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"Well, well, look who showed up where he wasn't expected. Seems like he's caused trouble for many." – putting aside important matters, Genza rushes to the designated community. Maybe he'll find some clue there.

—What, just like that!—and during a war council?—asked a school-aged boy with undisguised curiosity.
—In our lives, all important events happen unexpectedly,” one of those trembling, hoarse voices replied, as if a single uttered word stole a significant portion of one's vital energy. —I barely managed to stuff a chocolate bar in my pocket, and suddenly I was marching to the hall with a Black Knight.
—Wow!—the little boy spun around the rocking chair even more excitedly. —But I don't understand... Are there many different types of these knights? And where do they come from? And why are they always so silent and intimidating?
—It's so that every enemy immediately understands: you're not facing a person, but a natural disaster,” the storyteller raised a gnarled finger. —Although, I must admit, there are no fewer people who want to move to another world because of them.
—So, what happened next?
—And then the king sent me away—well, I huddled in a corner, neither alive nor dead; I stood there, afraid to breathe, just admiring the ceiling. Then the fear passed, and I even noticed something useful for myself.
—And were all the cool guys gathered there? Grandpa, don't fall asleep!
The boy's nudge in the side almost killed the frail old man.
—...Ah, what? Oh yes, I see: endless rows of undead are marching.
—Where are they marching?—the boy didn't understand.
—Straight towards us! Neither walls nor water matter to them; it's just a swarm of black bones. And among them are our own—from the capital—here and there...
—Don't rush the events, grandpa! You were talking about the meeting.
—Right? ...Well, all the important figures were there, of course. My mentor, I don't remember if we exchanged glances. And I felt so proud of our erudite assignment! I immediately wanted to start researching the contagious undead. They're not wrong when they say that progress is equally triumphant in both peacetime and wartime.
—And what about the king?
—Our father had already calculated everything in advance. If I could think as quickly, maybe I could afford to play cards! Ah, the gifted deck is still gathering dust in my closet. Do you play "Thousand" anymore?
—Grandpa, no one plays that old stuff anymore,” the boy grimaced. —There aren't even any legendary heroes dropping from chests. So, what happened then?...


This dialogue could have been a great ending to the epilogue, but with a show of willpower, the young scholar pushed his imagination to the back of his mind.

This exchange of instructions and agreement to fulfill them continued for some time, after which there was a short break, during which Asmidul managed to exchange a few words with the monarch again.
—This is what happens behind closed doors at state meetings,” he explained the obvious, handing the boy the deck of cards they had been playing with earlier. —I won't forget about the two outstanding answers. And you can practice playing better in the meantime—even if it's not good advice to give to someone who has already lost twice. And read a book sometime, I highly recommend it.

—As if I could have imagined it that way, but in reality, it's completely different,” Asmidul commented on the meeting, trying to keep his voice calm. —I just wanted to ask... Do the undead have any flying devices? So that our land and water defenses don't falter on the aerial front.

Taking the deck, he perked up slightly.
—Thank you for the gifts, the advice, and for your hospitality in general. ...Then I'll take you at your word! So that we can discuss the game we just finished, and many new ones in the future!

- Himal, guardian of Sizka. I don't think there's any reason to worry – our kingdom will never give up the lands that its subjects have cared for from generation to generation!

- Yes, I think many people have the same initial thoughts, - replied Ferrus, writing down the words. - Well, thank you for your help. Have a good day.
going to university

The community of theologians was located on the top floor of the Siske University, so before reaching them, Ghenze had to deal with the local receptionist. At the same time, Ferrus also arrives (players can also be questioned for the quest).

– I hope that one day I will be able to afford this wonderful volume, – Camistella nodded, – and these amazing courses in truly useful arts... do you conduct them yourself?

- A man teaches about inventory expansion, the art of binding, and demonstrating the results of body care, and we tell and show about the rest together; for the best result, I recommend coming in pairs.

Taking the deck, he perked up slightly.
—Thank you for the gifts, advice, and hospitality in general... Then I'll take you at your word! To make up for our unfinished game, I'll answer your questions, and many more in the future, here!

- For now, separating from my physical form is not in my plans, so we will definitely see each other again.

After some time, Asmidul finds himself outside the palace. For now, he has no instructions from the head of his guild, so he can spend time satisfying his own interests.

The only man with whom Camistella communicated frequently was Phainant. And his snake always slept in his pants. The only woman with whom Camistella met without a bouquet of formalities and outside of lavish receptions was Erika. And she didn't go very far from Phainant. What kind of life is this! Where can one find that wonderful couple?!

– A mushroom, I suppose, doesn't count as a partner in this situation. There is something to think about here,” Camistella said sadly, shaking her head. “Let's be good friends! All the best to you and your spouse! I will visit you again if I have the opportunity.

After saying goodbye to the friendly hostess, Camistella went outside, where Erika was already waiting for her.

– I just remembered... have you checked the bulletin board yet? In light of recent events, something interesting might have appeared there,” the Lunarian caught the ancient expeditionary storyline call.

The irony was that Camistella had never told Erika about the black knight's attack, and she probably didn't even suspect about her personal acquaintance with the culprit behind the archmage's disappearance

🐱🐲: Astral, cast a growth spell on Nebosa. Maybe the mushroom will grow into a buffed-up Skraem, 2 meters 30 centimeters tall, just like in Warhammer.
⛓️♿: Will its intelligence also be like in Warhammer?
🐱🐲: Yes.
🎪🏹: This world is missing us and Guioshe. We are the perfect couple. And we know a thing or two about intimate pleasures.
⛓️♿: If you listen to someone like Kamistella, it's not perfect. I'm not a two-meter-tall buff guy, and you're three centimeters taller than me and have the same shoulder width as I do.
🎪🏹: Pfft, who would listen to Kamistella? If you listen to her, you might as well not wear underwear. The main thing is that we feel good together, and everything else is just details.
⛓️♿: I completely agree, but you know me, I'm a bit of a nag. Besides, I wouldn't train here. I'd prefer to be alone with you, without any witnesses =_=
🎪🏹: That's a shame. That's why Purian is so unpleasant, and we didn't have that in Margel.
🐱🐲: Don't worry, it will be shut down here too.
⛓️♿: Why are there only two extremes – either debauchery and pornography, or forcing everyone to wear a burqa? Why can't we choose something in between or just stop somewhere in the middle of these two extremes?
🐱🐲: We can't understand Revnya with our minds,
We can't measure it with experience,
They have a special nature,
And in Rinze, we can only believe.

Allowing his gaze to travel for a couple of seconds from the base to the tip of one of the fluttering "tails" in the wind, they were so captivating that the "student" thinks he might have been wrong not to pursue higher education, and lectures on the rights of scrims are not such a high price to pay.
- Hello! - he responds with a smile to the smile on the artwork. - I need to find Linshi. It's somewhere around here, right? Theology.

- Hello!... Or should I say good day? - The northern woman tilted her head thoughtfully. - Southern men sometimes look older than they actually are, and I still can't get used to it. The theologians are upstairs; they have the entire top floor, but first, I need to write down your name... Or is it your name? - She thought deeply again, and then continued on a completely different topic. - Quote of the day! "One should always marry as we die, that is, only when it is impossible otherwise."

Added 13 minutes later
- Hmm?... Hmmmm? Isn't that Cum & Stella! - While the wealthy sorceress-model was waiting for a response from her shy friend, a man passing by started talking to her, and it turned out to be an artist she knew well. - I never believed in fate, but from today on, I will! In this city, there are billions, no, trillions of people, and somehow, we still ended up in the same place at this very moment! Despite what he said, there were actually significantly fewer residents and visitors in the capital.

- Phew! "To know being is to know oblivion." Whether I refuted or agreed is up to the perception of the listener," - this northern woman certainly wasn't "part of the group" of the one who sold figurines, but there was a certain resemblance, and this difference pleasantly affected my senses, making me want to go and see everything that this northern region has to offer. - I've noticed that some people get self-conscious when their age seems higher in the eyes of others, but in my opinion, it's a compliment, meaning they've survived in our world and have a wealth of experience behind them," he waved his hand. - But let's be on a first-name basis; it's easier, and frankly, I'm not quite at the "you" stage yet. My name is Genza. And what name should I write down in my memory? - he winks. - Just in case I decide to keep our famous Asugukh diary someday.

- Prunella Snejnyi Les. Prunella Snejnyi Les. - Prunella Snejnyi Les pronounced her longer-than-average name syllable by syllable so that the young man could easily remember it. - In the local language, it means Prunella Snowy Forest. But there is neither snow nor forests here, what an irony! And you, Genza, are doing well, you know how to start and maintain a conversation. - For some reason, she still addressed him formally. - Okay, I've got it. See the stairs? Go up them to the very top.

- So, now we have them too – another marvel from Shiri, no doubt.
Carefully noting the name in his memory, the theologian walks to the staircase:
- Thank you. I'll be right back, - and quickly climbs it.

On the top floor of the university, there were many rooms allocated for various purposes, but finding Linshi was not difficult – her name was on the list at the entrance to the room with the sign "Room for guests from abroad." Apparently, this room was intended for unique research and the specific needs of those who were in Asuguh only temporarily.

Right now, only one woman was here. For a moment, it might have seemed that she was lying on a tree branch, but in reality, it was just an ordinary armchair.

While the otherworldly opponent was so startled that he almost soiled himself, letting out a cry of "Mommy, I don't want to die!", Camistella, without a doubt, recognized the unexpected person by his voice and wasn't scared at all. "A thousand scrymes, Phainant!" exclaimed the lunar elf joyfully. "Even you were pulled out of Enlil by the recent events. By the way, about the 'cum'... I don't know if it's true or not, but my adoptive father claimed that the name is in honor of some spirits from the islands. Erika, this is Mr. Phainant, a famous artist from Enlil," Camistella introduced her old acquaintance. "Phainant, this is Erika, a talented and modest sorceress from the Guild of Wonders." Erika had probably heard of Phainant before. Camistella often spoke of this interesting person in a positive light.

After some time, Asmidul finds himself outside the palace. For now, he hasn't received any instructions from the head of his guild, so he can spend time pursuing his own interests.

"If the mentor is here, then she's not in Onkai," Asmidul concluded, surveying his surroundings. Time continued to pass, but the paranoid feeling of irretrievably lost daylight hours seemed to recede, at least for a moment.

Deciding to finish his business in the capital first, the scholar sets out to find Professor Peleng, probably at his alma mater.

While the otherworldly opponent was so startled that he almost soiled himself, exclaiming, "Mommy, I don't want to die!", Camistella undoubtedly recognized the unexpected person by his voice and wasn't scared at all.

"A thousand scrymes, Phainant!" the Lunarian exclaimed happily. "Even you were pulled out of Enlil by the recent events. By the way, about 'cum'... I don't know if it's true or not, but my adoptive father claimed that the name is in honor of some spirits from the islands. Erika, this is Mr. Phainant, a famous artist from Enlil," Camistella introduced the old acquaintance. "Phainant, this is Erika, a talented and modest sorceress from the Guild of Wonders."

Erika had probably heard of Phainant before. Camistella often spoke of this interesting person in a positive light.

- What recent events are you talking about? Ah... something about Tung and the undead. I'm not interested in masks or necrophilia, so I don't follow news relevant to these hobbies. - The artist was as interested in Erika as he was in dust particles floating by, so he didn't give her anything more than a cursory glance. - Islands are good... I'm in the capital on other business; I recently returned from Farellia, where there was an art exhibition on the theme of divinity, and I needed to create something for it, so I reminisced about various goddesses and asked my close friend, the one below my waist, who he liked the most, and he said Arselia. Do you remember her? You have a statue of her at home, or at least you used to; who knows, maybe you've already thrown it away or smashed it with a sledgehammer in a fit of strong emotion. Anyway, I painted her, and then, after the exhibition ended, some guy approached me, calling himself a servant of the Arselian Church, and offered to buy the painting from me. I told him, "Okay, I'll sell it for one hundred thousand," expecting to hear some mockery or angry comment in response, but instead... a couple of hours later, I was standing there, not understanding what was happening, with one hand shaking this man's hand and the other holding a bag of coins.