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When Asmidul returned home, the sensor started working at full capacity again.

If I double it, do I need to pull it further? If not, I'll just double it.

Yes, one more is needed, but no more than that.

- Has anyone described what it looks like?

Then stop.

Before she could leave with Erika, the same guard who had allowed her to use the kitchen spoke.
- It was very delicious, thank you. Your husband and children are in very good hands, heh. - He smiled sincerely. - If they exist, of course, and if not, they will definitely appear in the future, I'm sure of it. By the way, would you share the recipe?

- I'm glad you enjoyed it. Bon appétit.
- Husband? Children? No, right now all my thoughts are about studying and serving in the guild. The rest will come later... - Erika replied with a smile, not showing any sign of her "inner state".
- The recipe? No, that's my secret. Let it remain for my "future husband and children"...
- Excuse me, I have a lot to do... - she replied and, according to her plan, went on her way.

"Well, in that case, there aren't many versions left."
Asmidul stops in the hallway where the attack took place, and then slowly walks through the remaining rooms, from corner to corner of the hut, trying to detect even the slightest fluctuation in the device, measured in nanometers.

Coming to her senses, the casino employee returned Ushumgall's 5 chips.

Ushumgall: Sweetheart, who did you think you were trying to rip off? 500 gems for emotional distress, or maybe we can come to some other agreement?:D

- But did anyone tell you what it looks like?

- People tell different stories. Some say it's just a shadow with a human silhouette, others say it's like an exotic warrior with a sword like yours, and still others say it was the executioner of Kingalud who used to behead slaves. There are many other versions.

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"Well, in that case, there aren't many versions left."
Asmidul stops in the hallway where the attack took place, and then slowly walks through the other rooms, from corner to corner of the hut, trying to detect even the slightest fluctuation in the device by a nanometer.

Through trial and error, Asmidul discovers that the center of the reaction was his own bedroom, but he cannot determine anything more specific than that.

the developer hired a black knight to terrorize everyone who was given free housing 😨

Overseas – that’s not our kind of customer, and he didn’t go through the walls. Although, who knows? Maybe he’s an international criminal and changes his appearance depending on the task. And he didn’t need to go through the store’s wall anyway. And sometimes people like to embellish things…
Deciding to think about it later, Genza:
- And what stories they come up with. Maybe it will turn out later that it’s some kind of unexplored “scientific phenomenon.” I’ve seen people who try to explain everything with blind faith in science, - his hand finally grabs the menu. - Let’s have a whiskey and ramen. Has your friend ever treated you to those? He’s a big guy, dressed to the nines.

Go next.

- What are your questions?
- If it's not a discount questionnaire, then why not, - replied Ferrus. - If it really will only take a minute.

- Too bad, that's exactly what I wanted to know. So, tell me, who is your favorite and least favorite person in the country?

– Keep in mind that if any of our participants die – you, my friend, will be the one responsible, – Kamistella remarked, – and the probability of such an outcome on the planet Anush, which is full of goodness and opportunities, is never zero. It would be a shame to accidentally turn such a fun event into a dance of blood and dismemberment. But let's not dwell on the negative! The Scrymes are ready for the hunt, aren't they? Just look at them! They are eager to win!

Ah, peaceful life is wonderful. It's a pity that somewhere in the west, legions of the undead have completely different plans.

Through trial and error, Asmidul discovers that the center of the reaction was his own bedroom, but he cannot determine anything more specific.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the frail student stretches his tired legs and thinks deeply. How good it is that he didn't take the amulet the day before – if he had instinctively hit the morning guard with it, that would have been a story. He should have thought about it sooner and realized that the device doesn't react to cursed people; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to use it himself. It would be good to test this theory on specific items in his inventory, but the likelihood that the black knight had dropped his helmet or sword somewhere seemed not very real.
But why specifically the bedroom? Does the villain take over the bodies of his victims at night? He committed his deed without even reaching home, and before that, he was wandering around the country. Even if the curse only entered its second stage recently, this doesn't explain the whole picture.

Just in case, he moves the pillows, looks under the mattress, and opens all the cabinets – not really hoping to find anything – and Asmidul goes to the university again. However, he doesn't enter the building itself, so as not to disturb the nameless ones; he only needs the readings of the device during his usual walk to the place and at the entrance to the hall of knowledge.