Небо
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-- Hello, I've acquired two slaves, and I'd like to register them, -- said Ellison, producing some papers.
If the others entered with him (depending on whether it's appropriate to form a crowd in such a situation), Vikayla, meanwhile, slyly points with her finger at a painting and approaches to examine it.
The administrator briefly glanced at the handsome young man, but she didn't have time for that now.
- Guys, please take care of cleaning up this mess, - she said to the legionaries. They obeyed and began cleaning. - Hello. Slave registration, of course. Right now. Oh, you're in luck, there are registration forms left. So, Ellison... temporarily residing... Oh, I remember you, you registered with me before. Here, take a form, fill it out, and have the slaves fill out these forms as well. Then give them to me.
The administrator's secretary gave the cultist a stack of papers and began listening to other citizens.
- So, do you like painting? - asked the froglet to Vikayla and approached her.
Added 4 minutes later
--Oh, I should have guessed. --Felian said, slightly disappointed. --I'm very sorry. --Deciding not to linger and spoil the barmaid's mood, the fairy reached for his pouch. --Almost forgot to pay. --He counted out four axots. --For the pleasant conversation, Hilda. --He also replied with a friendly smile.
"Did someone drop this during the scuffle? I should return it, it might be important." --The fairy decides to pick up and examine the find.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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