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To the Holy Haven of Debauchery

The Lord sits down next to him. At the same time, the mooring lines of the "New Moon" are released from the aerial dock of Margel, and the airship begins to ascend into the sky.

Quickly deploy a force field around the airship before harpies attack.

Merel asks how much a room would cost for him.
give me some money..

could it be that Sanexa is just any HeroesWorld newbie who wandered into the chat room, and the crew of Groza are the regulars of the chat room? 🤔

- The cheapest option will cost you 50 rem per day.

Kilika was ready to lend Merel 50 rem.

Quickly deploy a force field on the airship before the harpies attack.

If the airship were to crash in spacetime and Ayano fell to Guyon with Nysha, I wouldn't mind.
Ayano looks intently at Nysha, Nysha at Ayano. With cries of "You painted bitch!", both priestesses grab each other's hair. Guyon steps back, pulls a bucket of popcorn out from behind the textures, and starts watching. A harpy lands on his shoulder and pecks at the popcorn. A huge, scaly reptile head emerges from behind Guyon and dips into the bucket of popcorn.

You're probably joking, but I seem to remember something like that...

No, I wasn't joking. I remember that people would cautiously peek into the Haven, get information about what day it was, and then never write in it again.

— ...I tell you, I can't remember a better blacksmith than her; no one has ever been disappointed with her work. Well, maybe Crag from Margel forges better, but that's setting the bar too high, and his prices are outrageous! And he certainly won't fly here just for you, but I think you understand that yourself. Oh, — noticing Erefir, Amamius beckoned the girl closer with a wave of his hand, — here she is. Erefir Darvining, goddess of fire and metal!

"Wow, what an introduction! Now I have to live up to that 😅".
She bowed.
— At your service. Ready to fulfill any task, sir.

No, I wasn't kidding. I remember people cautiously looking into the Haven, getting information about what day it is, and then never writing in it again.

What was the joke about?

I think there will be a scenario where Ayano has to rely on Lord for survival. I would say "she twisted her ankle upon landing," but fortunately, Ayano has protection against that.

What was the joke about?

It was in a now-deleted thread called "Saturday with Mortulus." When he posted in it on days other than Saturday, people would get upset and remind him that it wasn't Saturday, but Tuesday, Thursday, or whatever. Then they started responding to him like that in other threads. And then he started creating clones, and they would respond to them in the same way. Everyone got used to the fact that newbies in the off-topic forum were 95% likely to be clones of Mortulus, and they would respond to them as they would respond to Mortulus himself.

- How would I know? Geography isn't my strong suit, - she would shrug if she had the energy. - Maybe somewhere scenic, if I thought you were a sentimental person. Or maybe another city, or somewhere where I can't be found. Not that there are many people who would be upset by my absence. Ironic, isn't it? You give me a list of names, and none of them would even flinch if something bad happened to me, at most they'd sigh once. Which raises the question - why should I care about them? If this city has created conditions where such a situation is possible, doesn't it deserve it? I don't have a good answer to that. ...aren't you afraid of harpies? They say they live around here.

Somewhere far away, the heart of a lonely rabbit is breaking right now.

"What an impressive introduction! Now, how can anyone possibly live up to that? 😅".
She curtsied.
-- At your service. Ready to fulfill any task, sir.

- I am pleased to meet the goddess of fire and metal. - Nodding, the leader of the White Lily shows Erephir a piece of cosmic ore. - We need to forge a good one-handed sword from this. One that is easy to handle and doesn't restrict movement.

The travelers were escorted to the inn, where they were given the chance to warm up, freshen up, and enjoy a hearty meal. Their escort was right — it was merely a port with little to do, and presumably, the citizens of Aiskir traveled here from the north.
Thiros left the pair (or rather, Kiven, since he didn't even consider Yulisiya a person) alone and went to inquire about ticket prices.

Yu waited until the sailor left their tile and made sure they weren't being overheard, after which she looked at her superior with a guilty expression.
—I... I'm fired, right?..
Kiven was busy searching for his favorite lighter in the pockets of his cloak, so he didn't answer immediately.
—It's that simple to get away with it. First, you'll work off twenty years in the RSV archives.
—Oh no, not this! I.. I really didn't want this! That Jinn, she assured me that pulling something like this off would be a breeze!
—...
—Well yeah, I'm an idiot! —sobbed the disgruntled trainee. —I won't do anything else without your direct orders from now on!
Kiven finally manages to find a surviving cigar, but the lighter is ruined.
—Glad you realize that. But don't dwell on your guilt too hard. I don't need broken people.
—H-how so?..
—You'll understand when you become an agent and start training your own trainees. I've been appointed as the operation's director. I'm the one who answers to superior command. I'm responsible for the lost suitcase and the expenditure of a precious lamp. For the deaths of the clients. Or for writing official death-in-the-line-of-duty letters to your parents. I failed to account for the fact that a Jinn could seize the mind of an artifact's owner. There's nothing for you to worry about other than drawing conclusions and becoming better in the future.
—But it was me who...
—A superior who dumps blame on their subordinates no matter what is about as useful as trash. —Kiven concluded the conversation and moved on to the next topic:

—Check the logbook for Target "B". Perhaps the Gray Intel was more accurate than we assumed.
Yulisiya disappears for a few minutes under a pile of soaking-wet papers.
—Maybe you're right... But what should we do next?
—For now, nothing. Without the suitcase and the familiar, not to mention the weapon, there's little we can do. Your current objective, Yu, is to record all necessary information in the logbook — including the target's name and appearance — and deliver the document to Margel's central intelligence division.
—What about you?
—We'll see how things go. And what news Sir Thiros brings.

Having barely processed the information she heard, the ex-captain fell to her knees and burst into tears.

Seeing the warlock, Captain Klinu's thoughts drifted to certain debates in the Philosophers' Club, but he decided not to pursue the idea.

Watching the sufferings of the exhausted woman, the Black Knight felt no particular emotions. Neither shame nor remorse troubled his mind. At one point, he wondered if he should end her mortal trials with a single sweep of his greatsword? Yes, common mortals are deeply miserable in their frail, flesh-bound states.
How wonderful it would be to stand among kinsmen of the curse in the Realm of the Dead right now! To the world of the living, he had now become an enemy, but perhaps there he might find kindred spirits again. In truth, aside from his attachment to the princess, nothing else held him to the Imperial borders. And even Naria's mission was a failure, meaning there was no point in continuing to pursue it. And yet... unknown shackles continued to keep him tethered.
They'd have to rely on luck if any passing parrot could sense their presence so a message could be passed on to His Highness. If the captainess didn't pull through, they'd have no chances either to the west or to the east. Dashing into the deep woods to seek out nature lovers in his condition would be an even stupider decision.

—Will you be able to walk? —after an indefinite amount of time, the knight rises to his feet. —We may face a long trek to civilization. Here, you will die of starvation or freeze to death.

If this city created conditions that allow such a situation to occur, doesn't it deserve what's coming to it? I don't have a good answer to that.

-- You're right, it's a disgusting city. I'll probably burn it down in a week, and at least get some moral satisfaction out of it.

- It would be difficult to call this an invitation. - The Lord sits down next to him. At the same time, the mooring lines of the "New Moon" are released from the aerial dock of Margel, and the airship begins to ascend into the sky. - If we disregard some minor details, you came here because you wanted to be here, and I wanted you to be here. After all, I didn't hit you on the head with a club or tear you to pieces, so don't be fooled - in my eyes, your "value" is very high, otherwise we wouldn't be talking right now. Are you curious about where we're going?

What intense self-talk. The guy is trying his best to convince himself that Ayano wants him.