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Cop, give your ring to Tantu.

No, I knew it would be exactly like this!

- Understood. Well, I suggest we venture out into the world. This will not only give us information but also shed light on the fate of this passenger. Knight, I need to repair my weapon and acquire some additional equipment and armor. Let's check what happened to your supplies.
He turned his gaze back to the Warlock. Placing his hands on his hips, leaning over the captive, and almost tickling him with his beard, he growled:
- So, you sabotaged the operation and gathered data. Where do you serve? Which department, what is your rank?

Vladimir calmly met the gaze of the Koranian - he himself had conducted many interrogations:
-There is no system of departments or ranks in Asode, at least, I was not informed about them. From what I understand, the leadership simply assigns operatives to missions based on their abilities. I haven't been working in Asode for very long, so I might be wrong, though.

- It's already done, - replied the prince. - It seems that the blast wave didn't reach one of the rooms. However... there are only three pistols (+5 magazines), an assault rifle (+1 magazine), a rocket launcher (+1 rocket), and a good Tyrian combat knife. Everything else is in the same condition as your equipment. Unfortunately, when I was designing this place, I didn't consider the possibility of the generator exploding. As for the spells, I don't want to mess with this person's mind again.

if need be, will you give me a gun?

As for the spells, I don't want to torture this person's mind again.

Despite his dislike for nobles, Vladimir felt genuine gratitude towards this man:
-Thank you, Prince. I promise I won't try to escape, - said Vova, dodging Ramzan's beard.

- Don't try to fool me. I recognize a Tierian anywhere, anytime. You've been trained. I'm asking the question again. I won't repeat it again!

- I didn't want to do it myself, thank you for lifting this heavy burden from my shoulders.
"Let's hope the prince's naivety doesn't backfire on us."

- Don't try to fool me. I recognize a Tierian anywhere, anytime. You're trained. I'm asking you again. I won't repeat myself!

-Ah, so you're from Corania? Well, alright. Does the "Alpha" unit mean anything to you? - Vladimir's words were laced with arrogance.

- He says. Among other things, he mentions that you are here, most likely for reasons that I can understand. Well, it's for your own good if you haven't lied to us. Otherwise – I hope you won't argue that applying our standard procedures to you would be perfectly justified.
Having finished his tirade, Ramzan took the rifle and rocket launcher from the prince.
- I'm ready, do your thing.

-Oh, what are those guys over there reading? Can I read it too?

- I'm ready, do your thing.

- As I said, I need a power source, otherwise this device won't work. - Thanary stared into the distance. - Imagine you haven't eaten for several weeks; the device won't work without it either.
- If your assumptions are correct, then we may not have eaten for several years. - John remarked rather sharply.

Gerda contemplated the situation and the words of the "detained" Tirian. Finally, she silently shook his hand, showing that she fully trusted him, and then approached Tanarius and handed him the ring. She also felt a little awkward addressing the prince with her problems, but she still timidly pointed to her bandaged jaw, hoping that some medical equipment was still functioning and she could be treated.

After what happened in the Castle, there was no functioning equipment left, but the doctor was eventually found: he turned out to be a man in his 50s, resembling a bear. He examined Gerda and provided her with first aid for her fractures and advised her not to talk too much and to eat slowly.