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- Both blades are of no particular value. They are simply weapons. Undoubtedly, good weapons with their own unique features and capabilities, but nothing more. The emissary wanted to return them to his master because wearing them is "dangerous for ordinary mortals." It seems to me that the old man simply wanted to get his trinket back, and if there is any threat to the life of the owner, then everyone will benefit from it. I know little about the death of the emissary himself. Perhaps he came to Vaironis with a request, and the latter killed him out of some whim.

in my opinion, you have great talent.

not just talent

- Both blades are of no value. They are just weapons. Undoubtedly, good weapons with their unique features and capabilities, but nothing more. The emissary wanted to return them to his master because wearing them is "dangerous for ordinary mortals." I think the old man just wanted to get his trinket back, and if there is any threat to the owner's life, then everyone will benefit from it. I know little about the death of the emissary himself. Perhaps he came to Vaironis with a request, and the latter killed him because of some whim.

- The Magister believed that you were involved in the murder, although after meeting with Vaironis, I began to doubt this.

- Both blades are worthless. They are just weapons. Undoubtedly, good weapons with their own unique features and capabilities, but nothing more. The emissary wanted to return them to his master because wearing them is "dangerous for ordinary mortals." I think the old man just wanted to get his trinket back, and if there is any threat to the life of the owner, then everyone will benefit from it. I know little about the death of the emissary himself. Perhaps he came to Vaironis with a request, and the latter killed him because of some whim.

- And how did you end up here? Do you have a mission from Haven? - Joseph's eyes showed growing suspicion.

- The Magister believed that you were involved in the murder, although after meeting with Vaironis, I began to doubt that.

- I believe Richard had his reasons for thinking so. The scouts of Lancaster are definitely professionals, but even their data is not always accurate. I just happened to be near the place where Vaironis killed the emissary, and the guards raised the alarm. - After finishing his answer, Schneider listened to Joseph and was somewhat surprised by his question. - I was expelled from the order a long time ago; I am surprised that not everyone knows this yet. When I was in the order, every member was aware of the list of wanted criminals. Here, I did the same thing as I did in previous places: I hunted sorcerers. The influence of the order in Vaironia has noticeably decreased in recent years; I think I don't need to explain who caused this.

Torvar and Sirkhan didn't find David in the Temple, as they had expected. First, they began to look around for anyone inside or outside the Temple who might be able to give them a clue.

The Temple was completely deserted, just like the streets of the village. The inhabitants were either in their homes or somewhere else...

“But isn’t anyone around?” Thorvar wondered. “And not even some kids, they’re always bustling around somewhere. Maybe someone saw him from a window?” And Thorvar started knocking on the windows of the houses, just in case, in case there were any signs of life.

No one responded to Torvar’s knocks.

...it's a moon cat.
- a cat?
- yes. across the river, in the mountains, you've seen them.
- their eyes glow in the dark, they're scary.
- we see in the dark, just like them.
The father put this strange silver bracelet on his daughter's wrist.
- we are just as agile as they are. we shouldn't be afraid of them. we are cats.
- I won't be afraid anymore.
The girl looked at the bracelet depicting a wild cat...

Through the fog that clouded her mind, Mariette felt the bracelet on her wrist.
Opening her eyes, the chosen one of the moon finally saw where she was and who she was with. Old friends and one new... friend?
Without trying to get up, she just lay there and listened to what the people around her were saying.

No one responded to Torvar's knocks.

The Barbarian was surprised. But then it dawned on him.
--Aha, so they're working! Maybe they're hunting. Although these soft southerners probably don't hunt. Well, then they must be working in the fields. I need to check the fields.
He didn't hesitate. Torvar, provided that an outsider can navigate the area, set off at a brisk pace towards the fields.

She took them into her embrace, after which each of them... Turned to dust and scattered across the land

Professional skills took over even in such a situation. David knew everything there was to know about ash, for he himself had cremated people at work for many years. The Koranian mechanically calculated the temperature at which a body burns in such a short time. "Like three large furnaces," — the realization took his breath away. But David continued to gaze at Eliseya regardless, unable to help himself. She had aristocratic features, long light-brown hair, and a pair of small wings on her head in addition to those on her back. What a haughty, piercing gaze! And her lips curled into a half-smile. It seemed she was pleased with the process. But how could this woman, even a winged one, have just turned ten people to dust? The answer was somewhere close; David struggled to catch the elusive thought. "Damn it, fire magic!" — the Koranian felt sweat trickling down his back. Now he finally managed to shift his gaze to Agatha. She was simply charming, unlike the inhumanly repulsive Eliseya. David thought that he hadn't imagined Eliseya this way, and in his mind, Agatha was more of an "Eliseya" than Eliseya herself turned out to be. On the other hand, if Agatha imagines Eliseya in the same way, then she doesn't realize that she herself is much better than Eliseya. Completely tangled up in this logical chain, David whispered back to Agatha:
— I don't know what impressed you so much; you heal peasants in the Temple much better.

Joseph lay back on his cot. Sitting for too long was making his head spin, and it was hard to think.
- What do you suggest? - he asked Jonas.

Nerghui didn't trust Jonas. His words made it clear that he saw those he had rescued only as tools to achieve his goal. And he wouldn't hesitate to distort or conceal part of the truth so that his subordinates would more readily follow his orders.
- Tell me, - the warrior said, looking into Schneider's eyes, - did you actually kill the emissary in order to lure the Emperor out of his refuge?

There was no one to be found in the fields or in the town. Nevertheless, Torvar's trained eye spotted some kind of procession in the distance.
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The priestess said nothing to the coranian; her gaze suddenly turned cold. "Elisea" merely laughed.
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"For now, I suggest you heal your wounds. Then you will return to the order, and there the next course of action for the Watchers will be decided. As you know, the next Grand Master should be the one named by the current head of the order; however, if, for some reason, Richard did not have time to choose a successor before his unexpected death, the brothers of the order will be obliged to elect a new Grand Master by vote. Although I am no longer a member of the order, I still keep abreast of the latest events. The main candidates are the chief scout, Waimond Lancaster, the mentor of the wizards, Atelstan, and the ambitious and successful newcomer, Theodore. Atelstan is supported only by the wizards, as no one else wants to see a sorcerer as the leader of the order. Lancaster, as a veteran of the order, would most likely win an unconditional victory if it were not for his radical methods. Obviously, none of the magic-practicing members of the order will vote for him, as that would be tantamount to suicide. And then there's this boy. He has already proven himself to be a talented man, eradicated crime in the lands of the order, and generally adheres to Richard's ideas, and therefore has a good chance of winning." Jonas's story was interrupted by a question from Nerghui. "The Emperor will not leave the empire, no matter what happens, girl. And I'm not crazy enough to give this monster a reason to attack the kingdoms when they are ready to tear each other's throats out."

There was no one to be found in the fields or in the city. Nevertheless, Thorvar's trained eye spotted a procession in the distance.

--Oh, Sirkhan, let's go ask those people over there, -- said Thorvar. He probably overlooked the fact that the procession was quite far from the temple, but the barbarian's momentum was already in motion, and it was impossible to stop.