Raven's Soul. Volume 2 - стр. 7
– Exactly," the healer grinned. – A weapon. You have a dagger with Andrada magic that can't kill, I have claws that can hardly fight monsters with… We need something else. A weapon that could kill even the most hideous of monsters quite easily.
Evans knew the purpose of his queen's journey: she told him about her witch grandmother, the poison Hund had used to poison King Derek, and the herbs needed to make the antidote. She did not forget to mention the unknown "Guardians" they were sure to meet on their way. It was the first time the healer himself had heard of these creatures, but as soon as Sylvia's confession reached his ears, he immediately thought of a plan, and that was why he had stolen a whole precious week of the Queen's time and brought it to Emmerlend: they needed to acquire a weapon worse and more formidable than steel claws and a lady's dagger, which could not be used to take a life, even at the risk of their own.
– I see you're quite good at this sort of thing. But what exactly do you want to find? – The demoness asked, somewhat flattered by Evans's knowledge.
– Have you ever heard of the Dead Man's Axe?
– What an interesting name… No, it's the first time I've heard it.
– Of course you haven't. It's such an ancient weapon that the knowledge of how to forge it has long been lost. It seems there are only three copies left in all of Vakkerland… Or even two. – The healer's eyes lit up with excitement and admiration.
– But are you sure we'll be able to buy it? If this axe is as rare as you say, it's unlikely that we'll be able to find it in such a short period of time, and if we do, my gold won't be enough…" Sylvia said with excitement in her chest.
– I know where he is. Don't worry about it," Evans interrupted, smiling. – I may only be a miserable court healer and a hermit before that, but I have useful connections in Emmerlend. Don't worry about the gold; we'll think of something. If we have to, we'll rob the house of one of the town's gemstone and coin lovers.
– Evans Vallas, you're a dangerous mage! – Sylvia shook her head jokingly. This man was opening up to her more and more, and what she was learning about him pleased her. He was so cozy, so easy to be with. He understood her half a word.
"And Derek only thinks about himself, his children and Katarina. He said he let her go, but something tells me he's just using my love for him to save himself," the demoness's mind suddenly raced. This insistent whisper of her own mind made Sylvia cold at the thought that she had volunteered to risk her life to save the one who had been so cruel to her, who had almost exterminated her people and who only wanted an heir from her. But is he even needed now? – If I died at the hands of one of the monsters, it would be so convenient for Derek to declare mourning for the "suddenly deceased queen" and marry another girl. Or maybe he'll marry Andrade then? This magician hides her feelings for him from everyone, but she couldn't deceive me… What if this journey is their insidious plan to take my life, to eliminate me without getting my hands dirty? After all, Andrada is so strong that she can't handle finding these herbs on her own. She can easily kill any monster… She said she doesn't know what the right herbs look like, but that fox might have lied…"