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"You must find out about him! And about his daughter. Why wasn't she mentioned in the book about Felicia?!" – he felt this voice pounding in his temples, and at that moment, no one could convince the Calcite that it was just his pulse. "Regardless, the most versatile solution is to find a personal vulnerability; for example, taking a person dear to this opponent hostage – sometimes, pounding with units on the battlefield is not the most optimal solution." – the wisdom of the best of his university professors surfaced from the depths of his memory, and Ushumgallu mentally thanked Reik Aizett for this small step towards the goal.
– It was about Yedanak, it definitely was in the previous librarian's collection! I must find it. And has anything been written about his daughter yet?
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Tomorrow, we are 100% going to Calcite; the Storm has also begun.
To avoid delays, should I play out the trip to Faris off-screen? The statuette and diary need to be left at home.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- I don't even know, but the latter seems more useful, - Ferus pondered. - To be honest, I'm busy right now, but when I have some free time, I'll definitely come back and read it. After thanking the employee, the Sugarean went on. To the artisans' guild.
He arrives there. As before, the guild master was not present, and an NPC without a portrait was in charge.
Kamistella processed the information she had received for a while.
“The Black Knight… he is undead, his eyes are red… and it was about a year ago that we began to realize the threat of an invasion from the west. I’m afraid that all of this is nothing more than a cunning plan of the Haranian Empire. He can’t be alone. The Black Knight surely has hundreds, even thousands of Sorceresses behind him, not to mention the risen dead. And he himself is stronger than anyone in Asugah. This is war. I’m afraid we only have two options, and a solo victory over the Black Knight is not one of them. We can be helped either by the power of gods like Akonia or Arselia, or… by the Necromancers of the Haranian Empire, who are probably behind all of this. Both paths are questionable. The Necromancers cannot be trusted, and purification with divine help may kill us, given the nature of our curse. After all, you also gained dark powers after meeting the Black Knight, didn’t you?”
The Lunarian fell silent and suddenly suggested something unexpected.
“Maybe there is something important in your letter? You never know.”
Hope dies last.
- There was something about Edanak, I'm sure of it! It must be somewhere, I'll have to look. And have they written anything about his daughter yet?
- Okay, I'll try to look for it. - After spending a considerable amount of time searching, Milakha returns empty-handed. - No luck. If it existed, we'll have to wait for the head librarian to return; she knows where everything is. As for the daughter... I saw her photo in one of the reference books, but I doubt it would be of interest to such a literature enthusiast.
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To avoid delaying things, should I skip over the trip to Faris? The statuette and diary need to be left at home.
If Ushumgall hadn’t taken some time to relax and unwind with the green-haired girl, he really would have strangled that useless girl.
-- Hey, I actually appreciate art too. I wouldn’t mind taking a look.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
If Ushumgall hadn't taken a good break for his soul during a sadomasochistic session with the green-haired woman, he really would have strangled this clueless girl. -- Hey, I actually appreciate art too. I wouldn't mind taking a look.
- Aren't photographs art? - She brings a reference book and opens it to the page "Felicia II Lungwort, Barsina 1000". - Here.
-- Well, if it's not art, then it has no place in a library, right? -- Ushumgallu reaches out with a grasping paw towards the reference book. -- It offends this place with its very presence...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
If Ushumgall hadn't had a good time relaxing his soul during a sadomasochistic session with the green-haired girl, he really would have strangled that clueless girl.
No problem. Find Asmidul, and the matter will be resolved...:D
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
He arrives there. As before, there was no chapter head, and an NPC without a portrait was in charge of the affairs.
- Good day. If you're not busy, could you help me and share your thoughts about the upcoming war? I'm conducting a survey of residents on behalf of my guild.
Camistella processed the information she had received for a while.
“The Black Knight… he is undead, his eyes are red… and it was about a year ago that we began to realize the threat of an invasion from the west. I fear that all of this is nothing more than a cunning plan by the Haranian Empire. He cannot be alone. The Black Knight must have hundreds, even thousands, of sorcerers behind him, not to mention the risen dead. And he himself is stronger than anyone in Asuguh. This is war. I fear that we have only two paths, and a solo victory over the Black Knight is not one of them. We can only be helped by the power of gods like Akonia or Arselia, or… by the Necromancers of the Haranian Empire, who are probably behind all of this. Both paths are questionable. The Necromancers cannot be trusted, and purification with divine help could kill us, given the nature of our curse. After your encounter with the Black Knight, you also developed dark powers, didn't you?
The Lunarian fell silent and suddenly suggested something unexpected.
“Maybe there is something important in your letter? You never know.
Hope dies last.”
—Perhaps something has appeared. But I preferred not to delve into the darkest corners of my soul. As for the knight… I was told that he is from the Neferian undead. Hmm, that’s north of the sea. And they don’t particularly like the Haranians either. —“You can’t lump all undead together!” —Although, for us living people, there is not much difference. And yes, I also thought about visiting priests and churches, but I am afraid of being misunderstood. —He shrugs guiltily. —A person far from faith, with this amulet on display in a holy place… I’m afraid of getting the wrong reaction. Perhaps you will have more luck with that.
“And the letter?… I think it’s an advertisement for a parking space, but if you think so…”—He unfolds the envelope and glances at the contents.
-- Well, if it's not art, then he has no business being in the library, right? -- Ushumgallu reaches for the reference book with a greedy paw. -- He offends this place with his very presence...
- Nothing can be done, - Milakha takes a step back, - it's the library's property.
Added 2 minutes ago Happy Life
Genza places one blue chip on 25-36, 13-14-16-17, and on double 4-5-6 + 7-8-9; then intently watches the spinning wheel.
34 Genza keeps 1 chip, loses 2, and wins 2.
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- Good day. If you're not busy, could you help me and share your thoughts regarding the impending war? I'm conducting a survey of residents on behalf of my guild.
- There's no point in sharing them, and there's no point in THINKING about it; you need to stop doing that and get to WORK. THOUGHTS haven't saved anyone from trouble, especially from an enemy, but LABOR will never fail you. Therefore, I recommend that you stop doing these surveys and pick up a pickaxe, hammer, axe, or something else and get to work; at worst, you can take up a sword.
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