Happy Life
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- Ha-ha-ha! Can you believe it? I made the old woman sit on a shovel and then threw her into the furnace! A-ha-ha-ha! - The twitching leg kicked the warrior in the ribs again.
Without hiding his disgust, both at this entertaining story and at its taste, he finally takes off the meager load of six or seven rennes from his shoulder and puts it on the ground.
- They're here. You're on your own from here. Walk.
She stares at him in bewilderment for a few moments, almost turning red with anger.
- We don't do things like that here. And behave yourself, - he cuts off this pantomime dryly, not allowing her to object, and leaves the tunnel.
Putting the book away, she hurries after him, firmly intending to put the insolent servant in his place, but the view that opens up stops her.
- Nothing special, - finally, adjusting her glasses, she dismissively waves her hand. - Just a hole. But this is good, - her finger casually points to the tall Tower. - So, what do you have here?
- Everything you need, - there is no need to explain to this country bumpkin, her eyes will see everything for themselves. - I don't know about you, but I'm tired of scraping mushrooms off the walls.
Pushing away the unpleasant thoughts about the recent failure, he goes up to the city to finally have a proper meal after a long time. Behind him, he hears panting and the sound of heels.
Without hiding his disgust, both at this entertaining story and at its taste, he finally takes off the meager load of six or seven rennes from his shoulder and puts it on the ground.
- They're here. You're on your own from here. Walk.
She stares at him in bewilderment for a few moments, almost turning red with anger.
- We don't do things like that here. And behave yourself, - he cuts off this pantomime dryly, not allowing her to object, and leaves the tunnel.
Putting the book away, she hurries after him, firmly intending to put the insolent servant in his place, but the view that opens up stops her.
- Nothing special, - finally, adjusting her glasses, she dismissively waves her hand. - Just a hole. But this is good, - her finger casually points to the tall Tower. - So, what do you have here?
- Everything you need, - there is no need to explain to this country bumpkin, her eyes will see everything for themselves. - I don't know about you, but I'm tired of scraping mushrooms off the walls.
Pushing away the unpleasant thoughts about the recent failure, he goes up to the city to finally have a proper meal after a long time. Behind him, he hears panting and the sound of heels.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
