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I just didn't understand — who was avenged, and for what?
- No one, really, it just fit the occasion. Sounds cool, doesn't it — "the avenger." But I have no enemies, not even among those who think they are my enemies. I see life as a canvas full of potential, which we change with strokes of the brush however we please.
- But did the master get anything worthwhile in return for these bruises and scrapes? Style is style, but in essence, it's injuries for the amusement of a bloodthirsty crowd. I think we could have fought, and you would have understood my level, but I stand no chance against you. Alas, I wasn't lucky enough to be born or to become knight material.
- And how! I got this, and that's the most important thing! — the master presses his index finger to his temple. — Intelligence. Experience. Understanding. Bruises and scrapes will heal, but knowledge remains. Do you understand now? Life is a long game: losers get cut off, winners stay, — Vargas pats the lad on the shoulder with a smile. — Heh. You're a good lad, there seems to be something hopeless in you, but there's spirit, there is. That's no trouble, we'll strengthen it. My squire will be the best in the kingdom, that's not up for debate! So you have zero eliminations? It turns out fate itself brought us together. Either you'll become my two-hundredth, or I'll be your first. Ha-hah, as strange as that may sound! Will you show me what you've got? — Lester draws a Swiss Army knife as a weapon. — Don't frown, it's simple. I won't be able to assess your strength if other factors are involved. And that's very important to measure.
- In my opinion, the real intelligence was obtained by that milady on the pegasus, not you, master, but as you say — you surely know better. Yes, I have no eliminations, but there were anti-eliminations, I am, after all, some kind of a memdic. Oh well. — The servant takes his most ordinary sword in hand. — Just don't hit the organs if possible, better aim for the face. But not the eyes, and I'd like to keep my teeth too.
I just didn't understand — who was avenged, and for what?
- No one, really, it just came up in conversation. Sounds cool, doesn't it — "the avenger." And I have no enemies, not even among those who think they are my enemies. I see life as a canvas full of potential, which we change with brushstrokes however we please.
- And did the master get anything worthwhile in return for these bruises and scrapes? Style is style, but in essence, injuries for the amusement of a bloodthirsty crowd. I think we could have fought, and you would have understood my level, but I have no chance against you. Alas, I was not lucky enough to be born or to become knight material.
- And how! I got this, and this is the most important thing! — the master presses his index finger to his temple. — Intelligence. Experience. Understanding. Bruises and scrapes will heal, but knowledge will remain. Do you understand now? Life is a long game: losers are cut off, winners remain, — Vargas pats the lad on the shoulder with a smile. — Heh. You're a good lad, there seems to be something hopeless in you, but there's spirit, there is. That's no trouble, we'll strengthen it. My squire will be the best in the kingdom, that's not up for discussion! So you have zero eliminations? It turns out fate itself brought us together. Either you'll become my two-hundredth, or I'll be your first. Ha-hah, however strange that may sound! Will you show me what you've got? — Lester draws a Swiss army knife as a weapon. — Don't frown, it's simple. I won't be able to assess your strength if other factors are involved. And that's very important to measure.
- In my opinion, that lady on the pegasus got the real intelligence, not you, master, but as you say — you surely know better. Yes, I have no eliminations, but there were anti-eliminations, I am, after all, somewhat of a memdic. Oh well. — The servant takes his most ordinary sword in hand. — Just don't hit the organs if possible, better aim for the face. But not the eyes, and I'd like to keep my teeth too.
Lester makes the first move.
- And we got her graceful image, etched into our memory, which we will recall on a rainy day. So who here won, and who lost? — baring his teeth, Vargas attacks. He'll just hit with his hand.
I just didn't understand — to whom and for what was the vengeance dealt?
- To no one, it just came up in conversation. Sounds cool, doesn't it — "avenger". But I have no enemies, not even among those who think they are my enemies. I see life as a canvas full of potential, which we change with brushstrokes however we please.
- And did the lord get anything worthwhile in exchange for these bruises and scratches? Style is style, but essentially injuries for the amusement of a bloodthirsty audience. I think we could have fought and you would have understood my level, but I have no chance against you. Alas, I was not lucky enough to be born or become knightly material.
- But of course! I got this, and this is the most important thing! — the lord presses his index finger to his temple. — Intelligence data. Experience. Understanding. Bruises and scratches will heal, but knowledge remains. Do you understand now? Life is a long game: losers are cut off, winners remain, — Vargas pats the lad on the shoulder with a smile. — Heh. You're a good guy, there seems to be something hopeless in you, but there's spirit, there is. That's no trouble, we'll strengthen it. My squire will be the best in the kingdom, no arguments! So you have zero eliminations? It turns out fate itself brought us together. Either you'll become my two-hundredth, or I'll become your first. Ha-hah, as strange as that sounds! Show me what you can do? — Lester pulls out a Swiss army knife as a weapon. — Don't frown, it's just simple. I won't be able to assess your strength if other factors are involved. And it's very important to measure that.
- It seems to me that the real intelligence data was obtained by that milady on the pegasus, not you, lord, but as you say — you probably know better. Yes, I have no eliminations, but there were anti-eliminations, I'm still some kind of medic, after all. Well then. — The servant takes his most ordinary sword in hand. — Just don't hit my organs if possible, better aim for the face. But not the eyes, and I'd like to keep my teeth too.
First move goes to Lester.
And here comes the reincarnation of Manin Tai.
If only I knew who that is and what they're famous for.
On the way, she shot at Jason, but the Knight of Imperturbability literally didn't feel my arrow. Quite the opposite! He easily pulled it out of his armor and used it for a successful shot at the Bastion.
damn, he's actually more epic than he seemed at first glance
"— Have you not yet had your fill of brawling?.." — Alsira tilted her head slightly in mild surprise, watching as the charismatic gentleman, barely having bandaged his belly, already rushed to beat his servant. "— Though, the customs and orders of the capital are unknown to me."
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"- Heh-heh-heh, it's pleasant to hear and even more so to witness this. - Alsira's new slave servant replied to her. - If ever my kin take control of this country, know this — I won't let anyone harm you. You'll have a special privileged status with me."
"— Your words bring peace to my soul, Luciferia. One day, in a more homely setting, I would be glad to hear about your homeland. It seems not everything is as straightforward as the books claim. How did it come to pass that from a realm of blood rule you ended up in the depths of an iron anthill?"
On the way, she shot at Jason, but the Knight of Imperturbability literally didn't feel my arrow. Quite the opposite! He easily pulled it out of his armor and used it to successfully shoot at Bastion.
wow, he's actually more epic than he seemed at first glance
Here fate threw such a coincidence, it would be a sin not to take advantage of it.
Ple-Sen
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