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Healers take one of the defeated's artificial slots in exchange for healing.

– Did the oppression by the Imperials and the shield of Akonia truly fail to break the spirit of the Tais people? – Kamistella wondered. – If so, then your cult consists of truly strong-willed individuals!

Healers take one of the defeated's artificial slots in exchange for healing.

Yep. And unlike Erika, Sheila couldn't hold back her laughter. 

- It's like they're flailing around underwater. You know what the difference is between real life and this charade? - Genza suddenly decided to philosophize for Hat and Mask. - In real life, you won't have time to warm up, grease yourself with oil, admire yourself in the mirror, and put on a can. You catch an arrow in the face, and that's the end of it. Or a bullet. And imagine him walking through the desert - he'll overheat in his helmet in half an hour, collapse, and become limp. No, he won't even overheat; a poisonous spider will crawl under the visor, or a rocky viper, one bite, and that's it, game over. He won't even have time to react. And walking on sand, or up a hill? Forget it. And they won't take him on a ship - he'll drown. And how will he count the straps on this claw? One coin, two coins, the old man stands there for half an hour, fiddling with his coins, can't grab it, oh, it fell, it rolled away, and how to pick it up, it's even hard to bend over. That's it. To stand face to face, to bash each other with sticks according to regulations, or to fight hand-to-hand with other soldiers - an order is given to push through, and we push through - that I understand. But to wear this suit every day, on the street, in a cafe, no way. Whether it's one or the other.

Getting married? Him? Even if it's a marriage of convenience... it sounds like a fairy tale.

Marries Camestelle, and the duties will be performed by scryers.

- I'm not judging, just thinking out loud. Well, don't get bored, I'm going to get beaten by a shovel, - he jumps over the fence for the third time, with a cigarette in his teeth.

He smiles crookedly at the bloodthirsty crowd and nods to his opponent:
- Hey, brother. Is that a scar? Cool rattle, - his eyes barely avoid the grinning maws and skulls. - Armor, my respects; is it indestructible? It probably has about five hundred defense, and they didn't even scratch it. Where did you get it, how much did it cost, if it's not a secret? I'm just curious, really - it's very stylish. You don't see something like that very often.