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- Wow! You've hit the nail on the head! That's exactly right – we were composing a letter to the nineteenth monarch of Margel! Even now, years later, I remember its contents. You're also right about the rest – most people who set foot on the territory of Nephiria would become victims of the life-threatening miasma.

—Amazing! And what was it about, if it's not a state secret? It was a historical event, after all, and you were a witness. And if it is a secret, maybe you could at least tell me how you managed to avoid the miasma? —thoughtfully humming, he considers a new idea. —The nineteenth monarch... That was so many years ago...

Upon returning home, Insho sees a new inscription on her wall – “stinky.”

But how did they find out where she lives?

After looking at the city map, Insho decided that it would be a good idea to visit Symphony of Happiness and buy something to cover the penalty for the scar.

by smell

It was truly a religious experience. Ushumgallu lay in silence, motionless, afraid to prematurely disturb the slowly fading trance of erotic bliss. He felt like a victor. A king. At that moment, he didn't need to take Barsina.

The feeling of reality returned faster than he would have liked. First, the world in which there were only him, Sparta, and the unseen spirit of Nanaya acquired the boundaries of the resting place, then – of the Temple, where Lydia was probably still prowling in search of a victim, and after that, of all of Anuzish, where his Farisi companions, the university, the guilds, the Black Knight, and the ever-present shadow of his father awaited him. Ushumgallu rose, sighing with a touch of sadness. He didn't particularly want to return to this world, but he knew that it would pass soon.

-- This is true art. No, it's a true mystery, -- Ushumgallu brushed his hair from his forehead, smiling faintly. -- I'll have to do it again.

SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE! 🤬

🐱🐲: Actually, this was originally a letter to the Farrellian king, but since that's the case...

Many-Faced Monogat to the Welfernian Emperor Purian!

You, Purian, are a devil from Margel, a brother and comrade of a cursed devil, and the secretary of Rinz. What kind of emperor are you when you can't even kill a hedgehog with your bare ass? You're a devil, and your face is disgusting. You, son of a bitch, won't have undead under your command; we're not afraid of your army; we'll fight you with earth and water, and we'll curse your mother.

You're an Asugukh cook, a Tenebrian wheelwright, a Harran brewer, a Wakaman goat herder, a swineherd of Great and Little Calcite, an Asakhin pig, a Heless archer, a Zimivian executioner, a fool of all the world and the underworld, the grandson of the asp, and the hook of our dick. You're a pig face, a mare's ass, a butcher's dog, a Bezarseid forehead, and I'll fuck your mother.

This is how the Nephirians answered you, you ugly bastard. You won't even be able to herd pigs for the Farrellians. We're ending this because we don't know the numbers and don't have a calendar; the month is in the sky, the year is in the book, and the day is the same for us as it is for you; for this, kiss our ass!

Signed: Many-Faced Monogat with the entire army of Nephiria

⛓️♿: Historically accurate.
🐱🐲: Indeed.
🎪🏹: Excellent style, I like it. By the way, why are we sitting here in silence?
🐱🐲: What is there to comment on? It's all rather bland so far. Insho is routinely depriving people of frags, Genza is routinely providing exclusive content, Kamistella is routinely going crazy... I wish she would just become a Rinzite already; the popcorn is getting cold.
🎪🏹: No!!! Although, we're not in this game...
🐱🐲: Exactly. Well, we can make a joke about Erika's growth, but she's not that tall; Beata is even taller.
🎪🏹: You're just short, that's why everyone who is over 160 seems tall to you.
🐱🐲: Now, bend over and repeat that to my face.

—Really! And what was it about, if it's not a state secret, of course? It was a historical event, after all, and you were a witness. And if it's a secret, maybe you could at least tell me how you managed to avoid that miasma? — he pondered, a new thought forming in his mind. —The nineteenth monarch... That was so long ago...

- The 960th year, I think? It was so long ago that I can't be absolutely sure about my own memory. - The artist turned his gaze to his own painting and began to explain to his guest who was who in it. - This horned gentleman on the left is Sir Efil, a man... Hmm... An undead being completely devoid of a sense of humor, but it was precisely this trait that gave him a special charm and served as an endless source of various jokes. Next to him is Lady Stoiero; from what I heard, she was a tall, attractive woman in the past, but she abused male company too much, so her reputation wasn't the best. Standing next to her, embracing her, is Rush; even though everything below his waist has long since rotted, he was still a big fan of everything erotic. The gentleman in the magnificent robe is Lord Nemt, a rare bore and prude - he was always scolding everyone for their inappropriate behavior. To his right are the brothers Shok and Kar, a cheerful duo of pranksters, who were invincible in battle together... Presumably, I didn't have the opportunity to verify this. This one with her hand raised is Lady Gotaa, the king's daughter and the wife of Sir Tann. The king, by the way, is the one with the crown on his head, as befits him, and Sir Tann is the black knight. His full name is Tann Monargot; he was the strongest warrior in Nephiria, both in life and after he became a servant of Selena. She is also called Arseidia - the embodiment of the moon, if you don't already know. By the way, fate brought me together with him not only in Nephiria, but also in Calcite years later! According to him, he was looking for the apostles of Aconia. For what purpose - I don't know, but I do know that he wasn't very successful - it was not easy for him to travel through human cities in his condition. To his right, the one with his back to us, is Many-Faced Monogat. Yes, that's right, the very one who turned them all into undead when Abeas es Diesra Arual attacked them in the ninth century. Behind Sir Tann is Taun, a shy demon who was constantly secretly pursuing someone or other, which often got him into trouble. To his left is Lord Gromm, a well-known composer in Nephiria. - Deciding to demonstrate an example of one of the works of the aforementioned Nephirian to the listener, Aiz hummed the following motif. It took more than a minute... - So, do you like it? And between him and Sir Tann's wife, you can see Wilhelm - a very depressed warrior who suffered from the inability to drink alcohol. So, who else have we not mentioned? It seems that it's time to move on to those who are sitting at the table. On the left is General Chum, quite the merry fellow. It seems that he was the one who eliminated the squad of the famous Dragon Mellis and disfigured half of his face, but I don't know for sure how true that is. The one who doesn't have a lower jaw is Chadigma, a charming dancer, a favorite of women. Another horned one is Sir Rafmos, a very greedy knight. You would think that you're already undead, what could you possibly need in the afterlife? But no, he collected dozens of different sets of armor and all sorts of trinkets, mountains of gold, and much more. This stylish man who ended up between his horns is Sir Kell, a very serious man, a well-known sniper in the country - entire legions of Welfern soldiers fell from his crossbow bolts. Next to him is Lady Zelia, his wife; Sir Kell was taciturn, so she often spoke for him. On the right side of the table is Gogot, a strange fellow - he loved to laugh at everything, sometimes to the point of hysteria. And the letter is being written by Lord Lefram, a wonderful writer, poet, and playwright. - Aiz either forgot or decided not to say anything about the contents of the letter. - So, I think I haven't forgotten anyone? As for my methods, let's just say that I'm a bit of a heretic, so the miasma was kind to me.

That feeling when, before this post about our black knight on the artifact, I didn't even notice it.

The gentleman in the magnificent robe is Lord Nemt, a rare bore and hypocrite, who constantly scolded everyone for their inappropriate behavior.

Apparently, he didn't scold enough.

Too lazy to read, is it something about a black knight?

Too lazy to read, is it something about a black knight?

He is the strongest warrior of the undead state. For years, he has been searching for the apostles of Akonia. The undead state was seemingly defeated off-screen in the previous expansion... and the apostles were defeated in it as well, with our participation, but now the knight has come for our heroes in this expansion. Are we somehow connected to Akonia? The knight works for a certain Selena Arseidia, the embodiment of the moon.

they say he has a pretty good spellbook.

Okay, I lied. It actually says that the black knight's name is Raptilion. He died at work and was resurrected as undead. Being dead, he went back to work: beating up 18-year-olds. For extra measure, he bought some stylish armor and a sword.

Being dead, he went back to WORK.

I didn't think Revan could raise the level of brutality again after all the previous expansions, but he outdid himself once more.

- Come on, let's see what you're made of.
The old man didn't need to say anything or nod or blink or give any other signal – his subordinate already knew what needed to be done at that moment: he pulled the lever next to him, and the floor disappeared from under Genza's feet. After recovering from the fall, the guy finds himself in a room surrounded by three stone walls and a thick grate with a door in it. From above, where he just fell from, the face of the captor appears.
- Hurry up, - he tossed him a knife to cut the ropes, - your opponent doesn't adhere to any code of honor.
The opponent was probably a man of Calcite appearance, standing on the other side of the grate.

- This is one of the recent slave traders detained in Sugara... - The captor clicked his tongue again. - Unfortunately, the desert is not the most reliable way to deal with scoundrels, so sometimes you have to...
- Nemuyasu-dono. - The condemning voice of the female warrior made him close his mouth.

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Shrugging, Kamistella decides to finally get to the "Symphony of Happiness" store, which she hasn't been able to do for ages.

But how did they find out where she lives?

Looking at the city map, Insho decided that it would be good to visit Symphony of Happiness and buy something to cover the fine for the scar.

While walking to the store she needed, Insho got a little lost, so the journey took a little longer than expected, but in return, she manages to meet Kamistella. Now, both Lunarites are standing in front of the doors of "Symphony of Happiness," but a notice posted on them prevents them from entering – due to "technical reasons," it is closed today.

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"See, Professor, we met again. And much faster than expected..." - thought Erika.

Erika decided that she had already "practiced" with the Welfer sword, so she chose a talwar.

Unlike Sir Kira's lesson, the key element of Professor Pelenga's educational methodology was not practical combat, but theory, so the chance to gain combat experience here was unlikely. Nevertheless, this did not prevent Erika from starting to study the skill of wielding her chosen weapon, and also learning what awaits her in the next lectures.

Lecture 1: Talwar ✔️
Lecture 2: Skill of wearing combat gear ⌛
Lecture 3: Skill of wielding a shield ⌛
Lecture 4: Critical hits (Talwar) ⌛
Lecture 5: Mastery (Talwar) ⌛

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"This is a true art. No, a true mystery," Ushumgallu brushed his hair off his forehead, smiling faintly. "I'll have to repeat it."

- Come again, - the priestess smiled enticingly, gently stroking the guy's cheek, - the doors of the goddess of love's house will always be open to you, and I, Mgla, Arassa, or Lidia will be happy to have your company.

Erica thought that she hadn't indulged in her favorite pastime – reading books – for quite some time. So, after the lecture, she went to the library.