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- See that mountain over there? - He points off into the distance. - He lives behind it. It's not close, but if you use it as a landmark, you won't get lost.
—Thank you, I'll try my best if I have time. —Rummaging through the pockets of his outdated clothes and his old sweatshirt, he pulls out a biography of Che Guevara: —When I was reading it, I was somehow reminded of our first meeting. It reminded me that behind the appearance of an inanimate creature, there can be a perfectly ordinary "living" soul. I think a person with your biography has seen so much that nothing new can attract him, but if you are not familiar with this, then please accept it. I think you might be interested in looking at the questions of life and death and again life from a different - perhaps protagonist, or perhaps antagonist - angle.
Erica approaches Illiman and, without saying a word, removes the "negatives" from him and restores his HP...
- What's going on? - asks one of the healers, - are you a competitor? Don't deprive people of their livelihood! We need to feed our families! - A-a-a-a... - Illiman, who had been jumping from place to place, calmed down and sighed with relief. - It's good that Ushumgall didn't see this... Thank you, Erica, I owe you my life...
—Thank you, I'll try my best, if I have time. —rummaging through the pockets of his outdated clothes and his old sweatshirt, he pulls out a biography of Klin Chegver: —When I was reading it, I was somehow reminded of our first meeting. About how an ordinary "living" soul can be hidden behind the appearance of an undead creature. I think a person with your biography has seen so much that nothing new can attract him, but if you are not familiar with this one, then please accept it. I think you might be interested in looking at the questions of life and death and again life from a different—perhaps protagonist, perhaps antagonist—angle.
- Hu-mu hu-mu, - Ais glanced at the cover of the gift, but it was impossible to tell from his eyes whether he was familiar with this book or the story of the person it was about, - thank you! In that case, I would like to make a reciprocal gift, but before that, I will have to go home. Would you like some tea and something sweet, by the way?
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– Mm, greetings. How can I help you? – the Lunarian asked rather politely.
- Nothing. Sorry for the inconvenience. Remembering that there was a witch's amulet in Kamistella, the guard continued on his way.
- What's going on? - one of the healers asks, - a competitor? Don't deprive people of their livelihood! We need to feed our families! - A-a-a-a... - Iliman, who had been jumping from place to place, calmed down and sighed with relief. - It's good that Ushumgall didn't see this... T-thank you, Erika, I owe you my life...
- Once, you provided me with moral support during a difficult time, Iliman. Consider this my way of showing gratitude...
Erika ignored the "healer's" remark...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
After thinking for a couple of seconds, the Lunarian concluded that Erish didn't seem like a problem. Although, in this world, anything could be a problem.
– Oh, come on, I love our city, and its problems are my problems, – Kamistella stopped the guard. – What happened?
The Lunarian sincerely hoped that "I've never been so wrong in my life" wouldn't be her next thought.
"Well, of course, who would have doubted that everything would turn out exactly like this..." - Genza slumps into the chair, his fingernails gnawed down from hours of observation.
Was it the Fire Thief's fault for ruining what was obviously an easy task? Probably not; more likely, it was his own shortsightedness as the appointed leader; he still has a long way to go before he reaches Aniki's wisdom and authority. From the very beginning, everything went wrong: starting with the landing on the border, continuing with Kami's disobedience, and now - betting on a buddy didn't pay off, although it could have saved the whole mission... If he had been gentler and more tactful, he might have shed a tear from one eye out of resentment, but he wasn't, so he found himself clenching and unclenching his fist, wanting to tear apart this wretched coliseum, just as he had done in Onkaihe, only into even smaller pieces.
Raising his hand over the bloodstained katana, he hesitates, then places it on the radiant one, which helps him calm down and suppress this feeling. Perhaps the only way to assert his will over these troublesome pups is to beat them up one by one, and perhaps the real world works that way - through fear and violence - and all the pleasant memories of understanding and mutual assistance in his youth gang are nothing more than an exception to the rule. And what, isn't that how the system of kings works in Asughe? Based on a monopoly on violence, forcing the people to obey unconditionally out of fear of imminent punishment. You called yourself a king in a personality test in the theologians' community, didn't you?
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Iliman wins, but continues to suffer, and he has no money for treatment...
- We'll see each other in hell, you noob, - Genza mutters, taking another cigarette, but it breaks in his fingers.
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Erika approaches Iliman and, without saying a word, removes the "negatives" from him and restores his HP...
- What's going on? - asks one of the healers, - a competitor? Don't deprive people of their livelihood! We need to feed our families! - A-a-a-a... - Iliman, who had been jumping from place to place, calmed down and sighed with relief. - It's good that Ushumgallu didn't see this... Thank you, Erika, I owe you my life...
He adds a new face to his personal shitlist - not only did she dare to dye her hair an inappropriate color, but she also did it in broad daylight.
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