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The Karneol forge was no worse than the Bazhenin forge, and there were plenty of materials, albeit only the most ordinary ones – there was no cosmic ore to be found, which any blacksmith would desire.
The girl carefully examined the various blanks, the furnace, and nodded to herself... Great. High quality. But it would be good to have some ore. An idea arose for some kind of project, or even two to choose from, and it was necessary to implement it while inspiration was still present.
It seems that Amamius acquired some of it in moderate quantities somewhere before he left? Then, first of all, let's ask him.
"The curse is fading, but we remain. And we'll be with you at the wedding, Guion, and on many nights to come, not just the first. We'll always be with you, Guion. Your most loyal companions, the gray voices! Oh yes, congratulations on the blessing from Patriarch Khlodkov and the upcoming wedding! It's not Rinze, of course, but it's still something."
- I think we really need to add a visit to a psychiatrist to the list of things to do," Guion grimaced, rubbing his temple. - Those silly voices again? - Yes... - Silly gray voices, leave my Guion alone," Beata snorted angrily into the void. - If only it were that simple... "Yours," seriously? - Mine, mine. My friend, my partner, my beloved, my future husband. Only mine, I won't give you to anyone. Beata thought for a moment, then quickly added: - Well, and my own too, of course. - No, if I'm yours, then that means you're mine... But then you're mine too. My friend, my partner, my fiancée, my future wife... And so on. Mine. - You're mine, I'm yours. That's all settled," she kissed him lightly on the cheek.
-- Well, Gar, the patriarch turned out to be a pleasant person, just as he was before, no surprises there. He'll scare you a little, peer into your soul, and let you go. There is, however, a nuance. I sincerely hope that you haven't done anything particularly "bad" behind my back, or before I knew you, because if you have... Well, it would be best to confess right away and say that you won't do it again. But I'm just talking nonsense, I believe in you, Gar the archer," he winked. -- Of course, everything I said is true, provided you decide to go; I won't force you on this matter. But it just seems to me that it's necessary for the job.
It would be foolish to deny his past sins, considering his entire previous life. The Garrett of that time would have done anything to avoid deserved punishment, even if it wouldn't have saved him. Although, why "if"? It has already happened. One can draw conclusions. But the question now is different - is the current Garrett capable of repentance? It's time to look within and try to stir up his somewhat hardened heart. Perhaps something still stirs inside, a vessel called conscience, hidden somewhere deep and sealed away. He used to think that it only made a person weak and vulnerable, but now... Perhaps he should have thought long and hard and re-evaluated his values a long time ago. — As you wish, boss. I hope we'll see each other again. Garrett went outside, looked around, and took a deep breath. The cool autumn air of this world froze in his lungs, spreading a chill throughout his body. If this is his last walk, so be it.
- Thank you, EdgeLord-kun. I believe in these words. I would like you to change your perspective on the world in general – for example, stop involving random people in things that could harm them. This isn't just about the cards themselves, but about everything else. But a promise made under such circumstances is unlikely to fully resonate with your soul, which means it will be empty and will also take on the tinge of emotional blackmail on my part. So, I can only hope that this will happen over time, in accordance with your own beliefs. Something like this always requires a long period of reflection, but it's never too late to become a decent person; you can't live your whole life with the street mentality of "kill or be killed." It's useful in war or in a dangerous situation, but in everyday life, it will only bring sorrow and emptiness to your heart. Perhaps this story with the cards was a sign from the Kami-sama, giving your soul a chance? Who knows... - he hands over the corrupted platinum card of Calvada. - Take it anyway. If you remember, we had an agreement related to this. I still have that bear, so...
Guide to Margel by Aiyano Yamagami -1 AP, -4 hours. +2 hours for city movement, +5% discount on goods and services there (does not stack). Beata, Guyon, Alaria, Klin, Erefir, Merel
Baldr's School Information provided to the archive on the initiative of RSV employee K.P. Classic variant ||| Modern variant -100% AP for a month, -4 hours per day. Kilika — classic, the path of Ryohei. Erefir, Beata, Guyon — modern, Matter. Garrett — modern, Darkness.
This is Sonatin. I order it from our partners in Risserland. When taken internally, it allows men, let's say, to stay in the game all night, and guarantees successful conception for women.
NOW I DON'T REGRET USING IT With Carneol's lifestyle, pregnant Beata would quickly cease to be pregnant, and that's in the best-case scenario.
"A rather meager abundance," thought Raptilion, and headed home, where he set up the flags he had bought.
Waiting for the others to move on to the next day.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт