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with the smallest amount of energy in the whole wide world

This is because they buffed me with spirit boosting upgrades 😭

Blinking, Treebeard recoils in horror, unable to comprehend such a serious breach of subordination – or perhaps his mind kindly spared him from such awareness.
- I apologize, sir, I don't know what came over me. It seems this herring somehow got into my head for a while, - quickly glancing around the battlefield and not seeing any immediate danger, he helps the Chief get up (if the latter doesn't cut him in half in anger).
- Damn it... - making the most sour and angry face possible, he frowns, surveying the bloody carnage; his gaze falls on the sword wound on the only guard. - Bastards... Buddy, how are you doing? Can you walk? Here, take this, it will help, - he hands the healing potion to his colleague, still not realizing in the blood-soaked haze that this wound was not inflicted by the brown-skinned creatures.
His wandering gaze falls on the fox:
- And you're here? What brings you here?... - he squints suspiciously, just like in post #734.

– Your confidence is impressive, – said the elder in the most charismatic voice, – so be it. Now, all those who wish to take on this task, please go to this address!

– Yes, sir Amaksaran Merfert!

A total of ten strong men with different talents are gathered. Harold is one of them. Is he ready to embark on a mission, whatever it may be?

—It shall be done, O greatest! —bowed the Viking.
Unfortunately, his parents didn't teach him not to wander around with strangers, so without the slightest doubt, he is preparing for the journey.

Yay, 50 pages!

So, almost all members of the valiant band of loyalists of Ceraria have died as heroes. Some were cut down with an axe, some were consumed by the power of the cosmos, and some faced a charmed blade. Speaking of which: the mysterious two-handed sword mysteriously disappeared as soon as the puppet's body fell to the floor. It wasn't that strong after all. Take away the gift of its patron, and who are you without it?

The reason for the retreat of the unknown voice remains unclear. It was as if its owner was afraid of something or someone. In any case, the will of the survivors is unlikely to be threatened now.

– How did you defeat me? – Captain Akoren asked Derivos with bewilderment, – ah, never mind, we won't remember the details anyway. The renegades resorted to cunning tricks, but it didn't help them.

The Fox began the conversation in the usual manner: with a charming smile.

– I was looking for you, Sir Derivos. But in the citadel, I was led to this place. The Brown Banner is too important to the House of Pink Flowers, and therefore I simply had to see everything with my own eyes. However, this almost cost me my free will.

The unknown force defied explanation. Kearak had never heard of anything like it. Therefore, this information must get into the right hands as soon as possible.

Albrecht the Heretic found a passage to the very far cave that the capital guard needed. In addition, there were also three chests eager to be looted.

– Hmm, these cultists have quite a lot of good stuff, – Captain Akoren noted, – who will go search them this time?

Despite his seemingly unwavering spirit, Gortrich was clearly depressed. The guard stood aside, looking at the bodies of his comrades. Although all the wounds had been healed at the cost of the captain's last potions, the dead could not be brought back.

And the priestess... she was definitely trying to blend in with the wall so as not to be noticed. And for now, she was succeeding.



Meanwhile, with the northerner:

A group of mercenaries arrives at the location of the assignment. It turns out to be a luxurious mansion in the Selara's Mercy district. Harold and Co. are let inside without any questions by some figures in crimson robes. In the hall, the mercenaries are greeted by the client herself.



– Welcome, dear guests, please sit down, – Salitil kindly points with an elegant hand to the free seats at the table, covered with all sorts of dishes of exceptional beauty and taste.

In addition to the lady herself, who was unknown to Skufinson and sat on a throne of the purest red glass, there were men and women in the hall with bodies worthy of gods. Such a sight made common sense run away with a loud "hee-hee, catch me!", especially from Harold, because the Will of Istiris in his body immediately began to push the northerner towards the most sophisticated dreams with the head of the Sorn-Tarn cult at the forefront.

- Hello, you're also a newbie, right? - Radianta says to one of the newcomers on the way to the Strict Calculation area. - What's your name? Oh yes, my name is Radianta, nice to meet you.

– Oh, hello. I'm Revan. Nice to meet you. Yes, I've only been with the Scavengers for two weeks. What about you?

The newcomer seems a bit lost in thought, but answers Radiante readily.

- Who knows what kind of destruction they would have brought about later if we hadn't conducted this raid today, - the subordinate tried to put some kind of end to the grim results of the massacre, even if it sounded like cope. - Yes, that's Sir Kearak, who helped us with the information, - he nods at a familiar face, the suspicion towards whom vanished as quickly as it had appeared. - And this is Captain Akoren and his colleagues.
There was little desire to delve into the cultists' belongings, but the subtext of the situation did not encourage turning up one's nose.
- I'll take care of it, sir. Take a breather, and... - a wooden gaze coldly glided over the "hostage", then once again over the dead bodies.
Seeing no need to comment further, the soldier stomps off to carry out the task.

Added 11 minutes later
if they are locked up, then they can be opened with Nebosom, and I will search them 🤓

This doesn't work that way. Whoever opened the lock searches. The captain will give you two lockpicks, but getting three from Nebochka depends on him.

A group of mercenaries arrives at the location of their assignment. It turns out to be a luxurious mansion in the District of Selar's Grace. Harold and his crew are admitted inside without any unnecessary questions by certain individuals in crimson robes. In the grand hall, the mercenaries are greeted by the client herself.

“Welcome, dear guests, please sit down,” Salitil says with a friendly gesture, indicating the available seats at a table laden with all sorts of delicacies of exceptional beauty and taste.

Besides the lady herself, who was unknown to Skufinson and sat on a throne of the purest red glass, there were men and women in the hall with bodies worthy of gods. Such a sight made common sense flee from the mercenaries with a loud "hee-hee, catch me!", especially from Harold himself, for the Will of Istiris in his body immediately began to urge the northerner towards the most elaborate dreams, with the head of the Sorn-Tarn cult in the leading role.

Harold was a simple man and not particularly imaginative, so he probably wouldn't surprise the reader with the scale of those very elaborate dreams.
“Now, this is what I call hospitality,” he commented briefly, taking a seat at the table.

I remember Nebka Reven spending half the game in the expansion pack looking for underwear for our promiscuous nun. So, Astral, be careful. It's likely that some underwear might have remained in the wreckage of alien ships, unless, of course, highly advanced aliens also decided that personal hygiene is for losers.

Albrecht opens the chests.

- You have an interesting name; it's almost an anagram of my father's name. - She ignored his reciprocal question for one reason or another. - Alright, I won't bother you anymore.

do whatever you want, I'll try to fix it if you break everything and something remains.

Somewhere, Amm, whose address to the owner of the "True Empress" is expected by the narrator, suddenly remembered a couple of facts about the Dark Empire, about the races of Shadari and Sharakeen, who besieged Aberath several times throughout its history, even during the reign of the Keyne. These beings were so perfect that they practically had no bodily needs or excretions. The Shadari were ascetics, while the Sharakeen enjoyed the pleasures of this world. The former wore tight-fitting suits that varied depending on the type of troops. Underneath, they wore nothing. The latter used something more suitable to the nature of their race. In the great dark future, there is no place for cowards.

— Yes, I understand you... — Juvencius gave his assistant his trademark look: "You've disappointed me, but I didn't expect anything else." — I'll go and pay my respects to the mistress.

"I wonder why I suddenly remembered the physiology of the Shadari? And about clothing. As if there could be other, very short pants under the pants. What nonsense. Unless the northern barbarians wear several pairs of pants at once to avoid frostbite; more developed races wouldn't have such nonsense."
Fortunately, the sight of the establishment's owner shifted his attention to more mentally healthy thoughts. Juvencius spent a good minute watching how skillfully this woman handled the snake. Probably, she can also handle trouser snakes perfectly...
— Greetings, beautiful lady! Please forgive me for being speechless for a moment when I saw you... Your skill in taming all kinds of snakes is amazing. But I won't take up any more of your precious time; let's get down to business! Blood boils, flowers bloom, and I'm interested in Keliandra.

Derevos, with two lockpicks from Captain Akoren, heads to the upper chest, while Albrecht and his group attack the central one. **Albrecht Van Hosling** besieges the Castle: **Lockpicking attempt: success!** Reward: 1) 150 cetrens 2) Essence of Uselessness x1 (what is this for?) Albrecht has 2 lockpicks. **Derevos** besieges the Castle: **Lockpicking attempt: success!** Reward: 1) 200 cetrens 2) Essence of Uselessness x2 (what is this for?) Derevos has 1 lockpick. After that, both heroes from the world of lockpicking start working on the lower chest. **Albrecht Van Hosling** besieges the Castle: **Lockpicking attempt: failure!** Albrecht has 1 lockpick. **Derevos** besieges the Castle: **Lockpicking attempt: failure!** Derevos has 0 lockpicks. **Albrecht Van Hosling** besieges the Castle: **Lockpicking attempt: failure!** Albrecht has 0 lockpicks. Unfortunately, both fail, and they run out of lockpicks. Each is left with their small reward. It hardly makes sense to share it with anyone now. Meanwhile, Kearak was surprised by Derevos's naivety, as he had already used his ability today. What a compliant guard... However, the fox still told the truth; there was something to worry about! "I don't think there will be any more cultists there," said Captain Akoren, referring to the cave. "It's time to end this!" In theory, there shouldn't be anything threatening the remaining squad anymore... but why is the priestess looking so suspiciously at this secret passage? **Meanwhile, with the looters:** However, Revan won't let Radiant go so easily. "Here, take this! A gift from me! You're so beautiful!" The Novice shoves three volumes of the Reimy Empire into her hands and then runs to the bookstore across the street. Probably for a new edition of Sakuramoria. **Radianta O'Mila receives the Reimy Empire I (book) item** **Radianta O'Mila receives the Reimy Empire II (book) item** **Radianta O'Mila receives the Reimy Empire III (book) item** Then the road continues. Xaya Volden is still going somewhere, presumably in search of the greatest shop in the entire kingdom of Celia-Mira. **Meanwhile, with the mercenaries:** **Harold Skufinson** is tempted. In general, the mission no longer concerned anyone. If Salitil ordered the brave mercenaries to fight the great Amaksaran Merfert, they would agree without the slightest doubt, even if it were suicide. "Eat, drink, enjoy dreams and reality," Salitil whispered, "one of you will remain at this table forever." The mercenaries roared, demonstrating that their desire for such a fate was a solid ten out of ten. "Choose, darling! Choose whoever you want!" After these words, a strange creature crawled out from behind the throne, resembling a woman with extra limbs, both arms and some paws or claws. Standing up and straightening to her full height, she turned out to be quite attractive, but aggressive and predatory, vaguely resembling a Kaishi or a Northerner. But probably still intelligent. "Blood... hot, alluring blood..." "I'll go!" said one of the mercenaries. "No, I should be the one!" "Why is that?" "Calm down! It's her choice, not yours," Salitil laughed. "The most worthy... will die today." However, these terrible words could not frighten or bring any of the mercenaries to their senses, because they were already thinking about something else. **Meanwhile, in "The True Empress":** "Keliandra... ironically, that name was chosen..." said the restaurant owner mysteriously and beckoned Amm into the room behind her. As soon as the elderly authority disappeared from public view, the snake on the owner's neck lunged forward and bit him painfully on the arm. Yuventius was paralyzed for a short time, but Rettana Veskar managed to take a drop of the snake's blood from its fangs and throw it into a certain cauldron with boiling liquid. After that, she calmly took a bouquet of flowers from the same cauldron, placed it next to Amm, and left with the air that nothing had happened. Oh, these cultist rituals... **Yuventius Amm receives the Blood Flower Bouquet x1 item**