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- If you're so interested in material possessions, Mr. Bandit, you can also benefit from destroying the cult. As far as I know, they pay Vincent Agarez for renting the building, which means they have money. How does that sound to you?

- If you're so interested in material possessions, Mr. Bandit, you can also benefit from destroying the cult. As far as I know, they pay Vincent Agarus for renting the building, which means they have money. How does that sound?

- So, I'll have to deal not only with the cult but also with Vincent? No way. - Saeros really didn't want to create any more problems for himself; he already had enough trouble with the unfortunate incident in the store, which could cost him dearly.

- I don't think he really cares about their lives; he can just hand over the estate to someone else later. "Like the Cult of Balthazar, for example. Or to the slaves of Despair. Or maybe another Sanexy brothel will appear there."

- So, you don't just look like a bandit, but you actually are one? And by the way, the archer has already left, so how am I supposed to keep an eye on him? I have no idea where he went.

As she said these words, Agnet smiled. "Well, I really like it, it's a shame that he's a little out of his mind."

- I don't think their lives really matter to him; he can just sell the estate to someone else later.

-- Excuse us, but we really need to go with the bandit...

- Haha, that's an interesting situation, - Khorus pondered for a moment. - Alright, I'll look for someone. How many people will we need?

- Two or three, including you.

Amos had, to some extent, grown accustomed to Laust's antics and simply shook his head disapprovingly as he observed what was happening.
He had settled in quite comfortably on the ship and immersed himself in reading... After an hour, he slammed shut the book on shamanism and put it away. Although Selig was a practical man, this work was permeated with a very unpleasant demonic aura, and he felt uneasy. Blood curses, possession, hexes – all of this felt like some otherworldly influence, if not outright evil, and a primal, chthonic chill, in comparison to which dark magic, which resembled more of a peculiar branch of medicine, seemed quite ordinary. It was no wonder that no one wanted to bid on it at the auction. For now, Amos put this book aside "until better times," but he strongly doubted that such times would come. However, the small treatises on the aforementioned magic appealed to him greatly. Selig was so inspired by them that he couldn't stay still and paced excitedly around the cabin. He couldn't wait to try these spells out, but how could he do that? And where? He remembered the recent incident with the Brightstrider bounty hunters, but he realized that by now, the bodies of those assassins had probably long been removed from the city's streets, and perhaps even scavenged by the eternally hungry poor. Nevertheless, he could no longer stand being in the stuffy cabin, so he decided to walk to that place anyway and clear his head.

- And you too, - Velda sighed heavily, - I'll have to do it alone.

– Don't worry, – Agnet tried to reassure her. – Maybe it's not as bad as it seems... With the world... In any case, good luck with what you're doing! The three of them (Agnet, Maria, and Saeros) went to the Breeze. – Here, I brought some friends! – said Agnet. – Register them! Maria, – she turned to Horus's sister. – You can share a cabin with me; there's a free spot right next to mine.

To unwind after a series of setbacks, Velda decided to take a walk around the city. She didn't want to return to her cabin, but she also wasn't in the mood to look for new allies.

However, he could no longer stand being in the stuffy cabin, so he decided to walk to that place and clear his head.

He didn't find any corpses there. Moreover, the road was safe; few wanted to mess with Amos's bodyguards, especially the foreign warrior.

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The Armageddon's Blade treatise is missing from the warehouse.

After wandering around this street for a while, Amos sat down on a bench to catch his breath. After all, brisk walks aren't exactly his forte. After sitting for a bit and pondering the nature of life and death, he remembered Kelenor. Despite all his wickedness, the Khonatai had served them well. But if Selig had been skilled in "embalming," who knows, maybe he would still be with them? Amos smiled at the thought, and then remembered that Kelenor had become unusable after the ice trap, and Mark Schiller had broken him. And Mark Schiller himself eventually lost his integrity and had to be disposed of when maggots were already crawling freely over his body. He took Kelenor's medallion out of his pocket and thoughtfully turned it over in his hands. "To Kelenor on his fortieth birthday" read the inscription on the medallion. And a photograph, presumably of his family. Three years have passed; his daughter must be around twenty now. He remembered Horus's story, who had read his thoughts. Kelenor worked with Tyler Ironfall, failed some mission, and as a punishment, was sent on an expedition with the aim of sabotaging it. He also killed Mearef Silverknight during his assignment, but never broke. All these threads remained untangled... He admired the play of light on the facets of the emerald. For some reason, Amos never sold it, although he had intended to do so upon his return. He remembered that he didn't see much need for it, as he already had a decent amount of money. Then he wanted to melt the gold and set this emerald somewhere else, but he never got around to it. In the end, he left the medallion as it was and continued to carry it with him just like that. - Listen, he said to his servants. - Have any of you ever encountered Tyler Ironfall or his entourage?

-- Here, I brought some friends! -- said Agnet. -- Register them! Maria, -- she said to Horus's sister. -- You can share a cabin with me; there's a free space right next to mine.

Maria glanced at the list and stopped at cabin number seventeen.
- Aha... I knew it... - Maria said, sounding disappointed. - Well, that's fine; I'll gladly share a cabin with you!

- Two or three, if you count yourself.

- Okay, I'll find someone.

After reviewing the list, Saeros decided that it would be better to be closer to Agnet, and therefore chose the eighth cabin.

Having secluded himself in his cabin, Saeros decided to use the locator to find the Herald.

- Listen, - he said to the servants. - Have any of you ever encountered Tyler Ironfall or his people?

- Sooner or later, everyone in Nevermore encounters him or his lackeys, - Alv stated.
- After Dal Shabet, I was captured by his people, although I personally only saw him a couple of times. One man wanted to impress his boss and offered me as a "gift," but, strangely enough, his boss scolded him and sent him away. Nevertheless, appreciating my fighting skills, Ironfall appointed me as an assistant to one of his officers, but after some time, he sent me to the slave market because I "couldn't follow orders." Problems arose when I was asked to do something that... fundamentally contradicted my worldview.

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Having retreated to his cabin, Saeros decided to use the locator to find the Herald.

Saeros found the Herald in one of the rooms on the ship, the "Mermaid's Womb". There were four other men and one woman with him. They all seemed to be from Thiria. They were sitting at a table, discussing something animatedly. The Herald was eating stew, his companions were stuffing themselves with pancakes and jam, and the woman was drinking kvass with bagels.