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—Hello. I will only take up a small portion of your time. My name is Asmidul. I am a volunteer and I am helping to conduct an investigation on behalf of the theologians in connection with the current situation. We are investigating cities for dangerous items that may be related to, for example, the Haranian necromancers, and so on. One of the closed shops in your city shows such a presence. Can I count on your help in this matter? All I need is literally five minutes to inspect the premises and record the data. You would be very helpful to our common good cause. —raises a finger somewhere towards the top of the Asuguh hierarchy.
- Is there an official mandate from the guild?
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- Sometimes life hits you hard, and even repeatedly, - he grimaced, rubbing his own. - It was a disgrace when that guy surrendered in the semi-finals to a frail girl, without even taking up a weapon. It's one thing to lose, it's another to deliberately give up, - his hand rests on the radiant hilt and clenches it until his fingers turn white (which could be seen if it weren't in a glove). - I'm used to one strike and it's over, but here my eyes just blurred. You'd think these aliens have eight arms. Not immediately realizing that it had been said twice, he shifts his gaze from her face to her sword, and then back to her face. - I might have misheard. Do you mean alien? But how is that possible? - he turns to the man. - How is it not possible?
- Thank you for your approving words, but I disagree with them. If the purpose of the duel is frivolous, then there is nothing wrong with avoiding it. - Literally. - Gonhu suddenly chimed in. - On another planet, they came up with a method of wielding metal, and then they taught the locals here. That's the whole story.
—I’m telling you, this is a voluntary initiative from the guild members… Right now, the administrative process is moving very slowly, but combat is imminent. You can, of course, dismiss me and brush it off; you would be completely within your rights. But what if things heat up, and some extra portal or other nonsense appears in the middle of the city, targeting our own local protector… And, most importantly, ordinary people will be at risk. The situation is such that everyone should prioritize the well-being of the state, and only then think about bureaucracy and private interests, don’t you think? I just need to conduct an inspection and send a report to headquarters. You can assign a soldier to accompany me during the lunch break if you deem it necessary, and that will be it. You won’t have to worry about bribes, and we’ll have neutralized a potential threat to the city’s safety. The owner won’t be back anytime soon, so I don’t see any losers in this.
He’s counting on the employee being too busy to object.
—I'm telling you, this is a voluntary initiative from the guild members... Right now, the administrative process is moving very slowly, but the fighting is about to begin. You can, of course, dismiss me and brush it off; you would be completely right according to the law. But what if things get heated, and some extra portal or some other nonsense appears right in the middle of the city, targeting our own local protector? And, most importantly, ordinary people will be in danger. The situation is such that everyone should prioritize the interests of the state, and only then think about bureaucracy and private property, don't you think? I just need to conduct an inspection and send a report to headquarters. You can assign a soldier to accompany me during the lunch break if you deem it necessary, and that will be it. You won't have to worry about bribes, and we will eliminate the potential threat to the city's security. The owner won't be back anytime soon, so I don't see any losers here. So, what do you say?
He's counting on the employee being too busy to object.
- The problem is that we don't have any free soldiers to handle voluntary initiatives, especially since you're planning to go there when the owner isn't around. - He sighs. - Alright, here you go. - He hands over a piece of paper and a pen. - Fill out the information about yourself and what kind of investigation it is, and then I'll go with you to the place you're interested in.
- Approving, you say? - he ponders the words, surprised, and shrugs. - It's just a habit. My ideas aren't always practical.
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- Literally. - Gonhu suddenly chimed in. - On another planet, they came up with a method of wielding metal objects, and then they taught the locals here. That's the whole story.
- I see. That explains it. I didn't think their tentacles would invent the same thing, - the story was indeed comprehensive. - Are you still teaching it, or are you scaling back? Given the current situation.
—Your homeland will not forget you. —he says gratefully, folding his hands. —If you wish, you can also provide your initials, and I will be sure to mention them in the final report. —He takes a piece of paper and a pen. —Um, what should I write? “Asmidul, Sizki, investigation of dangerous relics and impure auras related to undead creatures, including those of Haranian origin, using the latest patented technology. For references to similar official procedures of a magical nature, please contact the Guild of Wonders. The final report, after the completion of the investigation and the elimination of the ‘root causes,’ will be sent to all higher authorities as assistance in eradicating the threat to the nation.” Will that do?
—Your homeland will not forget you. —He gratefully clasps his hands. —If you wish, you can also provide your initials, and I will be sure to mention them in the final report. —He takes a piece of paper and a pen. —Um, what should I write? "Asmidul, Sizki, investigation of dangerous relics and impure auras related to undead creatures, including those of Haranian origin, using the latest patented technology. For references to similar official procedures of a magical nature, please contact the Guild of Wonders. The final report, after the completion of the investigation and the elimination of the "root causes," will be sent to all higher authorities as assistance in eradicating the threat to the homeland." Will that do?
- Yes, that will do. - He takes the paper and adds his initials. - Let's go. Later, both of them find themselves at the entrance to the Phantom Shadow. - Hmm... It's not that easy to get in here; I'll have to break the lock, and then put a new one so that no one steals anything from there, and then I'll have to report to the owner. So much hassle... Well, since we're here, what should we do? He tries to break the lock, but fails; instead, Asmidul watches as the man suddenly disappears from his sight.
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- Approving?... - He is surprised, ponders these words, and shrugs. - It's a habit. My views are not always practical. - I see. Then it's clear. I didn't think their tentacles would invent the same thing, - the story was indeed comprehensive. - Are you still teaching this, or are you shutting it down? Given the circumstances.
- There's no point in teaching you. You'll either drown in quicksand, become zombies, end up on a cannibal's table, drown in the sea, or something else.
Waving his hand at the spot where the employee had just been standing, he looks around in bewilderment, walks around the store, and peers into the windows in case he was somehow transported inside.
“Well, what can I say… At least the booby-trapped door lock will be true. You could expect that from a seller of cursed trinkets.” – shaking his fist at the shop, the scholar marks an anomalous zone on the map. – “I won’t forget you, responsible employee of the Ninamian administration… As soon as I learn how to dispel protective spells, I’ll free you from wherever you’ve been thrown.”
Before leaving, he decides to visit Cold Steel, where he buys a Bento, helmet, gloves, and armor with a standard 20% discount.
- So, how's it going? Is the crown paying well? Never mind, maybe we won't sink. After all, you don't care about our lives, but you do care about the effort. If you were younger, maybe I could give you some fiery speech, full of silly bravado, about the victory of the power of the spirit and the magic of friendship, but you know, with time... one thing leads to another... It just doesn't work. I don't even know what I believe in anymore. All this talk and social links are meaningless. Today you're smiling, tomorrow they're drowning, the day after tomorrow you get hit in the face, and there you are, eating dust, while he grins, jingling a coin. And you think - if I were stronger and more ruthless, maybe this wouldn't have happened, - he absentmindedly twirls a lighter in his fingers.
Kamistella decides to move Asmidul's bed to another location. Surely, a doctor specializing in dark knight studies would be of great help in this difficult task.
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