🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The old man smiled slyly.

– Glad to be doing business with you, young apprentice. They call the thief Bular. And he's not from around here. To tell you the truth, I don't know where he comes from. But he looks like someone who has seen hardship. He rarely visits the settlement of scholars, but when he does, it’s always for a reason. If you met him, then there must be a good reason. A pleasant fellow. He trades in all sorts of things.

Now Aristarch is tired enough to snuggle up next to Zaya on the soft bed.

"Apprentice… Well, let's say "apprentice". Whatever you say, grandpa."

– "Pleasant"??? You said "pleasant"? Are you kidding me, old… uh… "dear little apprentice"?… He's a thief… and he even steals from those who… never mind, anyway… In short, he steals from his own people… I don't want to see him or have anything to do with him ever again…
– How do you even know that I met him?
– Listen, are you by any chance an alchemist? Maybe he's just you after drinking some kind of transformation potion. Huh? – Now it was Aristarch's turn to chuckle slyly...