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Now, Ushumgallu was really starting to feel like an idiot. -- I don't understand. So, how is it that without Baldur, our world cannot exist, if it's just some kind of alien philosophy?
- Lua Saint-Luna... When I learned that she founded the Baldur school first in Barsine, and then in other cities of the world, I was glad that Lua Saint-Luna founded the Baldur school in Barsine, Margel, and other cities, but then... I learned that this cunning woman corrupted the traditional concepts to fit modern times and spoiled the traditional ideas that were described in the Baldur Memorial with modernity, because she was a cunning woman, so my joy was short-lived, just as her life was short-lived, because her life turned out to be short-lived after she met me when I tracked her down and challenged her to a duel after tracking her down and challenging her to a duel. Now she is no longer in this world, and there is no her in the world. But Baldur remained, because he is eternal, and eternity is Baldur.
"It's so frustrating... Well, at least now it's clear that not everything has a meaning, and everything is just a figure of speech, ugh. At the very least, we've figured out that despite all the philosophical mumbo-jumbo, it somehow helps us kill people." -- Apparently, in order for us to understand each other, I first need to at least get a general idea of what happened at the traditional memorial for Baldur.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
– Yes, that is a problem... – admitted the Lunar. – The stronger the cursed one, the more dangerous they become if they fall into a state of possession by the Black Knight. But finding others like us might be easier than it seems. If we persuade the guard to share a recent list of suspects in murders and select potential candidates based on age, then... however, there is another side to this strategy: possession creates an amulet, and we have it. And we ourselves are inadvertently putting everyone in danger simply by possessing this artifact.
—I would prefer not to attract the attention of the guard yet. And the pendant... We can't give it away. It's a risk and a disregard for other people's lives, you're right. But only with it can we locate the Knight's lair. This detector reacts to his specific aura and covers the entire city. Ideally, it would be best to entrust this to someone not affected by the curse, so that this person could safely travel the country. But... I don't have anyone else in mind who could help us.
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Now she is no longer in this world, and this world is no longer in her.
Good thing I managed to learn mentorship from Klin before it was too late
"How suffocating... Well, at least now it's clear that not everything has meaning, but everything is a figure of speech, ugh. At the very least, we've figured out that despite all the philosophical mumbo-jumbo, it somehow helps to kill people." -- Apparently, in order for us to understand each other, I first need to at least generally understand what happened at the traditional memorial to Baldur.
- Here, read this, let your eyes behold a fragment of the truth of this universe, and may these lines be read by your eyes, - Lampr gives Ushumgall a thick volume which, however, did not require an operating system to read, - I rewrote this from the stone tablets I found in the desert; I am no longer young, so I have nowhere to rush, so I can wait while you read what I rewrote from the stone tablets, because I have nowhere to rush.
It's interesting how he plans to solve the problem... even if he gathers an entire squad of cursed creatures and appears in the black tower, in the black basement of which the black knight in black armor is hidden... what then?
– Let's say we gather ten or even twenty victims of the knight... – suggested Camistella, – what will be our next step? The undead can be on its feet 24/7; it doesn't necessarily need a lair. And the only clue is the amulet. And the most interesting thing about it is not even that it is dangerous... but that it ended up in our hands. Surely the black knight couldn't just take and lose his possession?
It was clear from Camistella's face that she didn't have any suitable traveling companions either. Except for Erika. But she is too busy and wouldn't agree to run around all of Asuguh.
- It's a trade secret, - Genza said with a smile. - Fair enough. But you know, there's still something soothing about your words. It's a pity that not all of us are driven by this idea, and sometimes we even hurt those we care about, - he dismissed the thought, not allowing himself to dwell on it. - It's as if, beyond your secluded garden, nothing like that is felt at this moment, - looking around the location as he speaks, he tries to determine what it is - its size, the territory itself, how much it is fenced off from the world, the infrastructure, other employees, and everything else that might be useful.
- I'm getting carried away, it's not like me... What do you think would suit her? - he lifted a strand of the girl's hair and let it slip through his fingers. - I think some kind of flower would look great here, but I don't know anything about it, and she's not very talkative, although I'm already used to that.
- You won't get anything out of me with compliments, heh, - having taken a better look at the silent kunoichi, Arte offers them some purple flowers, - how about hydrangeas? In the language of flowers, it means pride.
- Here, read this, let your eyes behold a fragment of the truth of this universe, and may these lines be read by your eyes, - Lampr gives Ushumgallu a thick volume which, however, did not require an operating system to read, - I rewrote this from the stone tablets I found in the desert, I am no longer young, so I have nowhere to rush, so I can wait for you to read what I rewrote from the stone tablets, because I have nowhere to rush.
Ushumgallu had somewhere to rush, and this was clearly not the amount that his brain was ready to handle in one sitting. He read the first pages, where the inhabitants of Baldur were described in general terms, glanced at the middle and saw there all the same stories about their misfortunes, and finally, at the end, there was something like "almost everyone died in a cave, only one remained and immortalized the story on stone." Ushumgallu passed the book to Erika - maybe she will like it more.
- I have somewhere to rush. It looks more like "novels" written by Gijo Naoya, but even if everything here is pure truth, it is clearly not philosophy. Like, philosophy is something abstract and kind of unambiguous, right? Here, it's just a story about different people who carry out the assignments of their adoptive father.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
It's interesting how he plans to solve the problem... even if he gathers an entire squad of cursed creatures and appears in the Black Tower, in its black basement where the Black Knight in black armor is hiding... what then?
– Let's say we gather ten or even twenty of the Knight's victims... – suggested Camistella, – what will be our next step? The undead can be on its feet 24/7; it doesn't even need a lair. And the only clue we have is the amulet. And the most interesting thing about it is not even that it's dangerous... but that it ended up in our hands. Surely the Black Knight couldn't have just taken and lost his item?
It was clear from Camistella's face that she didn't have any suitable traveling companions either. Except for Erika. But she's too busy and won't agree to run around all of Asuguh.
—According to my acquaintance's story, he did take and lose it. This story isn't entirely clear to me either, but we don't have any other leads. As for the next steps... we ourselves have been asking these questions. I would be glad to answer them, but without understanding the nature of what we are dealing with, unfortunately, it is impossible. There is only hope that the Knight can be caught during the day, when the influence of the moon goddess is not so great. And yes, I think we will need the help of a man of faith. I read that even the strongest undead will turn into a handful of ashes in an instant from the wrath of God.
- Thank you, - after noting down what was needed in his notebook, Ferrus takes the order and continues on his way. He eats something along the way. He heads to the market following the same route as before.
An unfamiliar man, whom Ferrus has seen before, starts talking to him. - Where are you headed, brother?
- Maybe so. But even without practical value, they are still pleasing, aren't they? Like those hydrangeas," he says, fitting part A into slot B. "Not bad. Pride, huh? Didn't know there was a language there. I'll manage, but I'm even curious what meaning you would have chosen for me. He reaches for his wallet: - What's the price?
– Your acquaintance is a mysterious person, – Camistella narrowed her eyes suspiciously. – Is she herself a victim of the Black Knight? Have you known her for a long time? The capital murders seem to have happened just the other day. They are very recent.
- I'm just walking around the city and asking people questions. If you'd like, you can also participate in the survey. To do so, you need to state your name and share your thoughts regarding the situation with the undead and everything the king recently spoke about, - explained Ferrus.
Ushumgallu gave the book to Erika – maybe she will like it more.
Erika took the book and began to quickly read it, hoping to manage (and may the points of erudition and reading skills acquired over the years help her...) to read as much as possible while "these two" are talking and not "stay too long." She didn't let on that she knew Calcite, so as not to shock Ushumgallu again, but simply pretended to be looking at the "funny letters and pictures"...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
I knew it... - I'm just walking around the city and asking people questions. If you'd like, you can also participate in the survey. To do so, you need to state your name and share your thoughts regarding the situation with the undead and everything the king was talking about recently, - explained Ferrus.
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