Happy Life
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- I'll move forward for now. I need to finish up a quick task. I'll be in the canteen, waiting for supplies, - having announced this thought to those present, Ukon grabbed a couple of bags, or whatever else they wanted, and made a quick detour past the board, looting some leather and wood.
From a distance, he noticed a small figure huddled near a house.
Sitting on a bench near Svarog and swinging her legs, Chernika was counting ants. Feeling a surge of energy after her 1000th post, which she mistakenly took to be a miraculous effect of a source, she descended the mountain much more easily. She wanted to tell him something, but he was nowhere to be found. - Fourteen thousand eight hundred and six... Fourteen thousand eight hundred and seven... Fourteen thousand eight hundred and eight... And where are those idiots taking him? He decided to ditch me, the bastard. That's a big mistake, - she waves the cross like a hammer, imagining how she would hammer it into his head right between the stumps of his horns. - Well, I'll get him!
The cross hits something hard - Ukon's palm.
- You'll poke someone's eye out, - the face, which had slightly smoothed out its frown, was now even gloomier.
- I would poke your eye out! You know how long I've been sitting here? They'll chase me away with a broom soon! - jumping off the bench, she stamps her foot comically and angrily, at the same time in a very mundane way, not paying attention to the ants that might get under her boot.
- I needed to think.
- You don't need to think, you need to work, bending your back in three ways, - she folds her hands on her chest and turns away haughtily.
- I'm going to the surface. I found the organizers, they'll be here soon. We don't know how yet, but I noticed a firm intention in them. But I will definitely return - that's my word, - she directs a concrete-slab-like gaze into her glasses.
- Ha! So big and bearded, and he believes in children's fairy tales. You won't find anything, you'll only break your legs. If it were possible, someone else would have done it long ago.
The big-bearded man twirls his beard with a large finger.
- And yet, I don't see any other future for myself, - "and frankly, no future at all".
- Your only future is to bow down and hand me a heavy bag of gold, and then you can grow moss. And be sure - tricks won't work on me. Behind this grace and aesthetics lies a calculating and ruthless mind, - Chernika said this phrase without her usual silliness, her violet eyes, at that moment, without blinking, looked straight into the soul, as if giving off an aura of coldness. - I will monitor the process. Maybe, if your above-ground world exists, it will be full of riches.
- This is not a game, - Ukon shakes his head. - Anything can happen along the way...
- And I'm not playing a game. Live at least another hundred years before you try to teach me, - she said this strange phrase through gritted teeth, and plopped back onto the bench, her voice returning to its mocking tone. - Waiting again? Well, you're slow. So, what was it... One thousand one hundred... nineteen hundred... twenty-fifty?... Well done, you threw me off.
The huge figure heavily sits down on the neighboring seat.
Added 2 hours 33 minutes ago
so, are there any questions left? Astral can craft carts only with iron and wood, and only ore is found in the mineral waters. So, it will probably be necessary to return in any case, and go through the bridge again, where the wood grows, if we consider such a scenario.
unless you can get wood somewhere else, but that's unlikely. + it's not yet clear when the activities will refresh. Maybe there will be some skip after their completion, or maybe not.
but the carts on the main account will probably be useful in any case.
From a distance, he noticed a small figure huddled near a house.
Sitting on a bench near Svarog and swinging her legs, Chernika was counting ants. Feeling a surge of energy after her 1000th post, which she mistakenly took to be a miraculous effect of a source, she descended the mountain much more easily. She wanted to tell him something, but he was nowhere to be found. - Fourteen thousand eight hundred and six... Fourteen thousand eight hundred and seven... Fourteen thousand eight hundred and eight... And where are those idiots taking him? He decided to ditch me, the bastard. That's a big mistake, - she waves the cross like a hammer, imagining how she would hammer it into his head right between the stumps of his horns. - Well, I'll get him!
The cross hits something hard - Ukon's palm.
- You'll poke someone's eye out, - the face, which had slightly smoothed out its frown, was now even gloomier.
- I would poke your eye out! You know how long I've been sitting here? They'll chase me away with a broom soon! - jumping off the bench, she stamps her foot comically and angrily, at the same time in a very mundane way, not paying attention to the ants that might get under her boot.
- I needed to think.
- You don't need to think, you need to work, bending your back in three ways, - she folds her hands on her chest and turns away haughtily.
- I'm going to the surface. I found the organizers, they'll be here soon. We don't know how yet, but I noticed a firm intention in them. But I will definitely return - that's my word, - she directs a concrete-slab-like gaze into her glasses.
- Ha! So big and bearded, and he believes in children's fairy tales. You won't find anything, you'll only break your legs. If it were possible, someone else would have done it long ago.
The big-bearded man twirls his beard with a large finger.
- And yet, I don't see any other future for myself, - "and frankly, no future at all".
- Your only future is to bow down and hand me a heavy bag of gold, and then you can grow moss. And be sure - tricks won't work on me. Behind this grace and aesthetics lies a calculating and ruthless mind, - Chernika said this phrase without her usual silliness, her violet eyes, at that moment, without blinking, looked straight into the soul, as if giving off an aura of coldness. - I will monitor the process. Maybe, if your above-ground world exists, it will be full of riches.
- This is not a game, - Ukon shakes his head. - Anything can happen along the way...
- And I'm not playing a game. Live at least another hundred years before you try to teach me, - she said this strange phrase through gritted teeth, and plopped back onto the bench, her voice returning to its mocking tone. - Waiting again? Well, you're slow. So, what was it... One thousand one hundred... nineteen hundred... twenty-fifty?... Well done, you threw me off.
The huge figure heavily sits down on the neighboring seat.
Added 2 hours 33 minutes ago
so, are there any questions left? Astral can craft carts only with iron and wood, and only ore is found in the mineral waters. So, it will probably be necessary to return in any case, and go through the bridge again, where the wood grows, if we consider such a scenario.
unless you can get wood somewhere else, but that's unlikely. + it's not yet clear when the activities will refresh. Maybe there will be some skip after their completion, or maybe not.
but the carts on the main account will probably be useful in any case.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
