Avesta Of Black And White:
Star Of The Remains
(Part 1)
"Quinn, take that mixture over there. Why are you standing there, Fer? Bring these skinny guys here.
Clouds of steam spread across the town square, while the voice of Samluk's master is heard above it.
We learned the details of our mission and arrived at our destination the night of the following day.
Crystal Palace Arzang ... The only major city in this area after the overthrow of the previous Daevas has literally become an oasis.
In this regard, many poor Ashavans began to arrive here, covering a vacant city without masters with a wave.
... Although not, it is obvious that this is not a capture, but only an appearance. Of course, all migrants, without exception, have relief written on their faces and they actually receive enough food to live tolerably, but there is a shadow in everyone's smile.
None of them are genuinely happy. Intense fear prevents them from feeling happy.
When exactly will they lose it? When exactly will that time pass? They cannot get rid of the anxiety that has settled in their souls, and in each of them the fragility of a frightened animal is felt.
Even the town square, which is supposed to be a place of lively excitement, looks a little bleak. People push themselves incessantly, but their energy is more like a funeral procession.
Or maybe it's as if they are climbing the scaffold ... Something like that.
- Oh, honestly, how crazy you are. You don't have enough courage! Okay, eat, eat more! Do not hesitate, I will forgive everyone!
Samluk stacks a mountain of food on the tray as the most rude waitress in the world. I play the role of a more diligent waitress, while Fer monitors and leads the line.
Simply put, we help with food distribution, and now this is our main activity.
Three days have passed since our arrival in Arzang, but no noticeable change has occurred. We support all those who are physically and mentally disabled and go to great lengths to lift their spirits.
By the way, Zurvan is probably now drinking alcohol at the mansion, where he deliberately took up residence. He told us to do charity work, while he himself has fun.
Of course, I don't like it, it even makes me angry, but I find it commendable that Samluk works hard, even though he mutters pests under his breath. It is necessary to learn from her and separate dissatisfaction with Zurvan from acts of mercy.
Even if she separates you very diligently - or rather, make everything look very much like a fun start.
Perhaps, given our responsibility to attract as much attention as possible to ourselves, that decision can be considered the right one.
For this restless whirlwind, time flies, and ...
- Okay, thank you all. See you tomorrow!
After finishing distributing the food of the day, we left, waving to the people who tend to bow before us. But, of course, we cannot return to base immediately.
From morning to night, we are mainly busy working with the locals, but we have another responsibility, which we assume as soon as the shadows start to thicken. And this is the search and extermination of strangers.
- Well, maybe we can catch someone today? There is no urine to support, my hands are itchy and idle.
"You're talking, Fer. But are you sure you can handle it? You're so weak.
- No frivolity. I still serve yazata for much longer than you do. In general, you will see everything for yourself.
We spent the night in Arzang, exchanging these gallant phrases. However, this is just a game for the audience, as we conduct a more meaningful dialogue with silent voices.
"All right, right? Boldly, as if we don't understand anything."
"Stupid, no doubt. That's how you behave more often, so you don't have to think again."
"About that ?!" Samluk's "voice" is heard in the head several times louder than usual. I lightly massage my temples, adjusting my sensitivity over and over again.
"Please control yourself. The stronger your emotions, the louder the voice of your conscience, and your screams startle me. From the outside, my reaction will seem unnatural, won't it?"
Everything we do on this planet sees and hears Kaihosru. Therefore, we are doing everything possible to prevent information leakage.
We conduct business negotiations only by telepathy and, in words, we play the simpleton who are not concerned with possible dangers. I must admit that this performance has a slight hoax tone, but we didn't find any other options, and this one already works well.
The transfer of information remains my basic function, which I perform regularly, but communication between all members of the team is a completely different matter. In short, it is necessary to establish a telepathic connection between Samluk and Fer, between Fer and Zurvan, and so on.
Of course, it takes some effort, but as you can see from the current state of affairs, it is quite possible. We are connected to each other by Vohu Mana feathers, which means that the main work of synchronizing consciousness has already been done. If you add this to my Vote, a "Do" command is enough to achieve the desired result.
"And yet I still don't understand ... If we had a reason to keep our tongues closed, why not reveal ourselves in advance?"
"Are you talking about this again? I mean, you can't expect any logic from Zurvan. I think I just wanted to see our confusion or something."
Or he didn't want us to behave suspiciously. It is possible that if we were told everything in the sacred kingdom, we would be constantly repeating stress.
Urgent, mandatory and imperative performance. If you put us in this position, we can play surprisingly well.
Especially someone like Samluk, who always prefers to go ahead.
"I can hear everything, Quinn. Who did you call a stupid boar?"
- AND?
I turn and meet Samluk, who looks at me cruelly. It seems that my "voice" leaked, and I even reacted accidentally, so the two begin to feel like teasing me more.
"You know, you look so detached all the time, but inside you, it seems, are you constantly complaining about everyone? And how can you not get tired?"
"She's usually a dark nature, at her core. You must have guessed, after all, it's not just that she likes to spy on others in her spare time."
"Not that I did it because I love it ..."
I am used to reading other people's thoughts, but not to the fact that they read my thoughts. The fact that it was pointed out so precisely makes me uneasy.
Due to the fact that it has expanded the synchronization field, even a small amount of noise begins to enter it. We need to adjust it a little more.
- Come on, get out, somebody! What, you bastards, were afraid of?
As if he were laughing, chasing away my embarrassment, Samluk screams with all his might. We followed his example and continued to walk the streets, screaming every now and then all kinds of insolence. Time goes by and at night we find fewer and fewer people. The best time for a surprise killer attack.
However, even now, Drujwants are not visible or audible. All three days, we just do this, we waste our energy and Samluk spits out mentally.
"Somehow, the result is zero. Did Kaihosru see us for sure?"
"I'm sure he underestimates us. He certainly only sees loud mice in us."
"Possibly. However, your personal visit would be very inadequate."
"It's possible?"
"Probably not."
The option in which Kaihosru personally appears to kill us is not a good omen for us other than absolute surrender, but Fer says that we should not worry about that.
"Based on the data we have, Kaihosru is a typical Drujwant king. He likes to be comfortable on his throne, but at the same time it is extremely difficult to climb."
Let the gardener work in the garden. Apparently, he believes that this is not a real case. I see no flaw in Ferra's logic and I agree with him.
"On the other hand, our current situation is very inconvenient in the opposite direction. Did Kaihosru decide to ignore us?"
"Don't you even want to send your henchmen here?"
"Yes. I mean, he underestimates us and hardly thinks we can do anything. For Yazata, this is a much bigger shame ... but the main problem here is that it makes it much more difficult for us to meet up with Arma."
"Really? But then our whole plan goes down the drain!"
She is absolutely right and I breathe out tiredly. A direct confrontation with Kaihosru will end in our death, but in this case, it will only be necessary to send us new yazats to replace them. For us, this is the worst possible scenario, but for the sacred kingdom it will not be a defeat.
But if we go without attention, things will get worse. If we are not considered a significant threat, it will end our entire plan.
At the moment, it is as follows.
