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- That's right, we have no other leads that could help us track down the killer of the imperial emissary. Furthermore, we still need to resolve the issue with this sword, which is currently in Vaironis' possession.

- Yes, that's me. My name is Ferrus, and I'm very pleased to meet you. Here are my credentials,” I handed Templacos Calmia the document. “There are some crime-related issues in Eisgard; I hope it hasn’t affected you in any way?”

- I have no idea; events in the outside world rarely affect what happens here. The Academy is quite an isolated place, as you may have noticed. - While Templacos examined the document, sadness was reflected on his face. - That's right, the order requested Brungilda's transfer. The Academy is an hour's walk from here; I suggest we set out immediately.

- Let's go.

After a very long preparation, a group of three set off on their journey.

David passed the time by counting the birds flying by and thinking about his own thoughts.
— You know what? — he said to his companions. — There was this group of wandering minstrels called "The King and the Jester". They performed in many kingdoms. The two main performers used the pseudonyms "King" and "Jester," and the rest played spoons and other instruments. They had a song about vampires. I remember it went something like, "I love to wander and bite tender necks..." — the Koranian pondered. — However, they didn't have a good ending. They went to perform in Vaironia, and the local ruler said, "It's not right for a commoner to call himself a king; cut off his head." All the spoon players were exiled to the northern fleet, but they didn't touch the jester. They say he now wanders alone, singing songs.
— Oh, what made me remember that? In that song, an ordinary man defeated a vampire; he turned out to be clever. And do you know how? He knocked out all his teeth so he couldn't bite. I think we should do the same; it can't hurt.

/Hold on, Medj. Speed is great, but I'm waiting for some comments about the axe... Are you going to chop wood with your hands like a karate practitioner?/
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/Okay, fine./ Torvar's scavenging ended like this: he couldn't find anything better than his own sword ("They really don't know how to do anything, what a bunch of clumsy people. If this is steel, then I'm a reindeer!"), and he found a splitting axe (although it was larger than needed, but Barbarians tend to go for the extreme). He almost had it stolen right from under the weaponsmith's nose (Torvar realized he needed to search himself, but he didn't realize he also needed to report back).
During the journey, he aimed at crows, which he considered to be "Davids."
-- Okay, crows are flying upwards, the wind is blowing (he looked at his beard), hmm, from somewhere over there, so I need to shoot like this, -- and he aimed his bow in the right direction and drew the string, but he didn't shoot: he wasn't hungry and could manage without crows for now.
-- No, David, -- Torvar remarked after the story. -- I'll get tired of shooting one tooth off at a time. It's easier to shoot them in the head. If a vampire can't think, then you can do anything with it, -- the Barbarian said wisely.

The Academy turned out to be a large structure with high and wide walls capable of withstanding any attack from the outside or preventing anyone from leaving…
Surprisingly, no one greeted the chief wizard upon his arrival, and even more surprisingly, there was absolutely no one in sight for Ferus and Templacos.
"This is strange," Templacos said, clearly worried; it seemed that something like this had not happened before. "Let's go to the living quarters; Brunhilda should be there."
When they reached their destination, they saw a large crowd of wizards gathered around a red-haired girl and... the corpse of the warden. The sorceress held the weapon of a brother of the order, and blood dripped from its blade, which once belonged to its former owner.

"What happened here?" asked the voice of the chief wizard as he walked through the crowd of onlookers.
"Don't come near!" the girl replied in a commanding tone. "This creep harassed me and threatened that if I didn't share my bed with him, he would tell the order that I was practicing demonology, and then they would execute me!"
The wizard remained silent and looked at Ferus with concern and fear in his eyes.

Theohar also had time to observe his companions, including two strangers. Finding nothing more of interest, he was already starting to tire of the long journey.

Lugus hoped that during the stops, the first Watcher, Hartmann, would finally finish teaching him the basics of being a Watcher, and then he could continue his training on his own.

Alright, since you don't want to communicate or influence events in any way, I’ll have to speed up the progress through the plot.
Theohar, Nerghui, Lugus, Aurora, Mariette, Joseph, and other members of the order had a difficult journey. Their horses galloped around the clock, and the Watchers had to sleep while remaining in their saddles. On top of that, they hardly spoke to each other. This was due to the fact that they were completely strangers. Finally, they reached the border. To the surprise of the head of the order, they were allowed through without problems and even told where they could find the king now. Without wasting time, they set off for the indicated location.
There were many diverse and interesting establishments in the city, but it seemed that all of them were closed right now. It was hard to say what the reason for this was. After questioning the locals about the whereabouts of Vaironis VII, Richard and his squad learned that the king had gone "hunting" but should return soon. The head of the order ordered everyone to go to the inn and rest. There, Hartmann von Liebenberg finished training Lugus for today and informed him that his path to becoming a true Watcher was almost complete. At dawn, the Watchers were awakened by the sound of the city bell tower, announcing the king's return. A dozen naked peasants with bodies scarred from whip lashes ran ahead of him, being driven on by two Vaironian dragons. The Watchers were still at the inn; only Richard and Hartmann stood outside. The king skillfully dismounted and headed towards the Watchers.

- Stand back! - I shouted to the crowd. - Don't push! Give us some space. I raised both hands in the air so that the red-haired girl and everyone else could see. - Calm down, I'm unarmed! Brunhilda, isn't it? I decided it was best to lay all my cards on the table right away to avoid further misunderstandings. - My name is Ferrus, and I've come from the main base of the order. I'm here on a mission," I said slowly and carefully, taking the scroll from the wizard's mentor and waving it. "Therefore, at the moment, I have the highest authority. I wasn't sure if that was really the case, but I continued. - Please, put down your weapons and we'll talk in a peaceful setting," I said, looking around at the crowd. "No unnecessary trouble. I swear I won't do anything to harm you, and we'll calmly sort out everything that happened.

- You can wipe yourself with this piece of paper if you want! - exclaimed the young sorceress. - You watchmen are all the same; you first say that you can be trusted, and then you do whatever you please.

Mariette, fully prepared for battle, watched from the window. She hoped the Archmage would find something to say to this man.

I shrugged and tossed the document aside.
- I don't know what the rules are on this island, but it's not my style to go around cutting people down indiscriminately. One thing I can tell you for sure is that you're surrounded by a crowd of people who believe you've committed a crime and who are unlikely to listen to you. I'm offering a peaceful resolution. Right now, that's your only alternative to being immediately eliminated by the brothers from the local garrison.

This was a quiet and beautiful place deep within the mountain range in Tiria. The trio of Watchers spent quite some time before they managed to find a safe path that would lead them to the entrance. There, they were greeted by a maid. After explaining their problem and the urgency of their business, the servant immediately led them to the owner of the house but warned that his family was preparing for dinner.In the hall, three people sat at the table – a man, a woman, and a girl around eighteen years old. The man looked questioningly at the newcomers and with displeasure in his eyes sent the servant away.