Supreme
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Suddenly, Katya spoke. I want to marry you. Andrei Padlych, I agree to everything! Now that you're in town, what will you do?
I tie her to an axe and say: "Here, sit with it for a while and think about your behavior, and I'll go get my due salary."
Jumping down, I head towards the tavern. There's terrible chaos in the city... the guards are trying, with varying success, to put out fires or control the drunken crowd...
Near the prison, I stop and observe the following scene... a squad of guards stands opposite a large crowd of townspeople... Apparently, not wanting to use force, the Captain is trying to persuade the most sober people in the crowd to go home...
Captain: Citizens, please calm down, I ask you to go home.
One-Toothed Peasant: Where should we go, protector? Those damned Urgash guys came and set fire to everything.
The crowd erupts in dissatisfied shouts! Author, you're awesome! Captain, kill yourself and your horse, bang your head on the parquet! ****!
Captain: Gentlemen, please calm down... There are no demons in the city, what are you talking about! Calm down!
Earless Merchant: No, they're talking about the lying Izabel! And what's this???
He points at me, observing the whole scene with his mouth open.
The Captain clutches his head... "What the hell is Urgash doing here, this scoundrel???"
I walk up to the crowd and, making a sign that "everything is under control, comrades, let's calm down," I turn to the residents.
"Dear Russians, on this momentous day, we all look to the future... But looking to the future, we cannot forget the past! What have we done? What will serve as the foundation for the progressive formation of a new concept of our worldview? Where is the world degrading? Are the guards to blame for the burning houses? Is the beer to blame for your drunkenness? Think about it! Everyone is responsible for their actions, and as one of my monk friends from the Dragon Monastery used to say: "Don't spit in the mirror if you're not happy with your face." So let us be in self-awareness, in the true Yumsian school, and let us not forget the Admonitions of Socrates Al-Safir..."
Limping Shoemaker to a very drunk cat: "What is he saying? I can't seem to make sense of it..."
Cat: "You need to drink more. Who can understand the high words of a philosopher with just half a mug of watered-down orcish grog? And you're not at that level of development yet..."
Suddenly, an empty bottle flies out of the prison window and hits my flask, causing a flash of fire... the explosion throws me back. People scream, demons are coming, the last judgment is here, everyone runs in different directions.
Some attack the guards with their fists, others rush into the prison to free the prisoners so they can enjoy life one last time... others decide to take everything from life in the last moment and start robbing neighboring shops... others, shouting "Demons! Urgash himself has come to us," run in different directions... only fueling and escalating the panic... I'm lying on the pavement next to a mop and an axe... complete chaos all around.