Posts from Dal Shabet Auto-translated

-Any civilized person would try to expel outsiders peacefully, rather than taking them captive for sacrifice.

Besides, I suspect they have an accomplice who lures people into their territory, someone named Laust Brightstrider.

Meanwhile, since we’re waiting for Adrian anyway, I suggest we listen to the story of our Knight from Helligate; by the way, where is he?

“I see an unorganized group of people engaged in their own affairs, needing a proper direction. And that's exactly what you should provide, Mearef.”

Adrian sniffed some powder and teleported.

Agidius von Schultz stood nearby, detached from the conversation and lost in his own, sad thoughts.

-I completely agree with Aurelius, - agreed Ratislav. -We cannot call these savages "civilized." They are dangerous, aggressive creatures. The expedition, if you haven't noticed, is progressing quite successfully. Everyone is alive, Adrian will arrive with the antidote soon, and they will be healthy too. We know the approximate location of the ruins. And the path to them is blocked by the city of the natives, which we must pass through. Don't want to shed blood? Then go and negotiate with them to hand over our prisoners and let us pass.

But you know what else I see? - Mearef tried to speak so that the others wouldn't hear him. - I see that half of them are ready to stab me in the back at the first opportunity. - Some can be controlled to some extent by their sense of honor, others with the help of money, but there are also those with whom it will not be so easy to find common ground. But if you are willing to help me...

- Why don't you focus on your own business, Ratislav, and stop bashing the heads of bad people? Then things wouldn't go missing, and Laust Brightstrider wouldn't lure people onto his territory. You condemn the local population to genocide simply because they don't look like you and speak a funny language. Shedding blood? I don't care; I'm interested in the efficiency of the campaign. Chopping the heads off forest spirits, robbing other people's homes, killing other people – who did you make a deal with? A warlord? One of your men had his arm torn off. TORN OFF. AN ARM. How many more people have to suffer? What kind of prisoners are you interested in? Have you ever seen these prisoners? This person could just be another bandit from the highway; you can't know that, - Amos nodded towards Aurelius. - And now you're going to spill a river of blood somewhere in the wild lands for who knows what.

Many of us died immediately; our noble king tried to use Lucian's "Zenith," and you may have noticed that the night in this area recently turned into day. Nevertheless, that was not enough, - the knight paused for a few seconds, - the king died, and we, the surviving knights, fled. Along the way, two of us died during an attack by the natives, and the rest were taken prisoner.

- I am ready to offer you this assistance to the best of my ability, Mearef. Because when people lose their heads, they do foolish things.

- Why don't you focus on your job, Ratislav, on bashing the heads of bad people? Then things wouldn't go missing, and Laust Brightstrider wouldn't lure people onto his territory. You condemn the locals to genocide just because they don't look like you and speak a funny language. Shedding blood? I don't care; I'm interested in the efficiency of the campaign. Chopping the heads of forest spirits, robbing other people's homes, killing other people – who did you make a deal with? A warlord? One of yours had his arm torn off. TORN OFF. AN ARM. How many more people have to suffer? What kind of prisoners are you interested in? Have you ever seen these prisoners? This person could just be another bandit from the road; you can't know that," Amos nodded towards Aurelius. "And now you're going to spill a river of blood somewhere in the wild lands for who knows what.

-A terrible tragedy... the king must certainly be avenged, but how can we do that if this witch single-handedly defeated a detachment of twenty elite knights of Helikgate?

-Here, take this," he threw a bag of trophies at the woman and, a moment later, shot her in the head.

--Here, take this,--he threw a bag of trophies at the woman and, a moment later, shot her in the head.

Adrian felt as if his own eye had exploded, as if he wasn't the one shooting, but rather being shot at.

-And I thought that people like you, sir, prefer to sit behind the protection of city walls, waiting for the results, rather than travel on your own.

Now, take another look at this squad and count how many members of the "Silver Knight" organization are here. One. Me.