“Great spirits are our teachers!” the leader of cultists repeated, holding a book in his arms above his head. “They have bestowed this book on us as a proof! As a proof that we are on the right way! As grateful followers, we will show them our gratitude! We will sacrifice a lot of victims in the future for the great spirits! We will hold the greatest feast in their name!”

The people cheered.

“Leader, this time we also must find and capture only demihumans?!” suddenly someone exclaimed from a mob.

“No! Capture humans as well! The more – the better!”

Oculmust didn't know why the last time he had given a command to capture only demihumans and why he had chosen only five of them as an offering. It was strange. Usually their cult sacrificed both humans and demihumans. But why did I give that command the last time?

The cultists cheered. They like this order. They started even to chant. “The more – the better!”

Meanwhile, a great spirit – who had sent the book in the arms of Oculmust – wrote his message. It appeared on a page of the close book. Therefore, none could see this message.

The leader of cultists continued his speech. He told his followers about their right path! He promised them gold, fame, and honor in this life and a good life with the great spirits in their after life.

The people cheered many times while listened to Oculmust.

Soon many cultists left their camp to find and capture as much as possible humans and demihumans.

The cultists leader placed the crimson book on the altar. He couldn't experience its hatred and a desire of blood anymore. I need to have some rest.

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Turera. At the city streets. Poonkey

The inquisitors were left behind. That ultra adorable “Meaowwwwww!” attack had stupefied those fools by a power of cuteness.

Now the little cat ran down the street. He wanted to find and drank a mug of fat sweet milk. Thus sometimes he halted and sniffed the air in a hope to find a familiar scent.

Finally Poonkey had found the scent that he had been looking for. “Meow!”

The cat followed it. Soon he reached a bazaar that looked ransacked with some corpses across. “Meow?! Meow!”

Poonkey moved forward and came to the stall. It lay on its side.

“Meow!” the cat moved forward.

A little later he had found some spilled milk on the road. “Meow!”

Poonkey wasn't happy. He didn't have any wish to lick milk from the road!

“Woof! Woof!” unexpectedly the cat heard from behind. Meow?!

He turned around in a hurry and saw a large angry dog that stood not far from Poonkey.

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The next choices only for Poonkey

[I will run way! This dog is large and scary!]

[I will fight against this dog! I'm brave and strong!]

[I will say “Meow” to the dog!]

[I will try ultra adorable “Meaowwwwww!” attack again!]

Or your choice

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Turera. Nameless

Nameless heard a familiar voice that whispered to him. [Fine you can rest, disciple. But those inquisitors are persistent, at least find somewhere safe and trustworthy that doesn't cost anything and will be a place that the inquisitors wouldn't even think to look. and while you're at it try to find a way to completely mask your scent so that their bloodhound won't find you. And don't worry about those girls, they were...how do you say...loony?]

The man thought that such voice could belong only to a wise person. Once more a picture of an old teacher - who stroked his long white beard while gave his advice to a young disciple – appeared in the man's head.

I need find a free, safe, trustworthy place where the inquisitors will not even think to look in.

Nameless started to ponder. An inn? No, it's no free. Any empty house? It's not safe. A sewer? It's also not safe. Besides, those inquisitors – whoever they are – will definitely think to look for me there. A temple? That place hardly be called “trustworthy” or even “safe”. The inquisitors could inform the monks about me or even came there to mobilize people for my search.

The man continued to stay still at the street, pondering. He thought about many possible hideouts, but Nameless couldn't find any place that could be “safe”, “trustworthy”, “free”, and “where the inquisitors will not even think to look” together. Every place had its own risks.

Finally the man felt that a will of the voices weakened. He shook his head. At least I didn't do anything stupid this time.

Nameless came in the nearest inn and ordered a room.

In the room he closed the front door and placed his belongings next to the bed. Then the man lay on the bed and shut his eyes. Quickly he fell asleep.

The voices began to whisper.

[Wake up! You need to run away! The inquisitors are close!]

[Rest! You have deserved it! Even if the inquisitors capture you, at least you will have some rest!]

[I gift you a pleasant dream!]

[I gift you a wet dream!]

Or your choice