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- Don't worry. Everything is alright... now. - Tiriez quickly reassured him. - You were shot, obviously, they tried to kill you. My name is Ratislav. You need to rest now, please don't make any sudden movements. Try to think about who might be capable of such a thing - a gunshot, and right in the back.
“Well, you’ve gone too far,” Adrian said. As usual, he reloaded his pistol and fired another shot at the temple, just to be absolutely sure of the man’s death and at the same time avoid disfiguring his face. Then he cautiously approached the horse, trying to gauge whether it would obey him. Good horses aren’t easy to come by. After that, he searched the corpse.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
The horse didn't resist; it seemed to acknowledge Adrian's strength as the victor, although one could somehow sense the sadness this animal was experiencing. The stallion itself looked extraordinarily strong. A snow-white steed. Traveling on horseback is much more convenient, especially when facing danger. +50 speed in open areas. Health: 300
Rifle. Damage 40, firing range: 60, armor penetration 50%. “Faith” (one-handed sword). Damage 30, damage dealt to demons, demon worshippers, and creatures of darkness is tripled. Followers of other religions receive double damage. Can only be used by followers of the Ataraxian faith. Kamal's Armor. Heavy armor. Reduces all incoming damage by half. Unsent letter.
--Interesting. An unusual sword, I haven't seen anything like it before. I need to find someone who understands what this thing is. Let's also take a look at the letter,--Adrian opened the envelope and began to read.
Added 1 minute ago Heroist
And now it turns out that Alex one-shot Winfried von Helligkeit x)
Is he a follower of the Ataraxian faith?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
“Jaya, Ilgon, Devi, Anil, I hope your mission is proceeding according to plan and that you are all safe and sound. My fears have proven to be well-founded; the signing of the peace treaty and the preparation for the expedition into the wild lands seem to be a beacon for all sorts of scum. I have already discovered two wolves in sheep’s clothing. A male named Gahege, as well as someone who introduced himself as Mark Schiller. I cannot be certain, but it seems this creature is trying to mask his identity as much as possible. Jaya, I know you don’t approve of rash decisions, and I wouldn’t take such a risk in other circumstances, but I have also learned that both of these scoundrels not only carry dark blood in their veins but also worship the demon of knowledge. I must eliminate them as quickly as possible. The first of them to leave the city will taste lead.”
--Great. I have some interesting companions. It seems I've angered Jha. Now the others will definitely want revenge... These kinds of ideas are popular among these fanatics, the Alexandrians or whatever they're called. Well, it's time to go back. Adrian wrapped his sword in his cloak, tied his rifle to the saddle, and put the letter in his pocket. He left the armor on the corpse. Adrian didn't shy away from looting, but he understood that the others wouldn't approve of such behavior. He took the reins of his horse. "It seems the horse is quite intelligent," Adrian thought. "Intelligent enough to give it a name." --Listen, horse," said Adrian. "It's not right for you to be nameless. I don't know your old name, so I'll call you... let's say, Anchar. Come on, Anchar." Adrian took the corpse with him and hid it in the bushes near the camp so that no one would notice. Then he approached the other members of the expedition.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-It's good to hear such words, - the Tyrian smiled. -Indeed, it's in your father's style to send his only daughter on an expedition through the wild lands.
Agnet smiled at this joke. Well, it was more like a joke!
Meanwhile, Rastislav's healing magic managed to heal his comrade's wound; he was lucky it was fresh.
Gähege didn't understand what was happening; only the pain in his back led him to specific thoughts. People were bustling around him, and right above him stood a man in armor, saying something. Gähege didn't listen to what he was being asked and instead asked his own questions: -What happened? Who are you?
--A madhouse... Although the shooter was quite accurate, for a maniac. "Ah, maybe he knew what he was doing," Lang already thought to herself.
-Don't worry. Everything is alright... now. - Tiriez hastened to reassure him. -You were shot, obviously, they tried to kill you. My name is Ratislav. You need rest now, please don't make any sudden movements. It's better to think about who might be capable of such a thing - a shot, and even in the back.
- I have no idea, - Gaheg replied. - I was heading to the camp when I heard a shot, and then I don't remember anything. - The demonspawn tried to get up. - I guess I should thank you for saving me, Ratislav? - he suggested.
- People don't just shoot you in the back for no reason. It seems like someone was bothered by you, and they wanted to get rid of you. I hope your problems don't become our problems.
Paroxius turned to the man who had returned with the horse: - It seems you caught up with the archer. Did you find anything interesting besides the horse?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- I have no idea, - replied Gaheg. - I was heading to the camp when I heard a shot, and then I don't remember anything. - The demonspawn tried to get up. - I guess I should thank you for saving me, Rastislav? - he suggested.
-Rastislav. - the Tyrian corrected him politely. -You don't need to thank me. It's clear that this man was not in his right mind, perhaps insane or very drunk, or maybe both.
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