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Camistella pondered.
“The Northern kingdom of the undead was destroyed by the victorious warriors of great Akonia,” the Lunarite revealed her religious views, “left alone, this knight could easily join others like him, if only out of boredom. On the other hand... how is it even possible that he seems to kill us, and then the fact of death is reversed? I used to believe in salvation through the power of a time-bending miracle worker, but now I realize that it wasn't her. Are we sure about the inevitable madness? I may be wrong, but... this amulet, wasn't it present in all the known cases you're aware of?
The Black Knight couldn't have lost his item... lost it in a difficult battle with a young man who is not even twenty years old.
“As for the madness... that's an interesting observation!”—muttering something to himself, the young man paced back and forth in front of the house. —Perhaps madness is not the main "symptom" of the curse, but only a side effect for the victims of the knight when in close contact with his belongings. Ah, if only I could find that guy from the photo...”
“If we reason this way, then two conclusions suggest themselves. First, the delayed death after a year from the curse awaits us all. And second...” —gathering his strength, he turns to the Lunarite, —“If faith does not protect you, you may soon do something irreparable. Even if we go our separate ways right now, this residual effect may not protect you. If you have close friends or acquaintances, it is better to stay away from them for some time. In a state of confusion, you will still calmly communicate and move around, and maybe even cast spells—in other words, it will be almost impossible for others to expose him. I can only hope that I am wrong, and this effect will not affect you.
-- Uh-huh, when the time comes. See you.
Obviously, the moment will come later, but now is the moment to eat stale bento, sleep, and early in the morning rush to Faris – I need to leave the statuette there, and the diary too – if anyone in the current Calcite reads it, they have a good chance of ending up on the guillotine.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
"Noah Gidge was born in one of the cities of Hachimia, but he didn't really like it there, and life took a rather peculiar course, eventually leading him to Mindjin, where he suffered greatly but also gained a great deal of wisdom. After that, he traveled extensively and arrived in Carnia, where he fell in love with the local princess. Soon after, they got married and began to travel together.
And that's the end of the story, ha! As for those who are unwilling to share their wealth for a good cause, let them visit the administration of any city and donate any amount to the fund for helping the survivors of Tung, ah-ha-ha!"
Author: Musk, Paritsa's husband and Lyubyusha's father.
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"If I don't win on the bets... Well, I'll be betting on myself, and if something goes wrong, there's no accounting for the dead."
-- Yeah, when the time comes. See you.
Obviously, the time will come later, but now is the time to eat some stale bento, sleep, and early in the morning rush to Faris – I need to leave the statuette there, and the diary too – if anyone in the current Calcite reads it, they have a good chance of ending up on the guillotine.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
- Sypien, - the interlocutor introduced himself, - I train those who wish to learn various crafts in our guild.
go to the elves, the market, or the restaurant? Hmm...
On the way to the restaurant, Ferrus tries to find people willing to answer his survey among passersby. If he finds any, he asks them; if not, he simply goes to the restaurant.
Will those who remained in Asuga also have a skip, or can they play in normal mode?
The train moved on, but passengers were unable to enjoy the beautiful views from the window — a strong sandstorm prevented that, and they reached the city in its company.
Shina
In the past, Shina was the main and essentially only staging ground for attacks carried out by Calcite against Asuguh, but since relations between the two states more or less improved, it became the primary hub for trade and tourism crossing between them, which boosted its economy, although it still represented nothing valuable beyond its shared border with the southern kingdom — by and large, it was a remote hole cut off from the rest of Calcite's life, pointless and ruthless, whose countryside outskirts resembled the same vistas one could observe beyond the Gate of Exile in Mufigure. In the Sand Haven, a modest-looking pyramid, all administrative activity of the city was conducted. Near the Citadel of Merriment, located outside the city, there were, among other things, an information broker's office, a betting bureau, a paid hospital, a public bathhouse, and a workshop — everything a promising arena fighter might need. In the city itself, one could visit the Church of Arcelia, a flower shop, the beacon of the south, an equipment store, and a transport station where our heroes currently found themselves.
Ravshan

In the past, it was somewhat similar to Ruzianel, as there was not much order, and one could enter the city without being checked. Seeing a crowd of bandits attacking someone and beating the victim to death with stones was a normal sight. Under the leadership of Felicia, the situation in Ravshan has improved somewhat, but it is still one of the most unsafe cities in Calcite. The main attractions here were the Haven of Triangles – the administrative building, the Melting Sphinx – the hotel, and the Bashmu store, where you can acquire goods of various purposes. A separate feature of this city is that most of its inhabitants look unnaturally "smooth"; it is believed that this is due to the magic of the wizards nearby.
For many months, nothing noteworthy has happened. I traveled with Kir, and there has been some progress in skills, but not only is our income barely enough to cover travel expenses, but I have a feeling that after a few more years of this, I will be like Kir himself – wandering around without knowing where to go.
03.01.1001
As with all worthwhile stories, this one began in the capital, near the royal palace. This is the only chance in my life to see all the Protectors; here they are, from left to right:
Baka Marduk – a flashy Protector, Argos – a brutal Protector, Ferrari – our native Protector, the best one, by the way, Britomarta Liss – a wild Protector, Josh Lanson – an awfully serious Protector, Minom Yao – a bland Protector, Issai Gassai – an old Protector, Lady Arabella Caswell – an aristocratic Protector, Tsunagari Elfasit – an ordinary Protector.
We listened to Ikusa Sizki, the king's adopted daughter. She carries herself with confidence, and her voice is commanding. It seems like she will take the throne tomorrow rather than today. She said that we will probably be at war with the undead soon. The crowd is in a panic, and I like it.
The king, with all due respect, looks completely different – tired and very old. Kir sometimes grumbles that his time has passed, although he is barely 30, and the king is even older. Yes, old age is a terrible thing. It is clear from his speech that if something goes wrong, the people will be to blame. Glory to the king.
I stopped by the Temple of Nammu Ai, just to say hello, without any rituals or extravagance. Everything is the same here, like at home. It's nice to see.
Kuromod left. He said that now is the best time for business, but it seems that fear for his own and his wife's safety has taken over. As a farewell, he bought a couple of trinkets.
The lunar books have been removed from the library. Now there is Milakha, an absolutely clueless girl, I just want to strangle her. Somehow, she found a book about Akkad Babbar – he was a funny guy, he lived a good life, but he died absurdly. You shouldn't be like him. Well, except for the breadth of his shoulders and his rare physique.
??? – a store... with all sorts of things. And they also teach all sorts of things. Something like Kuromod, but he doesn't even come close. I bought an earring and a wooden idol – if you believe my uncle's stories – it's the spitting image of my father, a true embodiment of anger.
Gijo Naoya – the owner of ???, a writer, sculptor, bodybuilder, expert on pain, and generally an interesting guy, but not interesting enough for me to buy his autobiography for half a thousand. He is married to the princess-artist Lucretia. There was also a funny scene with a test of will, when I found out who his wife was, it became clearer how he passed the test.
04.01.1001
I arrived in Niniamat. A city of shops, it smells of salt, fish, and now also fear. The plebs are rioting, and the undead aren't even close, but they are already scared. They made noise all night in front of the administration, and I was actually sleeping there. Only the guards held them back, otherwise, I would have dispersed them myself.
Thrilla Academy – now only for the militia. How did we not visit it during our year of travels? Hmm.
Tunga's Goods – haha, hoho, all sorts of cheap junk. Ha-ho is the owner, Paritsa, I think, she doesn't care much about the homeland, although who can tell with these masks? I bought a micro-version of Naoya's biography, written by Muskus, Paritsa's husband, also a hoho. And Naoya and I laughed.
Cold Steel – good things at a reasonable price, and free food from the king. So, either you defend the border, or you don't get free food.
Farelian-Carnian Tales – occult stuff. I bought an amulet against water.
Phantom's Shadow – closed.
05.01.1001
I arrived in Ruzaniel, to the glory of Shiris. It's quiet and peaceful, no one is rioting in front of the administration, so glory to the king for free lodging, of course.
I ran into some robbers, but they are more timid than mice here. Brother wanted my cloak, and I wanted his head, but we didn't come to an agreement. It's a pity, I was hoping for a good fight.
I met a fellow countryman – his name is Alamush, a big guy, a former guard, and now a cook and owner of "Riski". We remembered the old times, we were a little sad, but I couldn't recruit him – he is too old for adventures.
In "The Thirsty Lady", there are no ladies, only Seth Goldhand, a rare scoundrel and ugly man. But I was so glad to get rid of the excess that I didn't care how much I was ripped off. And why is he the only one like that in the whole country?
Finally, I got to the Temple of Shiris. Two cute bunny girls greet me – red Zenobia, talkative, bright, in charge of the casino; white Fira, silent, serious – in charge of the temple. Now that I have paid my respects to all the native goddesses, I feel better.
Great Luck – I wasn't lucky. Maybe I'll get lucky somewhere else. The saleswoman is pleasing to the eye, but not to the ear. Maybe this is a curse?
06.01.1001
Together with a cute green-haired girl, we were practicing Es and Em with Naoya. She is doing well, she can handle a lot. And I didn't even have time to learn her name, what a fool I am.
Suddenly, besides Felicia I, there is also Felicia II. And what a photo she has, hmm! It is unknown if she is a real daughter or not, but there is definitely some resemblance.
I learned another name – Edanak Saonara, a warrior, but only on Felicia's side. Perhaps even the father of the second one. I must not forget to find a book about him if the moons return.
4 days, 24 characters, 15 locations
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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On the way to the restaurant, Ferrus tries to find people willing to answer his survey among passersby. If he finds any, he asks them, and if not, he just goes to the restaurant.
- A survey, hmm? I don't mind, but can I ask for your signature in return for our petition?
Ushumgallu, Sheila, Gonor, Illiman
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
Eight of them went through this procedure without any problems, but Jack was not allowed into Calcite - first, they tried to make him take off his mask, and when it became clear that it could not be removed and, moreover, in the photo in his documents, he was without it, he had to get off the train.
Shina
He plunged his hands into it, barely feeling the heat. Deep beneath the earth, soaked with a thousand years of blood, lie his ancestors, it is time to greet them after a long separation. Then he turns north, offering prayers to the ancient goddesses, his ancestors, and separately to his father. Somewhere far away, in the Sunlit Abode, caressed by the sea breeze, Felicia Lungwort sits on her throne, and somewhere not far from Barsina, in an unnamed grave, Akkad Babbar sin Zababa mer Lahar, deceived even after death, is buried. His hands clench into fists, and Ushumgallu pulls them out of the sand, before he gets burned.
The Calcitean didn't even glance at the train. He doesn't care where the rest of his fellow travelers will go; he is home and needs neither advice nor guides. Let them follow if they want. Now, his feet are carrying him to the "beacon of the south."
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- A poll, hmm? I don't mind, but could I ask for your signature for our petition in return?