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– We’re here for reconnaissance, – Gerda Wenling said quietly. – We have no money. And it might be dangerous. We need to go back and report.

-We need to find transportation, clothes, food, weapons, and preferably shelter, - replied Wenling. -Otherwise, in four days, we'll end up in the same place, but with thirty more people, not counting Tant and the Prince.

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-If you're actually planning to take the rest of them with us, and not leave them in the Castle, - she added.

but the prince offered you a weapon, and you didn't take it.

It seems they took the rifle and pistol, and there was nothing else valuable for my character there.

Gerda sighed. "Yes, we don't have any money, but it's not practical to return to Tant without transportation; it would be difficult to lead such a large group through the forest. Even if Tant and the prince still have gold or revaenite."
-- Okay. But how?

-I don't know. Our squad has many of the most interesting and well-rounded individuals, - with these words, Wenling looked at Vladimir and Angus, - we'll come up with something together.

He offered three pistols, a rifle, a rocket launcher, a knife, and maybe something else. Locken took the rifle and rocket launcher, I took a pistol, although I could take a second one too, if that's what he meant, but no one else took anything.

While the others were busy with their own affairs, talking to each other or reading about the changes in the world, Angus, along with his subordinate Vladimir, slipped out of the building. Of course, Angus had made sure beforehand that no one noticed and followed them. After that, he headed into the forest, away from the city. He was still in a state of shock from what he had read, although it didn't show on his face. And the Tirian who decided to attack him, a truly foolish and ridiculous creature, chose the worst possible moment to do so. That's when Angus's patience snapped, and he decided to kill two birds with one stone: get rid of the scoundrel and check if all the demons were dead. But, after leaving the city, Angus doubted his plan; the ritual could take a long time. So, after moving a sufficient distance from the city, Angus used the Mark of Death on the Tirian, just to be sure. For extra measure, he also ordered Vladimir to bang his head against the nearest boulder until he came to his senses. I wanted to avoid this, honestly. But since someone decided to make it their goal to interfere with my plans, let them face the consequences.

Oh, well, never mind, there's nothing worthwhile left in the arsenal anyway.

I wanted to avoid this, honestly. But since someone made it their goal to interfere with my game, let them face the consequences.

I don't understand how this interfered with your game. You didn't even lose any health.
Vladimir obediently carried out the order.

Well, Vladimir basically dies.

Volodya didn't listen to his wife and died, a sad story...

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GOOD NIGHT SWEET PRINCE

Alright, Aretz. If Revan allows it, I'll take the knife.
-- Well, we can't go around stealing buses. Again...
Gerda didn't pay much attention to the two of them; she just saw them arguing and then leaving.
-- Should we go see what's up? -- she rolled her eyes briefly. "They always find something to do!"

"He already lived for several hundred years longer than he should have. I hope the others will understand."
Angus wearily looked at the corpse of the Tirian and sighed heavily before heading back to the bar.