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Joseph didn't want to pick up that unpleasant sword that had fallen from the master's hands. It seemed that even a single touch of the sword would drain part of the owner's essence. Joseph wasn't sure if he could handle the sword's length. And would the sword even want to go against the descendant of its owner?
All these thoughts flashed through Joseph's mind in the second he stood there, stunned by the master's brutal murder. In the next moment, Joseph was already trying to push back the second dragon with his shield to free up space for the others to fight against Vaironis.

David really liked the village. It was a quiet, secluded place. The only problem was the vampires. :(

The Koranian intended, for obvious reasons, to go to the cemetery first, but for some reason, it wasn't visible anywhere. The elder's house also didn't differ from the other houses.
— In the end, the village is small, everyone knows each other, so it's not necessary that the elder has more information, — David said aloud and turned to his companions. — I'm going to the church.

And the Koranian walked towards the Elysian Temple.

Since morning, Torvar had already managed to hold forth before his companions on the topic of who should be born from the union of an ordinary human and a vampire. The conclusion was that some of the teeth would be normal, and some would be vampiric.
--Well, let's do it quickly, -- he said to David, referring to the temple of the local deity. -- But then, let's go to the tavern! There should be more normal people there.

--Why go to the Temple in a large group? I'm going to the tavern; maybe I'll find something out there.

Templacos Calmia made some notes and said goodbye to Ferrus and Brunhilda, after which the two of them reached Befor's ship without any obstacles, which was waiting for the return of the warden. During the voyage, the young sorceress did not say a word and was constantly lost in her thoughts and feelings. The sea on the way back to Eisengard turned out to be much rougher than the last time. The ship survived many storms, and the ship's captain should be thanked for that. Befor was undoubtedly a simpleton, but he was a true professional at the helm. During one of these stormy nights, Ferrus had a dream. In it, the Emperor spoke to him. This had happened before. The Ataraxians, who had accepted His light, prayed to Him, and He answered them, appearing in dreams. This time, the Emperor warned of an upcoming dark age and an inevitable war. But this was not the most alarming of His messages. The Order of the Black Lion would soon become a tool of a true devil, and therefore, returning to it would be even more dangerous. And finally, the Emperor said that the girl whom Ferrus had accompanied from the academy must be taken to Mondnacht and entrusted to the care of an emissary who performs the functions of a governor in Hellgate. When Befor's ship docked at the port of Eisengard, Brunhilda and Ferrus saw a very unpleasant sight: the owner of the "apple orchard," as well as other owners of establishments in the city, each member of the "**shires**," and a dozen other people were hanging on gallows, and the crowd gathered around them was joyfully shouting, "For Theodore! Theodore the Liberator! Honest and just!"

--Why go to the Temple in a large group? I went to the tavern; maybe I can find something out there.

--Really?! David, excuse me,” Torvar turned around and went with Sirkhan to the tavern.

The Temple turned out to be quite modest, like any other building in the village, but the wall decorations and overall design made a lasting impression. In the center stood an altar. One of the peasants came to ask for help from the local priestess in getting rid of some ailment. The woman's palm ignited with white fire and touched the man's forehead, after which he immediately felt better. Seeing the guest, the priestess smiled and said something that sounded like a short prayer in an unfamiliar language.
At this time of day, there were almost no visitors at the tavern, so Sirhana and Torvar were greeted only by the sleepy owner, who was clearly surprised by the new faces in the village.

— Hello, — David tried to remain composed. — I worship other gods, but I have come from distant lands to offer my help. May I enter the Temple?

- Of course, the doors of the Temple of Elysee are open to everyone.

Aurora tried to pull herself together. After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl lifted off the ground. Trying not to get hit, she intended to use magic to heal her allies if anyone got hurt.

Torvaru was quite pleased with the company. "Is there any beer?" he asked the tavern keeper.

- We have beer, - the owner replied, - and we have meat too.

– No, I just want a beer. My friend is paying. And, by the way, there’s a question. People disappear here. Aren’t you aware of that?

The innkeeper leaned close to Thorvar's face and whispered, "Yes, I know something, but keep it down, don't let anyone hear, and don't forget to order some meat."

– But I don’t want meat, – Torvar whispered.