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And so he arrives. To Asmidul's delight or disappointment, he doesn't find him there, only the owner.

—I don't actually smoke, but... —he hesitates for a moment, then takes the cigarette. —But maybe it really does help. I'm Asmidul. Your biography is there, right?

- Ha-ha, and don't worry about the harm to your health. The point is not that tobacco is harmful; it's our bodies that are to blame for being damaged by it.

Trains to Shinu run every day at 11 am. Maybe I can manage to do some super-fast errands.

-- Greetings, Master Naoya! I said I would come to learn, and I came, -- Ushumgallu didn't really attach much importance to promises, but a year in the company of Kira still sometimes made itself felt. -- And there was something about discounts and fetishes.
Only now did the calcite realize that he had never thought about this question. His position in general was expressed by a well-known saying -- "I love the thin -- <> any," with the only difference being that he didn't particularly like those who were too skinny. He urgently needed to come up with something.

—It's probably really good if you've gained a lot of experience in life and have something to tell. But I... —unaccustomed to smoking, the guy coughed. —..I don't really have much to tell. It's okay for making notes, so I don't forget anything in the future. But thoughts... Every time I think about sitting down to write in a diary, I ask myself: isn't this self-deception? You invent a fictitious importance and a legacy that will remain after you. But in reality, my writings will serve as fuel for the stove, if not as toilet paper. And deservedly so.

- Good afternoon. I'm a journalist, and I'm going around and interviewing people about the situation related to the upcoming war, - Ferus explained. - I would like to know the opinions of representatives of different social groups, including the artisans of the city, which you are. And also, perhaps, buy something. I've never been to your place before. Although I've only been in the city a couple of times, so it's not surprising.

- Words are both truth and falsehood, and their significance is determined primarily by the author's prestige, and only then by the content. The words of an ordinary person, no matter how wise they may be, will be ignored. The words of a prominent person, no matter how foolish or banal they may be, will be heeded. Therefore, I believe that all of this is irrelevant. Write for yourself. About what interests you. About what concerns you. About what saddens you. About what is happening to you. Just express what is in your heart. Your thoughts, dreams, and experiences are your treasure, which no one can ever take away from you. The king's hand cannot reach it, the assassin's sword cannot touch it, and the gods cannot defile it. What is your inner world like? Perhaps it is melancholic mountains shrouded in a snowstorm? A green field full of flowers in the light of a warm sun? A calm, endless ocean? A raging sea that calls you to embark on a daring adventure? Whatever it may be, it belongs only to you and is as valuable as you value it.

- This is not a simple question. I am a foreigner, are you sure that my opinion is valuable to you?

—...How much do I value it myself... —Asmidul pondered, rubbing his reddened eyes, unsure if it was from the merchant's enthusiastic speech or cigarette smoke. —Yes, creative people have a way of making their words inspiring! But I understand the essence. If you lose faith in yourself, you'll lose your way on the path to achieving your goals. —He puffed, experiencing a new physical and mental sensation, and glanced at the fading winter sunlight. —...And tell me, Naoya. If some scoundrel suddenly decided to ruin your life for no reason. Just because they enjoy oppressing the weak and helpless. So much so that you can't escape or get support, and you don't even have the strength to fight on equal terms. What would you do then?

-- Hmm... -- Ushumgallu flips through a book in search of inspiration. -- Only three entries, that's strange. I know an Erika, but it definitely isn't her. Definitely not. Okay... Maybe you should know better how to phrase this, I'm not one of the highly spiritual or particularly smart ones. I'm always especially drawn to a woman's neck, especially when it's so slender that you can wrap your hand around it, or, let's say...
"With one blow... Say it, come on! Wouldn't you like to see such a slender, delicate neck, where countless vessels, fragile bones, and a throat from which such a gentle voice usually emanates, cut in half by a blade and revealing what is hidden?!"
Ushumgallu shook his thick mane of black hair, dispelling the unwanted voice. It's just a completely random idea, I hadn't thought of anything like that before, right? Right?
"Quickly, say something... Decent."
-- And I like semi-transparent garments. That reveal almost everything, but not quite. Like some of the priestesses of Nanaia. How should I write this down?

- As far as I remember, the assignment mentioned the inhabitants of the country, not the citizens, so I think yes, it has value," the Sugarian replied confidently.

An enemy like the one coming from the west is a threat to everyone, and the sooner it is subdued, the better it will be for everyone.