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Having finished his business at the University, Asmidul finds himself at the entrance of the "Mazzard" building.
- Are you here for us? - asked the girl standing at the entrance.
- Did you like it? Let me tell you something more – you've wasted your life by not being there this January. I'm a new person now. - Girra smiled broadly, dazzling his interlocutor with the gleam of his gold tooth. - You can become a king or whatever, but I'm aiming for godhood. There's still a dark niche in our main pantheon, and it's just the right size for me. Who else in this world is more ambitious, ascetic, disciplined, strong, brave, enterprising, creative, independent, persistent, and a natural leader? No one. So, I won't settle for a thousand silver coins and a desert hut. I haven't decided on the guilds yet; I'm thinking I might flip a coin or roll some dice.
Added 26 minutes later - Ah, as they say, the glass is always half full... with a white, mysterious liquid. If you ever do become a goddess, please be so kind as to forget about my existence. Over the next four hours, the artist makes numerous sketches of various poses, using Kamistella's body as a model, and also manages to finish a gift painting for her.
Untitled +20% to experience gained, only for Kamistella.
- You didn't think I was going to pay you, did you?
It’s great when creators understand each other’s sources of inspiration!
Camistella was a girl with many talents. For example, she had a brain. So she quickly realized that, in the long run, this painting would be more useful than a short-lived purse full of coins.
“The work is excellent and very much in your style, Mr. Phainant,” the lunar mage praised the artist. “Such a gift is much more pleasant than money, believe me. Now, I’ll be leaving you! I’ve helped as much as I could, good luck with your difficult task!”
Camistella takes the painting and goes home to hang the gift on the wall. She wouldn’t wear it under her dress…
And yet, this Phainant is not a very pleasant conversationalist… if she becomes a goddess, she will find time to send him five strong women from Skraim as a consolation!
- And how will you achieve that, my friend? If it were possible, we'd have a hundred gods here stepping on each other's heads and competing to see who can fart the loudest," - the last sharp puff ended the life of the cigarette, the butt fell into the dust and was mercilessly crushed by the heel of a stylish shoe. - But a hundred kings get along just fine," he added in a hoarse, smoky voice.
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I haven't decided on the guilds yet, I think I might flip a coin or roll the dice?
- If you have a ten-cent coin, it's your choice, but don't complain later if you get some kind of nonsense; a roll is non-negotiable, as you remember.
—Hello, yes, do you have any newspapers? —the young man was a little surprised by the unexpected question.
- Yes. - The girl looked intently into the young man's eyes, although she was not much older herself. - Young man, has anyone ever told you that you have a xenophobic look? Don't be surprised by my insight - the eyes are still the mirror of the soul, and in my line of work, I have to interact with others and delve into their inner selves almost every day. Not to mention that indignation about the "influx" of people in our country is a common phenomenon; the pattern of facial expressions has already been well memorized.
- And how will you achieve that, my dear? If it were possible, we would have a hundred gods here stepping on each other's heads and competing to see who can fart the loudest, - the last sharp drag put an end to the cigarette's life, the butt fell into the dust and was mercilessly crushed by the heel of a flashy shoe. - But a hundred kings get along quite well, - he added in a hoarse voice, filled with smoke.
- And don't compare me to the others. I am who I am. If we were communicating in writing, you would see that it is written with a capital letter. - Confidently adjusting his jacket and smirking, he thinks. - And how to achieve... Eh, well, somehow. The main thing is to set a goal for yourself, and your legs will somehow get you there. - Girra decided to box the air a little. - And if necessary, then my hands too.Author
- If you have a ten-kopeck coin, it's your choice, but don't regret it later if you have to do some paperwork; the Rolyan transfer is not possible, as you remember.
- Let's do this... Whoever can beat the other's face more, that's who decides which guild we'll join. Fortune favors the bold.
Added 2 minutes ago Meanwhile, Kamistella safely returns home and hangs a picture of herself on one of the walls.
- Yes. - The girl looked intently into the young man's eyes, although she was not much older herself. - Young man, has anyone ever told you that you have a xenophobic look? Don't be surprised by my perceptiveness - the eyes are still the mirror of the soul, and in my profession, I have to interact with others and delve into their inner selves almost every day. Not to mention that indignation about the "influx" of people into our country is a common phenomenon; the pattern of facial expressions is already well-remembered.
Asmidul, as usual, was about to lower his gaze to the floor, but upon hearing the girl's statement, he was taken aback by such audacity combined with narrow-mindedness: —Let it be known to you that "xenophobia" as a concept was invented by those in power to evoke a sense of guilt in their own citizens! Have you ever seen in nature that animals invite strangers into their pack? Distrust of foreign elements is the foundation of our body's immune system! One could say that all life is based on this natural, inherent rule, so... - adjusting his glasses, the young man muttered in a quiet voice: - ...so I would still like to buy a newspaper, without insults from the media in my city.
The headquarters of the Guild of Wonders turns out to be a tall tower built on a hill not far from the town — quite close, just a ten-minute walk away — so it didn't require its own icon on the country map. Presumably, it was intended that if the worst fears were realized, the townsfolk wouldn't suffer as badly as they might have if this building stood in the center of town.
On the guild's grounds, Erica's eyes catch sight of a cute-looking girl. Before raising her eyes and meeting the newcomer's gaze, she had been absorbed in watching a caravan of ants marching along the ground.
In response to the young man's impassioned speech, the girl shrugged; her expression showed no negative emotions.
"My father is from here; the Mazzard dynasty is one of the oldest in this land, and my mother is from Margel. How does that fit into your paradigm of organisms and animals? It turns out that no pack will consider me one of their own, and the immune system of both organisms will try to eliminate me. If that's the case, then we won't have any mongrels left, and they'll have no choice but to be hostile towards the majority, and the cycle of hatred will never end. Of course, you can always suggest that we solve the problem by shooting ourselves in the head, but I think you should understand that few people will find that option satisfactory. And yes, I wasn't insulting you. If you hold strong beliefs and views, it's best to hold them high and not be afraid to defend them if necessary." After exhaling, the interlocutor changed the subject. "My name is Chereshnya Mazzard, and the newspaper costs one rem."
“I feel like I’ve heard a similar story somewhere today… Well, then, your opinion on this matter is not surprising.” – casting a glance at the publication’s sign, the southerner confirmed his thoughts. – “Even if you personally aren’t to blame, I wouldn’t believe for anything that this ‘cycle of hatred’ can be broken. As long as there are ten news headlines about the crimes of another ‘non-integrated’ person for every single happy exception to the rule, society has to choose between painfully removing one of its organs or letting the entire organism die… I’m sorry, maybe that sounded inappropriate now, but that’s just my opinion, and I stand by it.” – He rummaged in his wallet, counting out a coin for the newspaper. – “Although, usually at this point in the debate, my opponents give me a punch on the nose and leave. By the way, my name is Asmidul, thank you.”
Ten minutes of walking, but it felt like an hour? Truly a magical place! Old Einstein must have had a hand in this, - thought Erika, if she were a Yshurian.
Erika had already gained some experience from interacting with the "cute-looking mushroom," so she just wanted to walk by. However, it was her first time in this place, so the fear of getting involved in some kind of trouble took over, and she stopped. After thinking for a couple of minutes, she decided to just watch what was happening and not distract the girl from her task. Maybe it was something important.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
- Hold on a moment, let's go inside first; I'm not just some girl handing out newspapers on the street. Don't worry, no one at our publishing house will harm you.
Asuguh Diary Diary Level: 0 Diary Points: 0/20 Next Level Bonus: 100 experience points. +1 point for each entry about a character, location, or day (days without events do not count). 10 resources
Interview with Her Majesty Lunamaria es Diesra Arual (5 hours) 5 resources
Blessed Hammer (very many hours) 30 resources
Sigonian Spear (very many hours) 30 resources
Sightseeing Map - Visit the administration of each city in Asuguh. - Ask the Protector or the person acting in their stead to stamp the map. - Return to us to receive a prize. 10 resources
Royal Interests (2 hours) 5 resources
Voice of Asuguh (4 hours) 5 resources
Cyclops Village (2 hours) 5 resources
Thunderstorm (2 hours) 5 resources
Stronghold of Merriment (2 hours) 5 resources
What to do if you suffer from unrequited love? (1 minute) 1 resource
The blade cuts through the air, and Ushumgallu enjoys watching his opponent flinch, retreating to a safe distance.
"Chase him, hurt him!"
Holding his shield in front of him, he moves forward. Something lightly taps against the surface, and Ushumgallu immediately throws his blade forward. Hit. Instead of the expected dull, squelching sound, only the clang of metal on metal is heard.
"Break the shell, cut through the flesh!"
He raises his talwar for the next strike and moves forward again. Something is hindering him. He can't take a step, his arms hang limp like a broken puppet.
"Kill him..."
The belated pain in his chest paralyzes him; he tries to take another breath, another step, another strike, but his body bends in half. Still looking at his opponent, the young man can only gasp for air.
"Iliman wins!"
The voices inside fall silent. Ushumgallu straightens up, catches his breath, and extends his fist to his opponent, offering a fist bump in a sign of respect.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Kamistella thoroughly admired her own portrait, and for some reason, vague anxieties flashed in her mind... she shouldn't get involved with elderly men with canes, fiery birds, and the power of friendship... Naria knows why, but it's not worth it... this was all suggested to Kamistella by intuition, and the intuition of a Lunarian, as is well known, is as reliable as a divine monarchy.
Having finished admiring herself, Kamistella went to the Guild of Arts.
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