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Albrecht confidently chooses yellow.

The black interior, purple exterior, and completely yellow one were chosen.

Only the third and final round remains. The selection continues!

Three final watermelons are brought out: red with white stripes, purple with green spots, and blue with orange patterns.

- Lost? Please, come this way, - he places one hand on the hilt of his sword and points with the other, showing the way to the cells. - Let me escort you.
Despite his casual tone, the guard was ready to draw his weapon in a record 0.2 seconds at the first sign of any movement he didn't like.

He chose black inside, purple outside, and completely yellow.

The third and final round remains. The selection continues!

Three final watermelons are brought out: red with white stripes, purple with green spots, and blue with orange patterns.

After a moment of thought, the young non-human chooses the purple one with spots.

– The special purpose chambers are not in that direction, – the prisoner replied calmly, – but it doesn't matter anymore. Today, my thirty-year imprisonment comes to an end. How long I have waited... Out of the way, guard! Your Sorntarnit dungeon can no longer hold me!

A monstrous clang echoed, and the shackles on the prisoner's hands shattered into pieces. What incredible strength...

Meanwhile, with Albrecht:

He chose black on the inside, purple on the outside; completely yellow, and purple with green spots.

Albrecht is brought a smoothie made from all three watermelons.

– Drink, – Salitil smiled sweetly, – your choice...

"Wouldn't it have been easier to break them down right after they left the chamber?" - a rhetorical question flashed through his mind. - Alas, I took an oath, and I cannot do that, - he draws his sword and takes a fighting stance. - So, you are in league with our black standard-bearer, brave knight who saved the beautiful princess. Are you aware of the situation outside, miss? There is a reinforcement coming, and the streets are swarming with guards and agents; they will catch up to you in an instant and finish you off. For your own good, it is better for you to stay here. If you are not satisfied with the conditions of your confinement, you can file a complaint, and I promise it will be carefully considered. And I will deal with this cellar of yours again.
He decided that he would deliver his, probably, last blow in this life with the flat side of the blade, when she rushes at him. Perhaps the blacksmith who forged it would consider this an insult to his craft.

– Me? In league with him? – the prisoner nervously laughed. – Has it really come to the point where, after thirty years of Yuinair Kalidar’s reign, no one remembers me anymore? I am a judge! I am the one who executes the enemies of the kingdom, even if they enjoy the king’s favor! I am the Mist that obscures the vision of the dark hand of renegades and traitors!

At that moment, Derevos could recall two things: a recent conversation and an old tale, occasionally retold within the walls of the capital guard’s citadel, about how someone once tried to kill the first minister and almost succeeded.

"Dervos," Dervos replies concisely to this introduction. "You don't look thirty years older, what did you expect? Never mind, I remember you because I heard your name just a couple of hours ago. I have good news and bad news for you, citizen. The good news is that your sentence is coming to an end – this is verified information from high-ranking official sources. The bad news is that if you do what you intend to do now, it will be considered a relapse and a violation of the terms of your imprisonment, and all your time served will be for nothing. Do you need that? To run from the law for a short time again, and then end up back in jail, this time for life, or even on the gallows? I would recommend that you calm down and be reasonable. Let's even assume that when you are caught, a fantastic scenario plays out, where your case doesn't end up with a petty bureaucrat, but some high-ranking officials intervene and show mercy. Do you really think that such leniency will come without consequences? They will drive the hook so deep into your flesh that you will hardly notice the difference between freedom and imprisonment," the guard frowned. "And returning to the question of the rogue knight – I don't see how you could leave your cell at this moment, except by being released by a third party. Misunderstanding is the natural enemy of justice, which you seem to be advocating for, so you now have a unique opportunity to present your version of what happened before the situation escalates to a point of no return."

Meanwhile, with Albrecht:

He chose black on the inside, purple on the outside; completely yellow, and purple with green spots.

Albrecht is brought a smoothie made from all three watermelons.

– Drink, – Salitil smiled sweetly, – your choice...

Should I create a "boot-kisser" unit when Albrecht kicks the bucket? 🤔

Albrecht wanted to eat the watermelons normally, but he thought it would be impolite to refuse the smoothie.

Kearak approaches Matriarch Tinneril, in a way, his superior. – How foolish... Indeed, straight to the point. – That was... an unforgivable oversight,” Kearak agreed guiltily. – Your current un-life... is simply incredible luck! But the way you lost your previous life is a true disgrace to our race!” Tinneril exclaimed. – Indeed, Matriarch,” the fox humbly acknowledged, “however, I managed to gain some benefit from this misunderstanding. Kearak recounts the assassination attempt on him. – These insignificant renegades are getting too bold,” Tinneril frowned. “Their desires are lies. Their aspirations offend the Shadow Lord and Lady Istris. They will pay for it. – I suppose it’s time to make the next move, Matriarch?” Kearak asked cautiously. – It’s time to tighten the noose,” Tinneril clenched her fists, “you know what to do. But please, no more such dubious methods, Kearak-sahan! – I won’t let our cause down, Matriarch! The fox leaves. To rest. Great deeds require a lot of strength. **Kearak receives 100 organization points.** **Meanwhile, with Radianta:** The rogue needed a long time to recover from her recent adventures. But eventually, all her abilities returned. It seems that everyone in the organization is very busy, and Radianta can spend the day as she pleases. The festival continues, but no one is forcing anyone to attend anymore. **Meanwhile, with Dervos:** – What nostalgia...” the prisoner smiled, “I used to be just as law-abiding. About fifty years ago. And then I realized a simple truth: not everyone is equal before the law. And I’m not even talking about our godlike mistress. I won’t lie: that knight came for me. But he didn’t know about my loyalty to the kingdom of Celia-Mira. Maybe I tried to kill Yuenar Kalidar, but certainly not with treasonous intent. So, the Brown Banner goes where it belongs. To the afterlife. And I’m going anywhere, but not into the clutches of the Sorntarn. You think I’ll be officially released. Oh no. Not at all. They have other plans. Just then, Captain Akoren appears with a squad of guards. – Dervos! Excellent work! Mist’s escape was definitely not part of our plans. Capture her! – Do you have enough strength? You had more convincing fighters last time,” Mist narrowed her eyes. – The capital guard does not retreat in the face of danger,” Captain Akoren waved his hand, “Forward! Fight without fear or reproach! After these words, a real nightmare began in the citadel corridor. **Meanwhile, with Albrecht:** After the very first taste of the smoothie, the young Kaishi’s consciousness expanded and soared far away. He woke up in a completely different place, and also felt some changes in his body. **Albrecht Van Hosling receives +5 to Spirit.** **Albrecht Van Hosling is transported to the desert.** **Albrecht Van Hosling receives -5 to Will.** The desert... Iggahrad knows where to go... but most importantly: there are no deserts on Aber. Albrecht had never heard of anything like this.

- The system may be imperfect, but we must maintain faith in it until the very end, regardless of abuses at the local level. Any other path leads to the road of chaos, whose only final destination is suffering and destruction. If not us, then... - he didn't finish his sentence, as reinforcements arrived.

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Clicking his tongue and grimacing as if in toothache, quite tired of the audacity of all sorts of lawbreakers roaming around the Stronghold as if it were their own home, as well as the endless corruption and political secrets casting a completely unnecessary and unsightly shadow on the sacred calling to which he had dedicated his life, the naive state cog buffs himself with "Wrath" and joins in carrying out the order.

. Meanwhile, with Albrecht: After the very first taste of the smoothie, the young Caishi's consciousness expanded and soared far away. He woke up in a completely different place, and also felt some changes in his body. Albrecht Van Hösling gains +5 to Spirit. Albrecht Van Hösling is transported to the desert. Albrecht Van Hösling loses -5 to Willpower. The desert... where to go, Igharrad knows... but most importantly: there are no deserts on Aber. Albrecht had never heard of anything like this.

Could have been worse. - It's better not to mess with the Sorcerers. It was worth seeing for yourself. Hmm, this is an illusion, right? What is this place? I've never seen so much sand. It's hot here. Albrecht looks around, trying to spot something that stands out against the endless sands.

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- The system may be imperfect, but you have to keep faith in it until the very end, despite the abuses on the ground. Another path leads to the road of chaos, whose only finish line is suffering and destruction. If not us, then... - he didn't finish, being interrupted by reinforcements.

How skillfully Dervos sprinkles copium for the goyim pigs, simply a talent!
- A mop in your ass is a necessity, without it the world will plunge into chaos, understand?

After resting enough after writing letters, jumping out of windows, running around the city, dancing, singing, posing, and other activities, Radianta gets out of bed in a bad mood.

Making sure that the "Lunchbox" hasn't gone bad, she eats it to satisfy her hunger and decides to lie down for a little longer.

I hope Albrecht doesn't hate sand too much. Because it's rough, unpleasant, and gets everywhere...

The scout from Albrecht isn't the best, but if he sees anything, you'll be the first to know. For now, you'll have to choose a direction randomly.

Meanwhile, with Radianta:

The Scavenger has successfully eaten. By the way, she still has a book about reproduction and another notebook.

Meanwhile, with Derevos:

After a short skirmish, the Mist is successfully subdued and led away. Thirty years without combat practice and obvious fatigue have taken their toll.

– Well done, Derevos! If it weren't for you, we would have missed her! – Captain Akoren patted the guard on the shoulder. – We should reward you for your ability to appear in the right place at the right time. Unfortunately, our guys sometimes lack this quality.

Derevos receives 2000 cetrens.
Derevos receives 300 organization points.

Derevos increases his rank in the City Guard organization to Level II!

Level bonus: the ability to bring a guard NPC with him on any mission, as long as it doesn't violate the laws of the Kingdom of Celia-Mira, +5 to Strength.

Meanwhile, with Yuventius:

The Storyteller senses the spirit of the owner of this cultist, but doesn't see any actions from him... should they expect something? Yuventius is in the mansion and ready for great deeds.