- No, it's worse – it seems I took a wrong turn...
- No, it's worse – it seems I took a wrong turn...
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taking a wrong turn...
- you and your companions are not yet members of any of the guilds, is that correct?
- Bandits? 😍 - the Lunarian whispered.
Erica listened to the professor's story, then cut herself a piece of pie.
- I heard that the university has offered a reward for uncovering the secret of this object, so there is some interest in this object after all? Or is that not true?
Looking around, Insho didn't see anything remarkable.
- No, worse – it seems I took a wrong turn...
- Well, why would it be untrue... It's true, of course. It's just that no one believes in the usefulness of this research, and therefore there is no funding – there are few who want to throw resources into the abyss. Be that as it may, some time ago, the Church became interested in the artifact, and therefore it will not stay in our country for much longer.
She didn't quite understand the part about avalanches and the beheading hammer, but she decided not to dwell on it.
- Y-yes, this is for you. - In reality, she gave him the book hoping he would read it in the next few days and return it immediately, but she didn't dare interrupt his genuine, as she thought, enthusiasm. - Read it and enjoy, I hope it helps you find the answers you're looking for!
- Oh! Now we'll have to travel longer 🙁
"Bomb? Trash? Wallet?!" - turning his head in search of someone nearby, Ghenza reaches out to a suspicious container.

- Thank you very much! - replied the southerner with sincere enthusiasm. - Time flies slowly in carriages, but it's a pity to waste it without benefit... It seems like you miss out on valuable experience for the intellect, if I may say so. - putting the book in his bag, he glanced around once more with a dreamy sigh. - Yes, I will find the answers, and after I complete Nitra's task, I will return with new questions. So that, as you said, we can continue to chat about intellectual topics. - realizing the absurdity of the last phrase, he fell silent, embarrassed, and began to adjust his glasses for some reason. - By the way, about the task... I need to interview the residents of each city, would you like to participate? It would help me a lot, but I won't insist if you don't want to!
- And what is this reward? - asked Erika, eating a pie.
- The Church is interested, you say? And do you know what exactly it is interested in? And why do you think the artifact won't last long? Are they going to move it somewhere?
- Can I have some tea? - she added.
The situation turned out to be more serious, and the lost ones only return to Sizki by 11:00 PM.
- Hmm... That didn't go well... Well, good luck!
On this awkward note, the rider rides away.
– About me? They’re already writing books with pictures about me just because I moved to another city? How lovely! And who is the author? – the Lunarian smirked. – Oh, we have a mutual acquaintance, Mr. Phainant. She’s been suffering from a complex of being a rejected woman lately. She’s suffering so much that a representative from a rather dubious company from Shingen showed up on her doorstep. I’m wondering if this is worth our attention, or if this acquaintance should just keep flipping the coin of her fate.
- Of course, I'll be happy to help! But... only if it's not too personal...
-- That's right.
Insho goes to sleep to try again in the morning.

- Ho-ho! - the guy suddenly felt that the goddess was calling him back to Ruzaniel, sending a signal to the neuron responsible for the functioning of one of the vital organs. - Imagine that it is still last year. How many/10? - he asks the centaur.