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The remainder of the squad's rest under Ida passes without incident.

In the morning, the wise man Utar makes an unexpected confession.

"I know that many of you are surprised by my vibrant performance tonight. Unfortunately, it was not planned. It seems we have encountered something mind-altering. This is bad. And good," said the alchemist with a grimace. "Next time, I won't let myself be caught off guard like this. No matter who is behind it. Even if it's the chthonic forest itself! Therefore, I ask all of you to pull yourselves together and continue on your way. We still have a long way to go. But at least in the fresh air. And that's good for you, you know."

Meanwhile, Mahra approaches Ida; she is as attractive and silent as ever. She gives some calming medicine to her distressed younger classmate and goes back to Utar. After a while, the wise man himself comes over. He also gives some calming medicine, but it's slightly different. More potent and unpleasant to taste. And he leaves too.

Now everyone was waiting only for Ida. It was time to set out.

Exchange Point

Anyone could claim goods from the settlement's warehouses. But only in exchange for something of equal value. The exchange point served its own people more readily, although this did not prevent rumors about the monstrous greed of the local merchants from spreading.

Here you can make a request for an item and receive a corresponding offer in barter points. Or get rejected.

Zaya comes to the training halls and faces a rich choice of whom to approach.

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Option F:

— So, what’s up, do you have any bombs? And if I find some? — asks the redhead, while simultaneously considering whether he can steal something from the merchants.

Lerad thoughtfully stroked his beard. “There is one simple but important task. I need a guard for the western warehouse of the House of Wisdom. Some filthy ratkin is stealing things there,” said the first sage, frowning. “We sages don’t have time to sit in the warehouse all day long. I assume the task is obvious. Will you catch this thieving scum, Sarabas Nevereverland?” Why Lerad didn't call a couple or three warrior experts for this task remains unknown. Perhaps he considered them not clever enough.

The man looked sadly at Tsulak.

"Ah, it's easy for you to say. It's clear that you don't have a family," the warrior emptied another mug of ale. "I even envy you, just a little. When you have many children and half of them are doing things they shouldn't be, it's very easy to become an alcoholic and fall into despair. My advice to you, brother: don't have more than three offspring! No matter what experts say about humanity's need to reproduce."

The father looked mournfully at the attractive female warrior sitting at a table in the distance. He seemed to be reminiscing about his past days of carefree youth.

A naked, crazy teacher who first attacked her with his saw, no less insane Mahra, whom the fighters charmed by her bomb groped, disgusting monsters surrounding the camp from all sides, and, worst of all, the death of two soldiers. In general, while Utar was waving his saw and his crotch club, Ida feared that the warriors he had severely wounded would also die. Fortunately, it didn't happen.

Zaya comes to the training halls, and she is faced with a rich choice of who to flirt with.

"Can I take on all of them at once?" — Nysho would have thought, had she been in Zaya's place.