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“No, sir, there isn’t,” the stranger shook his head. “Here, there is only room for sand and emptiness.”

- How did you survive?

Trees and Keraak bought themselves a powerful newspaper. In it, there were three articles related to the Brown Banner:

"Sad news, brothers and sisters! The treacherous renegade Osgold Ron led a 5,000-strong army to the walls of Aldric! The governor, Tirsell, is under siege. But there is no need to despair prematurely. To counter these vile traitors, our gracious king Mergair sent the guard. According to preliminary forecasts, Osgold Ron has no chance of taking Aldric before reinforcements arrive. Such conclusions were facilitated by the royal council from yesterday, where Magister Oran Visnord proposed to support Governor Tirsell with the power of the absolute shadow shield. There is no reason to worry, brothers and sisters! In the coming days, the renegade Oran Visnord will be driven back to the east."

"Unknown cultists attacked several cities in the Southern Shore province. Spies report that each of them possesses the gift of the Cosmos. In response, the Golden Battalion threw ten thousand elite warriors against the enemy. Order is expected to be restored in the province within two weeks."

"Our radiant First Minister Yuiner Kalidar, together with the Great Cathedral and with the assistance of the Sorn-Tarn cult, set up an ambush against spies of the Brown Banner in the royal capital. Through the efforts of the city's leading organizations, one hundred and seven rebellious knights were destroyed. However, there were also losses on our side. The full results of the ambush are still being calculated, but the minister is not satisfied with them."

In addition, there were many articles on other topics. For example, like these:

"The second day of the depraved Red Flame festival has arrived. On this occasion, the Sorn-Tarn cult presented the First Minister Yuiner Kalidar with a flawless bloodstone, and the Great Cathedral noted the fruitful cooperation with Lady Salitil. We remind you that the festival will last for three days."

"Through the efforts of the Cela-Mira Academy, a spy cell of the Empire of the Seven Stars, known as the Sons of Labor, was destroyed in the royal capital. All those involved have been taken to the citadel of the capital guard."

– To be honest, I expected better news, – said Keraak after reading.

Meanwhile, with Radianta:

A shady figure in a hood approaches the merchant.

– Psst, don't you want to know more about our lord, Yog-Sheldar?



Meanwhile, with Albrecht:

– There is something greater than life, – the stranger smiled, – for example, duty. My duty is to sell tickets. And no death will prevent me from fulfilling it.

Meanwhile, with Albrecht:

– There is something greater than life, – the stranger smiled, – for example, duty. My duty is to sell tickets. And no death will prevent me from fulfilling it.

- Interesting. How can I acquire such a superpower?

- Were you expecting something specific or in general? Any system will inevitably face challenges, sir; this is simply a fact of our existence. What matters is how it responds to them, and I see that the esteemed individuals have everything under control. So, don't worry too much – an enemy who underestimates the strength of the response to their aggression will very soon realize their mistake and weaken themselves. As for... - the mustachioed man scanned one of the paragraphs. - "Sons of Labor" - well, that's quite a name - it's easy to handle; the capital guard can handle any amount of work. It's good that we managed to contain this tumor.

– It depends on what price you're willing to pay... – the stranger pondered, – I, for example, have been standing here and not going anywhere for several billion years. Meanwhile, with the guys, their numbers doubled: – In my dreams, the Brown Banner is closer to defeat than ever... – Keaarak replied, – but reality doesn't seem so promising. Let's move on! The guys walk along the city streets, when suddenly... – Kill! Kill! Kill! ...suddenly, creatures start crawling out of every crack. Dozens, hundreds of creatures, eager to tear Keaarak, Derevos, and the unfortunate citizens who happened to be nearby to pieces. – KILL!!! – I'll cover you, sir! – exclaimed the guard who followed our heroes.

The Ancient spends half a second to assess: - whether there is anywhere to retreat from their current position; - how quickly the weaklings move, and whether they look as "harmless" as that recent one; - whether they pose a threat to the well-being of random passersby or have focused solely on their path; - whether there is any reinforcement in sight.

The AI observes the following: the party is surrounded, the enemies are running around frantically, but they don't seem physically strong. Furthermore, they are primarily targeting the named characters, although they can also attack random NPCs, and there is no reinforcement nearby.

- Clear the way! The guard is on duty! - barked Dervos, trying to clear the area of passersby, then tossed the fox: - Try to stay a few steps away, sir, I don't want you to ruin your suit. But don't let them catch you.
Nodding to his assistant, the guard draws his blade with an unpleasant clang, taps the hilt against his breastplate to attract the attention of the crowd, and buffs himself with "Wrath" before starting the dirty, but righteous work.

– It depends on what price you're willing to pay... – the stranger pondered, – I, for example, have been standing here and not going anywhere for several billion years.

- That's a long time. But didn't you want to sell tickets? And what kind of being gave you such a long life, who did you pay?

When the battle began, the kill count quickly reached dozens, as the creatures were so fragile and weak. Nevertheless, they understood something about the strategy of overwhelming with numbers. They might not be able to pierce Treebeard's armor, but they could certainly knock him down and overwhelm him. No matter how fiercely the valiant guards fought, two of them were clearly not enough. And even though Keraak was quite skilled in the school of Water magic, he couldn't cast ice arrows fast enough. The fact that some of the townspeople risked attacking the creatures from the rear, sacrificing their own lives for the lives of the guards, didn't help much either. Probably, everything would have ended badly... if three completely drunk northerners hadn't appeared from a dark alley. – Hic... look, brother, some shorties are beating up the guards... – Hic... yeah... I don't like them... those... bread-cutters... hic... they're waiting for my beautiful fist! – Let's smash them! – Yes! Hic... With the fury of berserkers, three northerners rushed into the attack on the creatures. Meanwhile, with Nebos: – Would you believe me if I told you that this creature is me? – the stranger smiled slyly. – It's all about desire and stubbornness. But I don't think you can repeat it.

- Huh? What?... - Radianta either didn't hear her new acquaintance or pretended not to. - Excuse me, the guard asked me to leave, and I just remembered that I might have forgotten to lock the door at home and turn off, or rather, extinguish, the fireplace, so I'm sorry. I wish you a good mood, and stay healthy.
On this note, whether by chance or intentionally, she runs towards the Scarlet Flame Festival.

"Being in a public place while intoxicated and participating in riots; aggressive assault and mass murder as part of an organized group; appearance not conforming to the permissible 666:14/88-G criteria; the weapon is definitely unregistered, and no permit for its possession has been issued..." - analytical data on what he had seen flashed through the mind of the already quite tipsy officer. However, the second point was difficult to apply to the degenerate mutants, who were likely not even citizens of the capital, and the other violations were in the administrative realm, so he decided not to dwell on them this time. Clenching his teeth, he cast a quick glance at his squad - did anyone need immediate support before he continued with the task.

and I just remembered that I might have forgotten to close the door and turn off, or rather, extinguish, the fireplace at home, so I apologize.

- Oh. - Coming to her senses, the mischievous player turned her head for a brief moment before finally leaving for the festival and decided to clarify one point. - I might have FORGOTTEN to close and turn off, I accidentally missed one word... Well, now I'm definitely saying goodbye.
Of course, she could have simply edited what she said earlier through her player, but that wouldn't be very sporting.

Meanwhile, Nebos says:

– Would you believe me if I told you that this creature is actually me? – the stranger said with a sly smile. – It's all about desire and persistence. But I don't think you could do it.

– Why not believe it? This world is full of wonders. By the way, do you happen to know how I can get back to Aberath? Maybe you've heard of it?