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Ushumgallu approvingly clicked his tongue upon seeing the saleswoman, but the goods were still more interesting.
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Bento
-- Glory to the king-father! Not a single Asuguh will go hungry. Of course, I won't refuse such generosity.
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Skillfully made talwar
Ushumgallu weighed the talwar in his hand. Good... The sharpening and balance are much more pleasing than what he received in the "Chertog." But still, not enough to give up his already familiar "Tevta."
-- Not a bad toy, but no.
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Skillfully made spear
-- Also a glorious thing, if only I knew how to use a spear.
It would be useful in a battle against Gonor or other fans of answering blow for blow. I should think about practicing with a spear sometime.
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Asuguh shield
-- Ha... If I had known, I would never have bought this parma. I'll take it.
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Asuguh gloves
-- I'll take them.
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-- And this.
The next stop is "Tales."
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Linshi carefully reviewed the fresh answers and nodded approvingly. - Thank you, Asmidul, you scored four points, considering my past experience, this is a pleasant surprise, so I really hope for our continued cooperation. The thing is, I'm trying to track down this very Black Knight in the hope of understanding what he is and bringing him to justice for the crimes he has committed. And as far as I understand from the current circumstances, you are one of his many victims. One of my acquaintances was killed by him right in front of my eyes, but I was lucky enough to get this pendant, and it, in turn, will help us learn more about our criminal. But this task will require visiting many places in this country, so it may take a lot of time. I hope you are ready for this. And by the way, taking this opportunity, please forgive me for my manner of speaking. I know that it irritates or even infuriates many people, but I can't help it; I've been talking like this since childhood.
—It's okay, but wait a minute, let's take it one step at a time. —Having politely listened to the end of the foreigner's speech, Asmidul took a blank form and writing implements from his bag. —You didn't even ask about my story. This acquaintance of yours... I'm very sorry, but was he really killed? Not just "as if it seemed so"?
Kamistella led Faineant to his room. It was not particularly far from the mistress's chambers, but on the opposite side from the servants' quarters.
"Good night, my friend!" she said, bidding farewell to the artist, and headed to her own room.
The long-awaited hour of rest! Kamistella licked her lips, closed the door, and gazed longingly at her new roommate: a wooden horse.
"Ah, my sweet little horse... Now I'm going to ride you!"
Clothes belong on the floor, and a woman belongs on a horse. When Kamistella gets tired of riding, she will only have enough strength to crawl to the bed and quickly fall asleep.
Somewhere on the first floor, the servants were, as usual, figuring out who was in charge of this mansion. On the second floor, Faineant was probably strangling a snake. Somewhere nearby, Kamistella was riding her horse. In the end, everyone fell asleep and slept until morning.
A typical night for the mansion, once belonging to Kimchille Pesheng.
—It's alright, but just wait a moment, let's go through this step by step. —After politely listening to the foreigner's speech to the end, Asmidul took a blank sheet and writing utensils from his bag. —You didn't even bother to learn my story. This acquaintance of yours... I'm very sorry, but is he really dead? Not just "as if in a dream"?
—The day after the knight cut him in half, I went to the guard, but soon they considered me insane because my acquaintance was actually alive and well, although he retained memories of what happened. However, after some time, he split into two parts again in broad daylight, but this time there was no knight nearby, as if the night when he was killed had only caught up with him after some time, like a curse with a delayed effect or something like that.
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—But I didn't have time to do everything that was required... I need to go everywhere.
The morning in Camestella (after completing her daily routine) began with a visit from one of the servants.
- My lady, forgive me... There's something I need to tell you...
- What "lack of speed" are you talking about? I don't know what your leader didn't like about what my friend said that she kicked both of us out without letting me visit the other places. But I had absolutely nothing to do with it.
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