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While the fairy was eating, the fight ended. It was difficult to determine the winner; everyone had taken a beating. And those who had been fighting were now hugging each other and patting each other on the back in a friendly manner.

Having finished his meal, Felian turned to the barmaid:
—Excuse me, I just arrived in the city and heard about the recent siege... do you happen to know which areas were most affected? Perhaps there are places that a simple guest should avoid?

Where have you been all day?

streaming

- Will you play the game, elf? - asked the tattooed Tarleone.

- What game is it?

was streaming

- What game is that?

Were you streaming with your friends on Pornhub?

- You're an elf, so you must know many poems and songs. Maybe you can read something or sing? Or take the Skull of Fear, - said the legionnaire, pointing to a human skull hanging on the belt of his silent friend in a mask.

A test of intelligence and a test of will.

- I am strong, agile, and have good stamina. My eyesight is good, and my willpower is slightly weaker. I'm not particularly intelligent. I'm wearing a legion uniform. I have a rifle, ammunition for it, a one-handed sword, two cookies, a notebook, a pencil, 200 axots, and I live in the Deadheads camp. I'm just an ordinary rank-and-file shooter; I don't have any secret information or connections.

When the tattooed legionnaire saw that Dargin was leading Maylin into the city, he addressed him.

As soon as the guy described everything about himself, Maylin realized that he wasn't very useful, as he didn't even have a place to live. Perhaps she could use him as a temporary bodyguard, but she wasn't entirely sure how effective he would be. So, the girl took 150 axots from him for "showing affection," deciding that it would be cruel to leave the guy without any means of support, and also took one cookie, which the guy, who had fallen in love with her, readily shared, considering it a kind of gift.
Of course, if the girl had been greedier, she could have taken everything he had and sold it for a pittance. It would have been a useful lesson for such an attitude towards women. In fact, that's exactly what the voice of her caring mentor advised her to do.
But Maylin still had some remnants of conscience, so she not only didn't force Dargin to do anything humiliating, which would have permanently lowered him in the eyes of his comrades, but she also decided to play on his infatuation. Let the shooter believe that he is sincerely in love with her and will be ready to stand up for her if necessary.

Having convinced Dargin that they were now both connected, and that the guy should protect her in everything, Maylin headed to the city with him. And if the remaining legionnaires no longer had any questions for her personally, her new companion was called out by his tattooed comrade, who was surprised to see his colleague shirking his duties.
"She could have convinced him to run around the area with his pants down and shout obscenities so that he would never be hired anywhere again," Cassmetra's voice sounded reproachfully in Maylin's head.
The girl realized that she had missed an important detail, as her new servant was supposed to be on duty. And it didn't matter that he had been released to do unpleasant things some time ago...
In any case, she didn't want to argue with the comrades of her new "friend," so she mentally ordered Dargin to apologize to his friends for leaving his post so abruptly and explain that the guy just wanted to accompany the girl not only to the gates but also to the city, to show her the way to the magic shops and the guild. After all, in that short time, they had become so friendly that Dargin didn't want the beautiful girl to get lost.

- You're an elf, which means you know a lot of poems and songs. Maybe you could recite something or sing? Or, you know, take the Skull of Fear, - said the legionnaire, pointing to a human skull hanging on the belt of his silent friend in a mask.

- I know poems and even songs, but I wouldn't call it a game, - the elf replied. - But since you are such admirers of art, why not. Although, for the next travelers, I would come up with something more interesting in your place.

Tarion threw his cloak over his shoulder, cleared his throat, and recited a few well-known lines.

I am familiar with battle – I love the sound of swords:
From my early years, a devotee of martial glory,
I love the bloody fun of war,
And the thought of death is pleasing to my soul.
In the prime of my life, a loyal warrior of freedom,
Who has not seen death before him,
Has not tasted full joy
And is not worthy of the kisses of beloved women.

After the guy wrote everything about himself, Maylin realized that he wasn't very useful, as he didn't even have a place to live.

Wow, what a life, constantly getting rejected like that, it's just heartbreaking...

It would be a good lesson for such an attitude towards women. In fact, that's exactly what the voice of her caring mentor advised her to do.

Normal behavior...

If Dargin met Maylin's mother, he would be treated like a VIP without any judgment, and they wouldn't criticize him for having no money, no home, or no connections...

Tarion threw his cloak over his shoulder, coughed, and recited a few well-known lines.

- Ah, Mr. Nickpush, a wonderful poet. Alright, you may pass.

At the entrance to the city, a dark elf, who had approached them earlier, offered the elf to exchange money and donate to the city's repair.

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If Dargin met Maylin's mother, he would be treated like a VIP without any interference, and they wouldn't judge him for not having money, housing, or connections...

I'm exchanging 3 gold, 19 silver, and 3400 sen.
I'm donating 5 axots.

- I'm a pretty good earth mage. I can read, write, cook well, eat little, and take up little space, - replied the frog.
- Well, I... uh... I like cats, dogs, horses, sheep, - replied the troll.

-- Oh, they're all so cute! -- Vikayla exclaimed, covering her eyes in delight.
-- Well, then, we've made a decision. Corchetus has been complaining to me for a long time that he's tired of taking care of cats. Kekrek, I hope I can count on you for this?
Vikayla whispered something.
-- Hmm. Kekrek, how exactly did you end up in slavery?
After listening to his answer, she asked the frog.
-- Tronned, can you take care of the cooking, since you know how?

Good job. With five maps, it will be five times easier for us to navigate.

I'll resell them later, or I'll just stand there and ask people to donate money. It's all planned out.
Or I'll add more locations and scatter maps around. People will find them, start searching for this place, and we'll have an ambush waiting for them there.

They rushed, but they only give one map.

I'll exchange 3 gold, 19 silver, and 3400 sen.
I'll donate 5 axots.

The elf thanked the travelers for the donation, gave them the map, and they finally managed to get to the city.

who went where?

Found a list of shops on the map.



- It's strange that there isn't a district for poor bastards, - thought the elf.

- Alright, let's go see what kind of weapons we can buy to replace the old ones, - Tarion said to his companion and headed towards "Tight Bow".