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—Well, what can I say... At least the mine-laden door lock will be true. One should 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 get you out of wherever you've been thrown.
Before leaving, he decides to visit Cold Steel, where he buys a Bento, a helmet, gloves, and armor with a standard 20% discount.
Where are you going?
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Kamistella decides to move Asmidul's bed to another location. Surely, a doctor of dark knight sciences would help her in this difficult task.
—What a blockhead I am! —the bespectacled man slapped his forehead while reading the no-train schedule. —I checked all the cities, but not the travel routes...
After double-checking the map, he concludes that he missed five directions.
"Technically, based on the location of key objects and the detector's radius, I can cover all but one... Let's hope the black knight isn't holed up in the Mirror Temple..."
Having made his decision, the young man returns to the capital, but not directly—instead via Niniamat-Onkaih-Sizki.
During this trip, Asmidul did not detect any new reactions from the detector. Upon returning home, he found Camistella doing something strange with her bed and Linshi standing nearby.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
– You're not in a hurry at all, friend, – Camistella said instead of a greeting. – We agreed to meet at the pyramid when you finish your inspection. Less than a day has passed, and you've already gone home to rest! Never mind. I decided to look for the source of energy in your house, and I had a terrible suspicion that even if we find the exact location of the source in Stalemide... we won't be able to do anything about it. Your bed is just a bed, completely indifferent to any attempts to understand it, although there is no doubt: the problem lies precisely in it.
Or in the collection of Asmidul's genetic material. Don't you want to collect it again, by the way? The occasion is suitable.
🎪🏹: Yes, I'm that friend, and I confirm – it's very interesting.
⛓️♿: =_=
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
- Well, the Crown pays. Oh, never mind, maybe we won't drown. After all, it's not our life that matters to you, but the wasted effort. If you were younger, I might have given you some fiery speech, full of silly bravado, about the victory of the power of spirit and the magic of friendship, but, you know, over 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 connections are meaningless. Today you're smiling, tomorrow they're drowning, the day after tomorrow you get a punch in the face, and there you are, eating dust, while he grins, jingling a coin. And you think - if I had been stronger and more ruthless, maybe this wouldn't have happened, - he absentmindedly spins a lighter in his fingers.
- Master, you're starting again... You should take your medicine and rest a bit. Let me help you.
- No, I'll do it myself.
Gonkhu disappears into the inner room of the Guild of Players and Zibaba remains in the company of Asura.
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—... ... ... ... Ladies, I am, of course, immensely glad to meet two attractive girls in my own bedroom upon my return, and the presence of the Black Knight's mark on at least two of those present opens up truly boundless possibilities for the imagination, however, allow me to ask... What kind of mess did you make in my apartment?!
Linshi shows the guy detector number 2 and tells him how it works.
It seems that Asmidul has been a Black Knight all along, because traveling around the entire kingdom, stopping in several cities, and spending as much time on it as Camistella spends on one city is clearly not the strength of a living person, but of a Netherese warrior!
– You're not in a hurry at all, comrade, – Camistella said instead of greeting. – We agreed to meet at the pyramid when you finish checking. Less than a day has passed, and you've already gone home to rest! Never mind. I decided to look for the source of energy in your house, and I have a terrible suspicion that even if we find the exact location of the source in Stalemide... we won't be able to do anything about it. Your bed is just a bed, completely indifferent to any attempts to understand it, although there is no doubt: it's all about it.
Or about collecting Asmidul's genetic material. Don't you want to collect it again, by the way? The occasion is suitable.
Waving his hand, he overcomes the desire to throw the uninvited guests out through the broken door. Since they are all connected by invisible bonds of the Black Knight, he needs to come to terms with "what" and "who" he has at hand. —..Tea, coffee? —he finally nods towards the kitchen. —Since we're all here, let's at least exchange information.
- Long time no see, Asmidul. If anything, I didn't touch anything here, I was just observing, so everything is fine, don't worry. They let me go, by the way, and I have something new for you, take a look.
Linshi shows the guy Detector No. 2 and tells him how it works.
– That's exactly what I wanted to check, whether it's the place or the object... just by moving this bed to the side, – Kamistella replied. – But then I realized a certain weakness of my body in terms of physical exertion...
Erika hands him a newspaper:
- Meet him. His Majesty Tylotti I! King and ruler of all Calcite! Ha-ha-ha-ha...
Ushumgallu grabs the newspaper and starts reading – standing up. Despite the absurdity of Erika's words, everyone has such serious faces, and he has a bad feeling, which gets even worse when he sees the publication date. The situation in the west – how much time has passed? Aristocry is indeed a joker; luckily, he made it to Ruzaniel before all this. The walls are good. The siege is good. The king is really fighting. The marriage...
He didn't read these lines; he saw them, felt them, and once again, all the anger that had been brewing in the stinking pit for weeks overwhelmed him, only this time, Ginza was no longer its object. His vision darkens. Crumpling the newspaper, he throws it with such force that he hopes to break through the wall.
-- I'll kill him! -- Ushumgallu roared, and the cry echoed in his lungs with such pain that the Calcite man folded in half. -- I'll kill...
Wracked with coughing, he leans against the back of the cot, realizing that one more such outburst – and he will most likely burst blood vessels in his brain. He breathes. He thinks. He pushes the red haze away from his eyes. Picking up and smoothing out the newspaper, he finally finishes reading.
-- Don't tell me that John is our friend Zibab. He seemed like a decent guy; he couldn't have messed up that badly, could he?...
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Apparently, Camistella had no other news besides meeting Linshi. Asmidula was the one who had to answer for everything.