pain.
If he can even walk at all.
Guyon closed his eyes again and tried to move his leg... It was a bad idea. His abdominal muscles tightened, and for a second it felt as if he were being cut open alive with a rusty saw. He bit his lip to keep from screaming.
Helpless. Useless. Unwanted.
Why does Carneol even put up with him?
Why does Beata put up with him?
He tried to be useful, necessary, tried to prove himself in battle. All he achieved was becoming a burden with ruined health.
He had always been a burden. There are reasons why he dislikes remembering his family and doesn't seek a reunion with them, even though Beata suggested it.
And no matter how hard he tried, that didn't change.
His caution led to nothing.
He tried to blame Beata for dragging him into all these adventures, but he couldn't. He has his own head on his shoulders; he could have always refused, talked her out of it, or simply tried to run away, for that matter. But no, time and again he followed her, time and again placing his head in the lion's mouth.
And finally, the lion snapped its jaws shut.
And Beata, as always, dodged, while Guyon, being a useless appendage to her, took the full brunt of it.
It would be easier for her if he simply ceased to exist and rid her of this burden.
Carneol wouldn't have to spend resources on him. Perhaps Her Highness would also be pleased—she disliked him from the start; it was clear about her.
Everyone would be better off without him.
Guyon turned on his side and, forgetting himself, pulled up his knees. His exhausted body quickly made it clear that this was a bad idea. The youth couldn't take it and let out a weak groan of pain.
He can't even lift a finger in this state.
Guyon buried his face in the pillow, hiding his tears. Useless, useless, weakling, fool... He can't do anything right, not even rid the world of his useless existence!
The image of Beata appeared before his mind's eye.
"Don't you dare die!" - she had demanded fiercely.
"Don't you dare die!" - she had screamed, pulling him from an abyss after a couple of months of knowing each other.
"Don't you dare die!" - she had slapped his cheeks when they miscalculated their provisions and he suffered a hunger faint.
"Don't you dare die, do you hear me?!" - she had snarled, nursing him back to health after an encounter with a couple of disgruntled fellows with crossbows.
"Don't you dare die, I love you!" - she had said through the bars before that wretched trip to Yanxi.
"Don't you dare die, I forbid you from sacrificing yourself!" - she had snapped at him on the hot air balloon.
"Don't you dare die, please, you are the person closest to me, I would give everything for you to live!" - she had spoken haltingly, dragging him to the hospital the day before.
- Very well, my lady. I will fight for my life a while longer, - he whispered softly.
А, вот почему.

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—You give the orders here, we just provide support for the mission. —repeated the RSV agent, puffing on a cigar. —Hmm... Naval operations are not within my purview. Calling in a strike team to capture the ship and rescue your "Thunder" will take six weeks of preparation. And what if the suspect turns out not to be your fake captain? There will be a lot of noise, but little result. Not an option.
Pulling a map of Calcite out of his briefcase, Mr. Problemsolvdt carefully studied the northern sea for a few minutes.
—You're right. Let's go to Barsina. Or use your suspicious device if you don't want to travel. Just hide in the suitcase closer to the city. First, the familiar. The last wish is for emergencies. The intern might be right. If we turn to ash after the apostle's death, a new parrot must be able to carry the stone.
—Fake captain... —the Tanarian girl was a little taken aback by the RSV agent's words, —...Tyros, or something? I have no idea why you think he resembles the apostle more than others, but I have less experience in this than you do. We really don't know the face or name of our target. That's the problem: sailing off to an unknown place in search of an unknown person is not the most sensible thing to do. We need a ship. We need a crew. And we need information about what to expect in that sea area. Not to mention that if the Apostle of Arrogance is really a sailor, he could have sailed to the ends of the earth during our travels. We should interrogate sailors, find out what's what, before even thinking about sailing anywhere.
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Pulling a map of Calcite out of his briefcase, Mr. Problemsolvdt carefully studied the northern sea for a few minutes.
—You're right. Let's go to Barsina. Or use your suspicious device if you don't want to travel. Just hide in the suitcase closer to the city. First, the familiar. The last wish is for emergencies. The intern might be right. If we turn to ash after the apostle's death, a new parrot must be able to carry the stone.
—Barsina? I'm not a guide, so I might say something stupid, —the Tanarian girl checked her map, —but isn't Ravshan closer to the hypothetical destination? Ah, —the swordswoman suggested, —perhaps you think it will be easier for Her Majesty's messenger to find us there? In any case, it's hard to deny that until the familiar returns, or his replacement arrives, we will have to scout the area and gather information. We can't even rule out the possibility that tracking down the "sea" apostle may be assigned to a more suitable group of experienced sailors. Unless Her Highness's new messenger turns out to be some kind of giant eagle, which will hide us all in a suitcase, fly out to scout the seas, and, finding its prey, drop it on the head of the unsuspecting Mr. Arrogance, heh.
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I think I should have had 1 Rem left, because I rounded when I took 220...

Some time ago.
When the furniture was delivered, Merel immediately started working on rearranging things as much as possible given the local conditions. As a result, he was now able to hang a painting that fully fulfilled its purpose.

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There, Ment makes Gareth pull on someone else's staff!
Something tells me Merel isn't doing a very good job guarding the staff, considering someone is about to pull on it.
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Let's go to Gareth's room.
Gareth listened to the new recruit's abilities with some surprise and disbelief.
— So, you can fix someone's face with a wave of your hand, is that what you're saying? Seriously? Well, you certainly showed up at the right time. With such skills, I'll probably have to hide in the bushes on the upcoming trip, and Comrade Secretary is already thinking about staying in headquarters to shuffle papers. Well, go ahead, show me your magic.
He unties his bandanas, revealing his disfigured face.
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Well, go ahead, unleash your magic.
Garrett heals the injury: terrible burns.
Garrett receives the injury: blindness.

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— False Captain... — the Tanarian was a little taken aback by the RSV agent's words, — ...Tyros, or something? I have no idea why you decided that he looks more like an Apostle than anyone else, but I have less experience in this matter than you do. We really don't know the target's face or name. The problem is that sailing to an unknown destination in search of an unknown person is not the most sensible thing to do. We need a ship. We need a crew. And we need information about what we should expect in that sea area. Not to mention that if the Apostle of Arrogance is indeed a sailor, he could have sailed to the ends of the earth during our travels. We should interrogate the sailors, find out what's going on, before even thinking about sailing anywhere.
Since Kiven had exhausted his week's worth of words, his assistant began to explain:
—No, not exactly! —a neat folder of documents was taken out of the suitcase. —According to SPR (the gray intelligence unit), there are good reasons to suspect that the mutiny on your ship is not just an isolated event, but a link in a chain that begins with its organizer. And, as we now know, our Apostle may be at the head of this long chain of bandits! But there are no guarantees here, and we have no way to catch and interrogate these bandits!
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—Barsina? I'm not a guide, so I might say something stupid, — the Tanarian checked her map, — but isn't Ravshan closer to the hypothetical destination? Ah, — the swordswoman suggested, — perhaps you think that it will be easier for Her Majesty's messenger to find us there? Either way, it's hard to deny that until the familiar returns, or his replacement arrives, we are left to scout the area and gather information. We can't even rule out the possibility that tracking down the "sea" Apostle may be assigned to a more suitable group of experienced sailors. Unless Her Highness's new messenger turns out to be some kind of giant eagle, which will hide us all in a suitcase, fly out to scout the seas, and, having found its prey, drop it on the head of the unsuspecting Mr. Arrogance, heh.
—I know why: the boss wants to move to Barsina, put us all in a suitcase, and sit in the capital waiting for important news! But I'm glad that now I have supporters. I don't want to sit in a chest with this rotten knight anymore, I want to act! Let's go to Ravshan!

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Amamius heals Garret from severe burns. His magic, however, seemed counterintuitive – the novice struck the affected areas of Garret with magically charged fists. There was little pleasant about all of this, but the effect spoke for itself – the rogue looked as if he had never been burned at all.
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So, everyone was laughing at Guion and bullying him, but it turns out he's the most unfortunate character in the game. He has a lot of psychological trauma, he suffered and was tormented throughout the entire game. He wasn't joking when he said his life was pain, he's haunted by suicidal thoughts, and the best thing that happened to him was being sold into slavery to Beate, and he only lives because she ordered him not to die.
LET'S SEE HOW YOU'LL LAUGH AT HIM NOW!
А, вот почему.

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I, for example, didn't laugh. If there's Mother-Anush, then there must be Father-Revan, so I feel sorry for all the creatures in this world 😌 Except for the characters from Astral and Nora.
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Everyone laughed at Guion and bullied him, but it turned out that he was the most unfortunate character in the game, he has a lot of psychological traumas, he suffered and was tormented throughout the expansion, he wasn't joking when he said that his life was pain, he was haunted by suicidal thoughts, and the best thing that happened to him was that he was sold into slavery to Beate, and he lives only because she ordered him not to die.
LET'S SEE HOW YOU'LL LAUGH AT HIM NOW!
The fate of a loser is hard, what can you do?
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There's also Father-Revan, so I feel sorry for all the creatures in this world 😌
Out of pity, he tries his best to finish them off, but the players don't appreciate it 😔
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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and Nora
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Aoi Tori
I, for example, didn't laugh. If there's Mother-Anuzish, then there must be Father-Revan, so I feel sorry for all the creatures in this world 😌
😭💔❤️🙏
Aoi Tori
Except for the characters from Astral and Nora.
Nora is okay, but Mellon! Mellon was a great character. I especially liked the part where she sat on the sphere. Wow, it was described so intensely!
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Out of pity, she tries her best to finish them off, but the players don't appreciate it. 😔
I like it when characters I like suffer. So let them live 😈 😈 😈
А, вот почему.

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