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- That's too cynical a view. The world isn't that hopeless, otherwise the entire continent would have died out long ago, and your region even more so. But he was right about the minced meat. He meant that you should avoid relationships with someone so unpredictable, and not tie your life to them even within cannon shot. Are there any positive stories about her, or at least ones that don't reek of chthonic horror? I still can't shake the feeling that it's not all so one-sided. Tenacious people don't get by without a screen or two.
- Well, I don't even know what to tell you. Probably not? But you know, we have an underground literary genre where she plays the role of a heroine and gets into all sorts of absurd situations, most often of a very obscene nature... Quite amusing writing, but you'd better not be caught with it by the guard, or you'll regret it.
Finding himself in the middle of the long-awaited bar, Lester was met with the unfriendly attitude of the working men present.
- The milord shows up without a speck of dust, - someone trying to stay out of sight muttered in a low voice.
- Now he'll start calling us to take up swords for some mythical debt, - hissed a second.
- Why don't Deus and the Faithful fight it out 1 on 1 and not drag all of us into their noble squabbles? - Sighed a third. - Preferably without clothes and in the mud, hehe.
Besides the vulgar and disgruntled masses, there was also a curious trio in the bar.
The man, reminiscent of a bear, reeked of the sea and the earth; his mighty stature and steely gaze scared off random visitors to the establishment.
The stylish and more neatly-built guest attracted the attention of the opposite sex - and could have given the Knight of Dawnsteel a run for his money.
Their companion could not be called particularly imposing, cute, or sexy, but there was something unearthly and mesmerizing about her pale appearance.
- It seems your prediction has come true again. - Looking at Lester and his squire, the neater of the two addressed the blue-haired lady. - The candidate indeed appeared in this unremarkable establishment the moment we crossed its threshold.
- The quality of his soul is good, but whether his heart lies with our path - even I cannot see yet. Hey, mister! - The pale lady waved her hand meekly at the newcomer. - Do you have any desire to leave your life behind and plunge into the abyss of hell with us?
- Master. Master) - Alceus whispered to his lord. - Maybe we should get out of here, isn't this a minced-meat situation right now?