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#347
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- Times have always been like this; here's the money.
Zalatov laughed loudly, took two packs of crumpled bills (16000) from the table, and threw them to Sarael and Rayvelin.
- You don't need to count them.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#348
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The house of the death master didn't stand out among other stone buildings. Except, of course, for the large number of wooden crates near it. A skeleton stood at the door, dressed in black trousers, a white shirt, and a black vest.
- Good day to you! - Tiberius greeted the skeleton. - Excellent outfit, sir. It complements the color of your skull perfectly. Is the owner at home? I'd like to stop by for a few minutes.

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#349
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Zalato laughed loudly, took two crumpled stacks of bills (16000) from the table, and tossed them to Sarael and Rayvelin.
- You don't need to count them.
After taking the money, Ray decided to first visit the "Eternal Rest" tavern. Usually, you can hear many interesting things in such establishments.
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#350
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- Hey, buddy, - Sarael called out to Ray, whom he had just finished collecting money with, - want to grab a bite? Let's stop by the tavern.
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#351
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-Good day to you! - Tiberius greeted the skeleton. -Excellent outfit, sir. It complements the color of your skull perfectly. So, may I have a moment to speak with your master?
The skeleton gestured for Tiberius to follow him. He led him to the back of the house. There, he opened the doors to the basement. In the first room, the mage found skeletons lying on shelves carved into the stone, each wearing a paper tag with inscriptions in the Halekhide language. As soon as the skeleton servant closed the basement door, torches lit up, illuminating the path forward. The next room was the same. Tiberius had to descend three more levels underground until he found himself in a large, spacious hall. There were many different skeletons standing around. Some were wearing armor, others were wearing robes. In the center of the hall, on a huge table, lay a dead man. Standing over him, scalpel in hand, was, apparently, the master of death himself.
- Welcome, traveler, - he said to Tiberius without looking up from his work.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#352
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- Hey, buddy, - Sarael called out to Ray, whom he had just finished collecting money with, - want to grab a bite? Let's head to the tavern.
- You won't believe it, I was just about to go there... And it's safer to travel together with this much money.
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#353
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Having collected the money, Ray decided to first visit the "Eternal Rest" tavern. Usually, one can hear many interesting things in such establishments.

"Hey, buddy," Sarael called out to Ray, with whom he had just received the money, "don't you want to grab a bite? Let's go to the tavern."

This establishment was built for sailors and travelers. Halechyids rarely spent time in such places, so it was quite empty. A thin man sat behind the counter, his indifferent gaze fixed on the floor. Skeletons walked between the tables, serving food to the few patrons.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#354
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- Good day, - said Sarael, approaching the counter. - What's on the menu?
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#355
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While Sarael was talking to the owner of the establishment, Raveling decided to listen to what the few visitors were chatting about.
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#356
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...I need people like you, brave and without... strong.
"I see you are still intent on carrying out your stupi... stupendous experiments." ©
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- If you are looking for a teacher, then we don't do that here. The Academy does that. But it's in another city. So I can't help you.
— Ah, so you are an alchemist too? — Kyk perked up. — And where exactly do you gather herbs around here?

В тихой однообразной жизни всегда так бывает: каждый отдельный день бесконечно долог, но месяцы и годы мчатся с непостижимой быстротой.

I wanted to offer you some flowers, but a crown would suit a princess like you much better

Смысл жизни в том, что жизнь на тебе не заканчивается
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#357
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- Good day, - greeted Sarael, approaching the counter. - What's on the menu?
- It's neither a good day nor any day at all, - the owner replied listlessly, as if he had just woken up, and began to slowly list what was on the menu. - On the menu, we have fresh vegetables, fruits, buckwheat porridge, wheat porridge, oatmeal, pea porridge, rice porridge, semolina porridge, barley porridge, and stale meat from the Histhean steppe cows.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#358
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The skeleton gestured for Tiberius to follow him. He led him to the back of the house. There, he opened the doors to the basement. In the first room, where the mage found himself, skeletons lay on shelves carved into the stone, with paper tags around their necks bearing inscriptions in the Halekhide language. As soon as the skeleton servant closed the basement door, torches lit up, illuminating the path ahead. The next room was the same. Tiberius had to descend another three levels underground until he found himself in a large, spacious hall. There were many different skeletons. Some of them were wearing armor, others were wearing robes. In the center of the hall, on a huge table, lay a dead man. Above him, holding a scalpel, stood, apparently, the master of death.
- Welcome, traveler, - he said to Tiberius without looking up from his work.
After greeting the stranger once more, Tiberius watched his work with fascination.
-It's a pity that I wasn't born in these lands, - the mage said with a sigh. -But you are a very skilled master. I have always been interested in and admired the Halekhide's skills in the art of using what seem to be completely empty shells, if I may say so. I myself spent several years traveling through these places, trying to learn at least a little about this art, but, as you can see, it takes not only a lot of time but also a special talent. Excuse me, am I disturbing you?

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#359
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- Me too! That's why I need people like you, brave and... fearless. Are you sure you don't want to?
- Unless the payment for your help turns out to be very generous, which I highly doubt. It would be cheaper to buy a couple of slaves for experiments. Or find some beggar willing to risk their health for a pittance.
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#360
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While Sarael was talking to the owner of the establishment, Rayvelin decided to listen to what the few visitors were chatting about.
- Yesterday, my brother told me that the plague appeared in the capital of the Fortress, - said a tanned sailor to his companion.
- Really?
- Yeah, it seems to be serious. The people of the Fortress ignored the warnings of local healers and sorcerers, and the disease spread.
- Well, it won't reach us.
- After the Glacier was closed, the number of sick people decreased.
- Good thing I'm already going home.
- You're lucky, but my ship still has to go to the Histia port. I hope I don't catch that thing there.
- Just don't catch anything in a brothel. Ha-ha!
- Go away.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#361
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- Buckwheat with vegetables would be fine for me. - Initially, the elf intended to ask the human for some information, but his apathetic behavior hindered his original intention.