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-- I would say I'm glad to see you, but not really – it's not exactly a fun place here, so it's not "welcome," but rather "I sympathize." -- After waiting for the eavesdroppers to disappear, he finally switched to a whisper. -- A little mouse ran by and told me about your successes and how you patched up our Ilka. Well done. Seriously. Now, tell me, what happened?
Also in a whisper: - What can I say... I'm waiting for the first fight. The opponent comes out. "I'm a sea bandit," he says... He stands there like an idiot, eyes gazing at the sky. So I "warmed him up" with a little fire, and then covered him with water from above. We closed the bathhouse after your little skirmish. Let the guy steam a bit... - "Ilka"? "Ilka" won his fight, but he took a beating and that jerk even scorched him. The healers were shocked... They said he needed two hundred remedies, like he was either going to recover or die... But I remember the good things. After that failed training session with Sir Kir, he supported me morally, while some were looking at me with disapproval. So I went up to him and healed him to the fullest. And these devils rolled their eyes, saying, "Don't deprive us of our bread..." What bread? The guy has no money, and they're talking about "bread." Maybe they meant roasted meat, who knows... I've heard a lot about your fellow countrymen... - And then someone stole something important from me... - In the quarterfinals, I faced a Scrym-ambal. Well, my "bathhouse" is also suitable for Scryms. He "left," in short. - "Ilka" was matched against our arena leader from Sugar. Maybe you've heard of him? He couldn't handle it... I wanted to heal him again, but the werewolves in white coats got there before me... I should have stood closer. - In the semifinals, another Scrym. His hands are like logs, and he has an axe in those "logs." He stands there, looking at me... "I surrender," he says... What a loser... - And in the final, it was that same guy from the Sugar arena. His armor is made of who-knows-what. Swords bounced off it like rubber balls against a wall... He didn't get a single scratch, the pest. So I attacked him from here and there. In the end, he felt the effects of my "bathhouse." He was already lying on the sand with both of his shoulder blades exposed, the devil. But somehow, he managed to knock me down with his axe at the last moment. Too bad... - And how did I get here? Who knows. We were sleeping peacefully in the Temple, the guards attacked, tied us up, took our things, and here I am...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
It seems that the inexpressible Calcite atmosphere has already had a strong effect on the girl – she used to speak more elegantly. Well, welcome to the prison, where everyone is one of us. – No, we were warned that it wouldn't be possible to make money here, but the fact that these jackals also want to ruin us is a real mess. There wasn't this kind of trash in this country before – especially the regime's chained dogs raiding the Temple. Ushumgallu falls silent, trying to find some explanation for why his crew might have been arrested, but nothing comes to mind. – Maybe it's some kind of political game, and now we're hostages. Or something else, but nothing makes sense. I guess we just have to wait.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
It seems that the inexpressible Calcite atmosphere has already had a strong effect on the girl – she used to speak more elegantly. Well, welcome to the prison, where everyone is one of us. -- No, we were warned that it wouldn't be possible to make money here, but the fact that these jackals also want to ruin us is a real mess. There wasn't such garbage in this country before – especially that chained dogs of the regime would break into the temple. Ushumgallu falls silent, trying to find some explanation for why his crew could have been arrested, but nothing comes to mind. -- Maybe it's some kind of political mess, and now we're hostages. Or something else, I don't know, nothing makes sense. I guess we just have to wait.
- I don't know, I don't know... They should have been looking for my monocle...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
And what’s this about a florist? I haven’t read Serberia.
We never found out exactly what the curse did; the game ended prematurely. But if Revan really remembered her and even isekai’d because of her, then it must have been something epically terrifying.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Just think, Yashchur... the monocle reveals a character's guild and that is exactly what disappears... after that you are all caught and now Calcite needs to find out if you creatures are trembling or if you have the right... Genza can heroically sacrifice himself to hide his father Asuguh's involvement... but he is powerless against the monocle... this cheap item can prove everything needed in a minute, as long as there is at least one mage on Calcite's side. Of course, it might not resurface, and the disappearance could be a coincidence, but nevertheless... the threat from the monocle now has the level of an entire state. That's the influence of minor decisions like "asking for a harmless little thing from another player"
- Grrr... You thought you could joke with me? Ginza grabs Genza's right wrist with one hand, and with the other, takes something that looks like pliers from the shelf and clamps it onto one of the shinobi's fingernails. - Talk... Where is she?
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With these thoughts, Kamistella, accompanied by Erish, set off for the capital. More precisely, to the Great Library of Sizka.
And they get there quickly. Unfortunately, the head librarian was still not there, so they will have to make do with the limited functionality of Milahi.
Quickly doesn't work because in the store, a stylish man of indeterminate age initiates a dialogue. - My name is Enbilulu, he introduced himself, and I have something to confess to you, young man. I love knives, but few people know about it, because all the curious residents of our country, as well as tourists from afar, avoid my store and only unburdened housewives and warriors of the lower class visit it. I understand that something like the Phantom Shadow in Ninamiate is much more interesting, but it is very difficult to acquire such an assortment, you understand, right? But anyway, tell me, would you like to take an interview with me?
- I risked my own life to save her when all hell broke loose! She's the only one in my life who ever looked at me with kindness, not with "Die, you wretch, don't ruin the world with your disgusting face." Think about it rationally – would I be hanging around here? Hell no, I'd be sipping a cocktail in Serri! Does it even matter to you what I say? Of course not. You can't get a guard to show up, but if anything happens, it's "you're guilty, you messed up." The same old story, over and over again, they'll kill him and then say, "come back." To humiliate and stitch up whatever you want – is that justice in this new Calcite? To shove him back into the dirt as soon as a guy from the slums timidly raises his head, so he doesn't forget his place – despite the situation, almost everything he said resonated with his heart, so the detainee glared with a look full of anger and resentment.
Camistella is looking for information about a place called Stalemida.
Camistella learns that Stalemida was the burial place of the kings of Asuguh. Unlike the rulers of Calcite, where each built their own palace-mausoleum, here they were all in one place, and this structure did not perform any other functions. She also learns that tourists are not allowed there.
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- I risked my own skin to save her when all the chaos started! She's the only one in my life who looked at me with kindness, not "Die, you wretch, don't spoil the world with your disgusting face." Think with a cool head - would I be hanging around here? Hell, I wouldn't be sitting here in front of you, I'd be sipping a cocktail in Serri! Don't you care what I say? Of course not. You can't call the guards, but if something happens, it's "you're guilty, you didn't show up." The same old story, over and over again, they'll kill him and then come back. Is torturing and sewing up everything you want the kind of justice in the new Calcite? To trample him back into the dirt as soon as a guy from the slums timidly raises his head so that he doesn't forget the place - despite the situation, almost everything said resonated with his heart, so the detainee glared with a look full of anger and resentment.
Ginza turns out to be completely unreasonable and remains deaf to the guy's words; all he wanted to hear from him was the location of the kidnapped person and his accomplices, any other information passed him by or made him even angrier. He tears out Genze's fingernail, then asks "where is she?" or "who are you working for?" and repeats the procedure again and again. When the prisoner runs out of fingernails, he will be thrown into a dungeon, and since there were too many arrested today, he ends up in the same cell where Ushumgallu and Erika were.
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