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Having peeked through the window at Erefir and made sure she was gone, Harold triumphantly "washed his hands."
— Ha! What a great way we tricked her, right? Now this luxurious house is rightfully ours. What about the f***ing redhead? By the way. Have you ever really thought about sending these special missions to hell, robbing everything here, and running away somewhere abroad?
— ...
— I have to admit, brother, you're pretty good too, you really surprised me. I see that you've sharpened your tongue over the summer. At one point, I almost believed that you were seriously attacking me, ah-ha-ha! And she bought it, hee-hee-hee, what a fool!
— ...
Harold walked through the living room with a confident gait, plopped down on the commander's favorite sofa, and, comfortably sprawling on it, took out a lighter and a cigarette.
— Well, why are you standing there and being silent? Aren't you glad that we're back in the game?
Garrett flinched, although he couldn't say exactly what it was, whether it was boiling irritation or a vague nostalgia.
— This... Dude, did you... did you even listen to what I was telling you all this time? — he abruptly approached his brother and snatched the cigarette from his fingers just before the lighter touched it. — Use your brain for a change and try to at least for a minute soberly assess the situation. Everyone now knows who we are, a wave of the hand from a random cleric in a random location, and - poof! You disappear into thin air as if you never existed, and you can't do anything about it, no invisibility and rolls will save you. You don't even have to get caught on anything, just put two and two together, just look at your nasty, tobacco-smelling face from a kilometer away. What are you even hoping for with this attitude? I strongly advise you, very seriously and sincerely, to clear your hot head of filth while you still can, build some kind of moral code for yourself, and treat with respect the chance that you are given. I won't let you go into the city until I understand that you have grasped this. Just understand it already! — Garrett waved his hand around the room, although it was obvious that he meant a space that was by no means limited to the walls of Carneol. — Here we have a unique chance not to end up as stray dogs again, but to really achieve something and become someone else. You can, of course, ignore all this nonsense about knights and heroes if you dislike it so much, I myself find it difficult to realize all this at once, I will not judge. But in fact, these are just labels, formal or informal, the main point is different. You can't live a normal life with the mentality of a default highwayman, but you can die quickly and ugly - you know this no less than I do, and I don't believe that you will simply accept this as your ceiling and an insurmountable boundary. But evolving from a parasite into a human being is quite possible, and this opportunity is now opening up before you - a real calling awaits you, a reliable and worthy company, confidence in the future. In return, it requires a firm will, sincere devotion to the common cause, and a desire to develop. Look at me - it took so much willpower to break myself and earn some kind of honest name, understand that it is thanks to this that we are both alive and together now. Remember all our common experience, well, you're not completely unteachable, I know you can cook when you really want to. And I brought you here not just to get you a job, but because I want the same for you as I do for myself, and I believe that you have enough strength to transform, and that is why I am trying so hard to reach you now, pushing this heartbreaking cart. Don't let all this go to waste, brother, and let Anuzish see our team truly reborn - one that will leave a truly glorious memory of Aster on this earth.
. . . . . . . . .
Harold was silent. Perhaps from the outside, at that moment, he might have seemed like a strong and silent bandit, but in reality, he just didn't know what to say in response to this sudden monologue.
Finally, gathering his thoughts, he replied.
— ... Okay. I understand you and I will remember what you said. I... will try. Really.
An awkward silence hung again. Garrett looked intently at his brother, who was staring blankly at the lighter, which he was thoughtfully turning in his hands, already completely forgetting what he wanted to do.
— Good. Keep it up, and chin up - after all, it's a holiday today, we need to celebrate it.
— Yeah...
— And to mark the occasion of joining Carneol, I'll give you a gift - here's a weapon befitting the status of a warrior of the empire, it will remind you of who you are now.
Garrett hands Harold the Moen sword.
— Oh, cool, thanks.
— Well, shall we go for a walk now? There are many interesting events planned for today.
— Yeah, let's go, you can introduce me to Margel.
The Aster brothers leave the Carneol headquarters and go I'll decide where later.
Harold equips the Moen sword in the second slot. A cigarette (one) is transferred to Garrett's inventory.
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