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—Ah, it would have been better if no one attacked us at all... —Asmidul grumbled, recalling the non-Nephilian artist. —Well, congratulations! ...But what kind of activists are these?

"Hmm... Do I really have to come to your place, Mr. 'morality activist'? Don't you have any kind of 'headquarters'?" —Erika thought.

—Thank you," she replied, and continued on her way to the Temple of Nanaia.

If this time it works out normally, she "searches for magic" but doesn't go inside.

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Where are the lists of "private locations" stored now?

The Temple of Nanaya emanated divine energy.

- "If you don't want to be attacked, attack first" - an ancient Calcitean proverb. - The professor smiled. - They don't have an official name, but they are definitely followers of Purianism.

Pray to Anush
Ask the Goddess for help, and who knows, maybe she will hear the call of your soul?

Succumb to oblivion.Acknowledge the meaninglessness of continuing your further existence and end it with the hands of a holy sister.

Oh yeah, there was supposed to be a concert too, I forgot about it after a week... can I at least retroactively participate, or partially? Since it's in the evening, and I left at night.

- Aiya... Aiya... Aiya-ya... - Genza thought hard, rummaging through his memory for any clues from his past wanderings, things that might have seemed insignificant to him at the time.
He thought about them for a while, but at some point he lost the thread, staring at the detective's luxurious mane. After spending a little more time on it than might be considered polite, he pulled himself together:
- No, I would definitely remember that, I have a photographic memory for... some people. Did it just vanish? Recently? In terms of "someone suspicious"... - he grimaced skeptically, remembering today. - Although that's unlikely to help, it was last year, and not here, but nearby. And you won't believe me anyway, and it won't lead anywhere. Most likely, it's all trivial, and some Calcite creatures were involved. Or she got lost. Or something family-related... But I'll keep it in mind. Is there a way to contact you if I come across anything?

free self-harm, a great deal

"Well... How 'divine' is everything here..." - thought Erika, after which she went to the Temple of Nammu Ai. She also had no intention of going inside and limited herself to "inspecting" it.

- Zimivian proverbs appeal to me more. - the student also smirked. - So, Purianists? I didn't go into the question, but I think that the inhabitants should have more important thoughts now than political disagreements. In the form of a zombie, everyone will be equal. - reaching for a box, he also offers the professor candies. - Tungusian. Please, have some. And take some for the children.

Returning to the main topic, he shook his head guiltily: - I'm glad to hear that the invitation to the expedition is still valid! Please excuse me, I was planning to go before, I even started learning the language. - in confirmation of these words, he nods towards his anti-sand outfit. - But the year passed too quickly... And how do you manage to combine excavations with teaching?

- If there is some scoundrel in this business who deprives relatives, friends, and all of Asuguh of beautiful foreign women with large breasts, green eyes, and long golden hair, then he does not deserve to breathe the same air as me, - Genza declares in a low voice with deadly seriousness and restrained anger, staring at her eyes for a few seconds. Dismissing the vague feeling he got from this action, he snaps his fingers and straightens up. - Golden and dark. Okay, so it's the administration. I'll keep that in mind, although in my experience, there are usually more detached bureaucrats there than people working on the ground. Okay, if that's all, then I'm leaving, I've been here for an hour.
Looking around, he points his finger somewhere in a random place in the middle of the darkness:
- Am I going the right way?