Happy Life
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James let the little man go ahead.
- I would gladly fight, but duty calls! Orders, oaths – you understand. I just wanted to stop by, - waiting for the right moment, the knight carefully grabbed the guy and threw him over the step, face down on the floor.
- Oh-oh-oh, be careful! - James leaned over the little man. - What a day today, one misfortune after another!
Extending a hand to help, the paladin defied the curly-haired man's expectations, locking his limbs in a painful hold and pressing his knee against the floor.
- You know why this is happening? It's karma, brother. The Church teaches us not to do evil, and those who sin get what they deserve, and then, well, they are reborn or something. It doesn't matter.
Taking a moment, James gave the curly-haired man a few light taps on the head, a couple of blows to the kidneys, and when the exhausted man stopped struggling, he cut off a fistful of his hair with a small knife in one swift motion. Throughout the procedure, he shared fragments from various sermons, snippets of facts about the laws of different kingdoms, and made reproaches towards the punished, in general, fulfilling the usual conversational quota when working in public. A couple of times, he noticed strange looks from the surrounding regulars, and at those moments, he raised his voice so that they could hear that justice was being served, but fortunately, this relatively calm act took no more than a minute.
- And how can the earth bear such people as you? Oh, I don't want to let you go, but maybe you can still become one of those, how do you say, civilized people. Alright, goodbye.
Jimmy didn't pat the guy on the shoulder or shake his hand again and walked away gentlemanly - towards the exit of the tavern, with a clump of hair in his left hand and sorrow on his face.
- I would gladly fight, but duty calls! Orders, oaths – you understand. I just wanted to stop by, - waiting for the right moment, the knight carefully grabbed the guy and threw him over the step, face down on the floor.
- Oh-oh-oh, be careful! - James leaned over the little man. - What a day today, one misfortune after another!
Extending a hand to help, the paladin defied the curly-haired man's expectations, locking his limbs in a painful hold and pressing his knee against the floor.
- You know why this is happening? It's karma, brother. The Church teaches us not to do evil, and those who sin get what they deserve, and then, well, they are reborn or something. It doesn't matter.
Taking a moment, James gave the curly-haired man a few light taps on the head, a couple of blows to the kidneys, and when the exhausted man stopped struggling, he cut off a fistful of his hair with a small knife in one swift motion. Throughout the procedure, he shared fragments from various sermons, snippets of facts about the laws of different kingdoms, and made reproaches towards the punished, in general, fulfilling the usual conversational quota when working in public. A couple of times, he noticed strange looks from the surrounding regulars, and at those moments, he raised his voice so that they could hear that justice was being served, but fortunately, this relatively calm act took no more than a minute.
- And how can the earth bear such people as you? Oh, I don't want to let you go, but maybe you can still become one of those, how do you say, civilized people. Alright, goodbye.
Jimmy didn't pat the guy on the shoulder or shake his hand again and walked away gentlemanly - towards the exit of the tavern, with a clump of hair in his left hand and sorrow on his face.