-- First, tell me more about your lands, Baron. Castles, vassals, movable property, and other mundane aspects of life.- Former lands. It's not a very happy story. After departing for the Void, my father left our lands in a rather poor state. The castles were sold during his lifetime, the serfs and vassals scattered, the estate fell into disrepair, and the treasury was almost empty. I was too young and foolish to fix anything. I only had the sense not to make things worse. Later, as I grew older, I began to gradually restore the former glory. My beloved helped me with this. However... it was not meant to be. Everything burned to the ground, including her," - although Cassius embellished the story, the thoughts of Laura added an emotional component to his speech, making the story much more believable. - And now I am here. A miraculously surviving wanderer, albeit of noble birth.
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The performance was indeed quite good.
Returning to her seat, the alchemist suddenly remembered that she sometimes had to prepare a remedy for cockroaches because clients suffering from them categorically refused to use spiders and other natural enemies of these insects. I wonder what this cockroach in armor would prefer - to be eaten or poisoned?
-- My brother told me everything. Imagine, almost last! Did he think I would abandon him? Or that I would refuse the most daring venture since the Empire? Pfft. Of course, I will go on the expedition.
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- I see... What are the plans for now? Are we just sitting here and watching?
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Hargen can, in principle, leave the next day.
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- Such an offer from you is worth a lot. I'm not in a hurry," he nods. - That would be wonderful.
-- I swear, he has a grudge against me," Amadeo, who finally returned his lute, returns to the orchestra, as usual, with a goblet in his hand. -- I just don't understand why. But let's give the scoundrel credit - he has a good ear. Okay, let's get back to the program. Gunnlaug, are you ready?
-- Like, f***ing never. Let them start crying.
The instrument is resolutely seized, eyes intently follow the feasting, the strings pause for a few brief moments, preparing to inflict damage on sanity.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт