🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

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The man looked sadly at Tsulak.

"Ah, it's easy for you to say. It's clear that you don't have a family," the warrior emptied another mug of ale. "I even envy you, just a little. When you have many children and half of them are doing things they shouldn't be, it's very easy to become an alcoholic and fall into despair. My advice to you, brother: don't have more than three offspring! No matter what experts say about humanity's need to reproduce."

The father looked mournfully at the attractive female warrior sitting at a table in the distance. He seemed to be reminiscing about his past days of carefree youth.

— Offspring? Who knows! — Tsulak waved his hand dismissively. — My job is to beat up monsters and non-monsters, take care of important matters, and generally do heroic things. And when offspring appear, let them take care of themselves if they aren't weaklings. There's no need to coddle them; otherwise, they will grow up to be crybabies! — he calls out to someone with ale. — But all this is later, brother! For now, I really am childless and insignificant. So, I need to get stronger as quickly as possible. Like you, man. By the way, my name is Tsulak, and yours?

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🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊