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—I hope I won't have to get used to this... —the villager grimaced good-naturedly at his new title. —However, you are right, it wouldn't have been very friendly of me to hide my cursed nature from you. Especially if, one day — who knows — I were to lose my mind or something. However, I suppose my concerns could have been quite understandable to you, at least judging by your initial reaction — everyone has their own dark spots in their soul, but as long as their life's path remains bright, I respect their right to have them, just as I respect my own. Nevertheless, please forgive me for hiding my potentially dangerous nature from you all this time.
Alaria nodded firmly at the knight's words. Partly because expressing her answer in words would either reveal that she was involved in keeping the secret of Klint, or force her to lie. However, there was a high probability that the other members of the group already understood her awareness of Klint's past misfortune. She was in complete agreement with the words about dark spots. Author
—This... is very generous of you, friends. I can see in your eyes that you have already discussed everything among yourselves, and therefore, out of respect for you, I will not create awkward scenes with re-questions, refusals, and clarifications. The only thing is, I would divide it equally, because in human grief, there cannot be a proportion of unfairness between Margel and Kridear. And as for the rest... Today is a holiday in the city, so I suppose the administrators also need a short break from counting. I was going to go to the Sacred Research Institute in the next available time slot anyway, so I will clarify about the donations in any case, but time does not like bureaucracy, and if they take it, they will take it.
— Without the caring residents of Margel, we would not have collected so much money, Klint, so they deserve gratitude too. I cannot speak for the others, but I believe that how to divide the finances is exclusively your choice. If you think it is better to divide it equally, then so be it. You are now responsible for Kridear, — she smiles softly, — and it is pleasant to see such a wise and broad-minded person at its head.
Unfortunately, I don't have the honor of knowing all the invited artists, he said, bowing respectfully to the other unfamiliar performers, so I'll have to leave the introductions to the others.
Since Beata didn't have time to introduce the invited artists, Erephir did so for Sanex and Anpan.
-- Laikos, a strongman who fights enemies as well as germs. The beautiful Queen, who filled the performance with magic. Arivel, a wonderful musician and now our new comrade... Klin, with your help, we'll need to include her in our ranks, I think.)
- It can't be divided exactly in half; someone will have to give up a bit for repairs. So, you can take one coin for yourself right away. But otherwise, it's all set; take the whole pile at once so you don't have to come back twice.
—It can't be divided?... Oh, yes, I forgot what the total amount was. Well, it will be a lesson for me; I'll have to learn how to manage money. "For the sake of my homeland's future, I won't spend it all in one day," he added to himself. Author
—Without the concerned citizens of Margel, we wouldn't have collected so much money, Klyn, so they deserve gratitude too. I can't speak for the others, but I believe that how to divide the funds is entirely your choice. If you think it's better to divide it equally, then so be it. You are now responsible for Cridera," he said with a gentle smile, "and it's nice to see such a wise and generous person at its head.
—That's true; everyone who contributed to the foundation of Cridera will receive my highest gratitude. As for wisdom... even if it has never been my strong suit, perhaps it was simply lacking "conscious" responsibility all this time? Time will tell. Author
-- Laikos, the strongman who fights enemies as well as germs. The beautiful Queen, who filled the performance with magic. Arivell, the wonderful musician, and now our new ally... Klyn, with your help, we need to include her in our ranks, I believe.
—Is that so? That's excellent news. Sir Laikos, ladies, I'm glad to meet you. Your performance captivated my heart with colors I had never seen before.
After a short pause, the village count continued: —But enough about me. I came here to congratulate you, but I lacked the initiative to go first, so I had to defend myself. Assuming a parade stance, the Crideran salutes Erefir and Co.: —Hooray for the Order of Carnelian! This is a great and well-deserved reward for your loyal service to the future of the empire. I have only been with you for a short time, but I have reviewed the archival records so that I have no doubts at all—with you, the people of our country will have a chance to look to the future with more confidence. It's a little sad that our paths will probably diverge soon, but I sincerely wish you a triumphant success. And may your blades, with the power of courage, continue to pierce the veil of dark times, bringing long-awaited light to these lands; in the name of Her Majesty, all good people, and the goddess-mother. And in Cridera, whatever it may become, you will always be welcome as loyal allies and friends.
Guyon looks approvingly at the pile of coins. Then he reaches into his pocket, counts the money, and adds more coins to the pile.
- Here, now it can be divided equally. And the number will be more beautiful.
**Guyon -271 rem**
Total donations: 4229+271= **4500 rem**
Beata patted him on the shoulder approvingly. She felt a little ashamed that she hadn't thought of it herself, but Guyon, as always, was quicker and smarter than her.
1. Reven, and what do the gray stars mean? 2. It would be great to have some kind of general written summary about the stars. I remember mine, but I don't know how long I'll be playing. In Heroes of Might and Magic, I have the impression that farming for stars will be just as engaging as spending them. And remembering all the players is just too much.
"In a strict sense, the duties of a count do not contradict the knightly code. On the contrary, orders traditionally consisted of people, nobles, who had their own lands, titles, and peaceful responsibilities, thus providing a secure base. Obtaining all of this was, in fact, one of the motivations for their service. But I understand if our count decides to dedicate himself entirely to peaceful service without any reservations; it's clear that he has long dreamed of it."
-- Congratulations are accepted, -- Klyn nodded. -- Let us serve with faith and truth with renewed vigor.
My little ones used to spend ages reading through the Chronicles of Erathia after having cake, but I don't mind a full set of activities.
“Thank you, Klin,” Beata smiled. “I’m certainly no knight, more like a beetroot trying to be a model, but now that I’m in this, I won’t back down.” Guyon nodded gratefully in silence. “It’s a strange feeling, as if I was created to become a knight sooner or later… I wonder why I feel that way.”
The pair thoughtfully studied the entertainment program, but weren’t yet sure if they should leave – after all, the new recruits, guests, and Klin’s friend needed attention, and their superior hadn’t given the go-ahead to leave. But they weren’t in a hurry, and they were ready to spend a little more time at headquarters before heading into town.
"I wonder, what if 'Carnelian' was renamed to 'Arselia'? Then we would have 'Arselia and Akonia', in a way, the famous duo guarding Anuzish would reunite... Although, I guess for the Suzerain, Arselia is still a somewhat sensitive topic, and it's probably best not to annoy the church officials again))."
Ah yes, another person that the crowd was looking at with interest.
-- By the way, Anpan, -- he gestures with his hand. -- Our dear viewer and visitor, but let him tell you about himself.
Fyr was about 98% sure that Anpan was an Akonite, given his clearly military background and the katana at his waist... As far as she could tell, in Margel, they strongly preferred imperial one-handed swords, but here was a whole group of katana users, looking at Sonata-katana user with puppy-dog eyes. Of course, it's not very polite to voice the results of her covert analysis right in front of him, and there's no need to scare the children. However, it's possible that he already guessed that she had guessed.
Standing at attention, the Kriedean salutes Erefir and the company: —Hooray for the Order of Carnelian! This is a great and absolutely well-deserved award for your loyal service for the future of the empire. I have only been with you for a short time, but I have studied the archival records well enough to have no doubt at all,” he said. “With you, the people of our country will have a chance to look to the future with more confidence. It is a little sad that our paths will probably diverge soon, but I sincerely wish you a triumphant success. And may your blades, with the power of courage, continue to pierce the veil of dark times, bringing long-awaited light to these lands; in the name of Her Majesty, all good people, and the goddess-mother. And in Kriedea, whatever it may be, you will always be welcome as loyal allies and friends.
Alaria also nodded silently, although the prospect of parting with her friend made her heart heavy. But he looked happy. And she really will be able to visit him from time to time.
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— By the way, Anpan,” he gestures with his hand. “Our dear viewer and visitor, but let him introduce himself.
“Anpan? Like a Nihon bun? Is that some kind of pseudonym?” The Tanarian girl looked more closely at the young man. “He doesn’t really look like a Nihon, although you can never rule out the possibility of mixed ancestry. Hmm... but what if he... yes, his age matches. Hmm. But the priestesses of Yanagi can’t, can they? And they would have introduced him to the people. No, that sounds like nonsense.”
- It's a pleasure to meet all of you. - Sanex felt a little unwell from the (un)expected attention from the Carneol crowd, but she still made an effort not to show it on her face. - Thank you for everything you have done and continue to do for Klin.
- I will consider your proposal, - replied Laikos Erefir, - I can't make up my mind right away. - Mistress Erefir! - Arivel grabs the commander by the elbow. - Please, show me the headquarters... Author
-- By the way, Anpan, -- he gestures with his hand. -- Our dear viewer and visitor, but let him tell you about his profile himself.
- I am Anpan, from Cridera. A warrior, a philosopher. - The young man's answer was concise. - Nice to meet you. "Probably."Author
"Anpan? Like a Nihon bun? Is that some kind of pseudonym?" - the Tanarrian girl looked at the young man more closely, - "He doesn't really look like a Nihon, although you can never rule out the possibility of mixed ancestry. Hmm... but what if he is... yes, his age matches. Hmm. But the priestesses of Yanagi can't, can they? And they would have introduced him to the people. No, it sounds like nonsense."
"Why is she looking at me so intently? Is she overwhelmed by my seventy-six charisma points or something?".
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