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There's one more thing I keep forgetting.
The evening before, Erefir decided to visit the office of her predecessor, Ayko. The redhead disliked paperwork, and she rather unceremoniously passed everything on to the secretary, but she still decided to check if the former leader had left any important information.
She didn't find any, but she suddenly discovered an envelope lying in a very prominent place.
The envelope was addressed: "Ayko Viresenser. To be opened in case of death."
Inside, she found a technically well-written will.
According to it, all of Ayko's movable property was to be transferred to Carneol: a pointless clause, since there was nothing left, nor was there a body.
But another part stated that Ayko had shares in a certain company owned by Ogma, half of which were to go to the gnome's grandmother in Noire, and the other half to Carneol.
A contract with Ogma was also attached.
After considering all of this, Erefir sends the document to the administration.

(Also, I need to take some books to read on the road).

(Oh, I think I'm getting a headache...) - What if you get out of the lamp and do something bad to us...? (Julizia thinks to herself, if the lamp genie can hear her).

- Why would I need you? You need to go to "B" on the map, right? Let me teleport you there, okay?

/It would be especially funny if, under hypnosis, Erephir could eliminate the Cleanser-Merel in one turn, and Amamus as well... No, thank you. /
/Another question is that it would have been better to go to Bazhen's forge and forge a helmet that provides immunity to mind control. I thought of it too late. /

She probably would have pierced every part of her body with piercings, even in the south...

/ Whew... No. /

And Beata would have messed it up.

Alaria might have done something similar, but not with insects. And not for precious stones. And not on all parts of the body.

Then, in Margel, the guards would flay the skin off the prisoners.

Clenching her fists and wiping away the moisture that had welled up in her eyes after the dust got in them (and for no other reason), she stomps towards the scene of the murder with such force that her footsteps leave indentations in the ground. "What the hell have you done here?!" she exclaims, reaching the old man and giving him a sharp slap on the back of the head (inb4: she finishes him off). "Did anyone ask you to do this, you old fool? Is this how you decided to go out with a bang? You have no right! I can name at least four people right now whose hearts will be broken and trampled on! Is that what you want? Do you think they'll be crying at your grave? You'll be disappointed! They will, but not in the way you expect! And you want to put this burden on me? Don't you want to see Sakui take her first steps and hear Lolita speak? Don't you want to hold your beloved woman in your arms again? Did you even think about them? They're all like family to you, no matter what you say! They're your responsibility and your conscience! I already told you that you'll always have time to die, and this isn't the time," she says, forcefully rubbing the emerald into him. "How right I was last time when I made you promise not to do anything stupid. It turns out I should have done it every single time. An old dog can't be taught new tricks." "And you...!" she turns sharply to his opponent. "Is the number of deaths in this accursed city not enough for you? Just the other day, twenty people were hacked to pieces! Twenty! I saw a young girl's head chopped off right in front of my eyes!" She lowers her hand to about knee level, indicating the girl's approximate height. "Are you so bored and restless in this city that you decided to turn this 'cozy quest' into this abomination? Then go hunt harpies! Fight in the arena! Do you think it will be impressive and poetic when you walk through life, leaving dead bodies behind you, and one of them is your mentor? Absolutely not! A few years will pass faster than you think, and you'll regret it. All that will be left for you is regret, which you will hide behind a mask of stoicism and tragic inevitability. Do you think this is a matter of honor? 'I was challenged, and I have to respond'? But you know very well that the real reason behind this has nothing to do with honor. And don't you think there's some kind of sport in it? Today you kill an old man, tomorrow a cripple, the day after tomorrow a child – because they happened to cross your path in a dark alley? There are hundreds of wonderful ways to relieve your boredom, and they won't make you feel pain and shame in a few years. Drink sake with an old man under a cherry tree, remember your father, come up with some kind of project! You're not a bunch of mercenaries dividing loot! You have to live in such a way that legends are made about you, which you will reread when your soul is reborn in a new body. So that the woman you foolishly left continues to love you. So that you can enter the lair of the cultists and tear it to shreds, cleansing the world of their filth, profiting from their values, and receiving a reward from the government. So that a temple is built for you on another continent, where pilgrims will flock to learn about your life's path. So that the enthusiastic prayers of people will make you a deity in the end! That's what's cool, not burning ants with a magnifying glass, not playing pranks, and not killing mentors out of misunderstanding and stubbornness!

Having taken her place on the airship, Kalina makes a sketch in her diary:

I'm waiting for Ment, information on whether Nysho and Guion will be sent on an official mission, and based on all of the above, I will collect money from players and NPCs.
Guion and Nysho can complete quests, of course, but it's better if they don't, we know how they do quests.

Having taken her place on the airship, Merell begins to study the tome of lightning.

The day before departure, Garret visits List and considers the option of settling in the Cold Lands.
"What a disgusting place, damn it. Well, you have to do what you have to do to keep your sanity in a critical moment."
After thinking for a moment, he agrees. After the procedure, he goes to Upgrade and enchants his military armor to regenerate for 250 repair points. Then he goes to Diablo, where he decides to have an omelet made with Solitaire eggs.

Experience is allocated to stats: strength +2, speed +2, perception +5

-600 repair points, -1320 experience

I somehow calculated 1440 experience.

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Is Carneol flying?

When Carneol has already flown away, Astellia successfully brings a vial of ambrosia to Guyon and heals him.

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a chill genie

Nisho was supposed to stay there longer. And we didn't figure out the tickets – are we flying at our own expense, or will they pay for us?

We must give credit where it's due – the healing happened so smoothly that his eyes had time to adjust to the sudden increase in light and contrast, and Gillon didn't go blind for the second time.
“Astellia!” he exclaimed, seeing the familiar face – “Thank you!”
He carefully sat up in bed and took a few deep breaths. It was still a little painful, but the remaining discomfort was fading with astonishing speed.
“I will never doubt magic again... I need to talk to the doctors, but I'm already much, much better! Tell me, did our people leave any instructions on what I should do? I remember, Beata was worried that I might be poisoned and didn't want too many people to see me. I want to catch up with them, and poor Coldok was less fortunate than me, but I'm broke. Maybe they managed to arrange an extra ticket for me for tomorrow? Maybe Beata secured the necessary amount for me?