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- It's a pity, that's exactly what I wanted to know. So, tell me, who is your favorite and least favorite person in the country?
- Black Knight, because he goes around and kicks everyone's ass. Scumbag - Well, for that, you need to know all the people, at least. Although, if you help me with my survey, then for some time you will become my favorite person in the country, - Ferus smiled.
– 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 Anuzish, 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 to hunt, aren't they? Just look at them! They are eager to win!
– I'm saying that the point of the Labyrinth of Fate, apart from my event, is that those who meet at the end of the labyrinth will become husband and wife, so if you participated, you would have a chance to marry one of these two, and then the dress from Symphony would come in handy. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing is up to you.
– What a horror! I wouldn't want to become Mrs. Goods' wife! – Camistella clutched her heart. – Don't scare me like that, my friend!
– It doesn't work that way... Alright, let's get started, otherwise, if we wait for everyone to gather their courage, we'll never finish.
Thanks to the efforts of the now-wealthy artist, individual rooms of the labyrinth were equipped with magical mirrors that transmitted what was reflected in them to the surface of another mirror located where Phainant and Camistella were. This way, they could observe what was happening without putting themselves at risk, or even without getting up from the couch.
Four ladies entered the labyrinth first, followed by two Scrymes. For the most part, the participants spent their time moving from one room to another, and the two groups hardly interacted with each other, as the rooms in the labyrinth tended to move in a chaotic order, making it impossible to plan a specific route in advance. However, the unfortunate ladies could not stay in the group until the very end, as the labyrinth constantly presented them with various surprises and traps. Both Scrymes were in a similar situation, but their coordinated work and superior physical characteristics allowed them to navigate the confusing space better.
The first victim was the housewife. The woman was not used to such outings and did not have the endurance or mental fortitude to withstand such harsh conditions, as she perceived them. After chasing her, Bibis and Bivis made the housewife rethink all the choices she had made throughout her past, and it is unlikely that her life will be the same as before. However, things went worse for the guys later on; first, Bivis got hit with a frying pan by the director's wife, and the librarian shielded herself with a magical wall from Bibis, and then they came across Lydia. To deal with the "flesh-eating" priestess of Nanaia, the Scrymes needed too much time, enough for the Lunarian and Enlilite to escape the labyrinth unscathed.
The guard no longer detains Erica, and she safely reaches her destination. Judging by the absence of shouts behind her, Poisonous Jack wasn't there.
In the Temple of Z'hushixizidzi, everything was as usual. Brazer and his nameless companions were trying to commercialize their activities based on the recommendations they received a little over six months ago from a business and economics expert, but these endeavors did not lead to any successes. Most people, including potential artists and sculptors, were wary of such a suspicious organization. Nevertheless, the followers of Z'hushixizidzi did not despair, because all they wanted in this life – to drown and go to the seabed – was still ahead, so they could live peacefully, waiting for something good.
- Sister Erica... - The familiar smell of dampness greeted Erica. - Welcome.
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- Well, for that, you need to know all the people, at least. Although, if you help me with my survey, then for some time you will become my favorite person in the country," Ferus smiled.
- Okay. My opinion is this: I don't really care. There's no point in worrying about the future in vain; the main thing is to complete all the necessary preparations in a timely manner.
But their conviction is precisely what prevents them from drowning... This is quite something; I don't think any writer has ever come up with such a tragic situation. 👏
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Just in case, he shifted the pillows, looked under the mattress, and opened all the cabinets – although he didn’t really expect to find anything. Asmidul headed back to the university. However, he didn’t go inside the building, so as not to disturb the nameless ones; he only needed the readings from the device during his usual route to the place and at the entrance to the hall of knowledge.
The further Asmidul moved away from home, the weaker the sensor’s reaction became. This meant that there were no traces of the Knight in the university or among the community of theologians.
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