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Maarin stepped onto the blood-splattered deck, saw the corpses of the warriors, and cursed. - Damn it! There are more problems without Lutiel than with him.
— It's possible, but first, you could definitely have helped me if you had taken me aboard this wonderful ship! — Lucina theatrically waved her hand in the air, encompassing the deck of the ship. — As for help from my side, this is a merchant ship, isn't it? You could hire me as a guard; I know how to shoot, and you've already seen that.
- You could be useful to us, but not as a cargo guard...
- But if you throw the corpse into the sea, the goods will also spoil, - the Hysteos said wearily, - who needs a rusty sword? And the soaked money, which "there" hardly interests anyone even in its normal state. Besides, it's probably not even their things, but things issued to them by order of their master.
- No, I won't let you do that! - Gots! - the captain shouted. - Stop talking! Take a mop and start scrubbing the deck! - But captain, this mercenary wants... - Didn't you hear me?! - Yes, captain...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо
