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one-handed.” Jemas fixed a steely gaze on
Hasina.
    “Captain, you could get us and the guild in trouble for
this.” Jemas put the pad down. “More importantly, you can't experiment on
sapients.”
    “Experimenting? I'm examining , like I'm supposed to.”
Jemas' stare deepened. “I finished the job earlier than expected and, since the
other healer is out sick, I filled in. No extra charge.”
    Her lieutenant raised his eyebrows. “Is this true?” Eric
shrugged. “So the healer just happened to be sick today of all days? What a
coincidence.”
    Hasina clutched her heart in a dramatic fashion. “Your
accusation wounds your captain.” Jemas' expression didn't soften. Hasina
sighed and placed her staff over her heart instead. “I swear on my staff I had
nothing to do with the healer's illness.”
    Jemas put his hands on his hips. “What about the 'cough
syrup' you were passing out?”
    “I got consent for that!” She pulled out a scroll out of her
pocket. “See? Exactly what it was, what it was supposed to do, and the possible
risks.”
    Jemas took the scroll and unrolled it. “You told them it was
candy!”
    “It does taste like candy.” Jemas shook his head and
paid special attention to the names at the bottom to make sure they were not in
his captain's handwriting. Finally satisfied, he rolled the scroll up and
returned it.
    Hasina tapped her foot. “Well?”
     Jemas bowed and said, “I'm sorry for accusing you, Captain.”
    “Uh . . .am I done?” Eric hesitantly asked. The pair had forgotten
him, but he was used to it. Even when he was the subject of a fight, which was
rare, he was quickly forgotten.
    “Oh, Mr. Watley,” Jemas said. “I hope my captain hasn't been
too rough.”
    “N-not at all. I didn't feel a thing.”
    “See?” Hasina exclaimed. “It's just a spell to see what's
inside him.” Her eyes regained their light. “Speaking of which, it's fascinating.
Just like the other Otherworlders, he's very similar to our Homo
Sapiens , and yet different . . .”
    That's what Aio called this world's beings. So they all
have 'sapient' in their scientific name?
     “ . . .Like the others, he has weaker bone structure, less
muscle potential, and only four pigments. Four!” She was so excited she
was almost incomprehensible. “And his spirit! Like a withered plant that
adapted to being withered! Although due to the stronger spirits of the others,
that last one may be due this particular specimen . . .”
    “Captain! Don't be rude!” Jemas shouted. Eric wanted to say
she wasn't being rude and everyone said he was weak, but he couldn't get a word
in edgewise.
    “I'm not being rude, I'm just stating facts,” Hasina
replied. “Okay, the last one is an opinion, but more of an educated guess!”
Jemas rubbed his forehead again.
    “Captain, please, finish the examination so Mr. Watley can
go home.”
    Hasina's eyes lit up again. “Ahh, yes!” She pulled out
needles. “My spell couldn't tell.”
    “ Captain.”
    “Oh, all right.” Hasina put the needles down and grabbed her
staff.
     
    Aio went hysterical when Eric returned to the immigration
dorms. He shouted that Mr. Monotone had cloned himself. The dorm keeper’s eye
twitched, but he walked past Aio without saying a word. Eric explained that it
was a simple examination and Aio wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead.
    “Do you know where the library is?” Eric asked.
     Aio grabbed Eric's wrist and pulled. “I know the perfect
place!”
    “Where are we going?”
    “To the Temple of Zaticana.”
    The Temple of the Language was located in the White Town of
Piety and Pranks adjacent to the Yellow Town of Trade and Creativity, the Grey
Town of Interpretation and Justice, and the Blue Town of Imagination and
Wisdom. On the way, he passed under an arch guarded by two statues. Both of
them were robed and carrying a book in one hand. The other one was empty.
    The Temple itself was made of marble gilded with fool's
gold. Four pillars rose