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Failure.

The girl successfully jumped over the turnstile, the alchemist grabbed her by the ass arm and they ran.

- Why you!!! Crystall!!! I'll tell your mother everything!!! And your mentor!!! You whore!!!! - the old woman screamed after the young people, the last phrase addressed to Maylin.

He could have, but he believed that young, unmarried girls had absolutely no need to visit any kind of food establishment, even if accompanied by their father. So, he would come here either alone (quite rarely) or with his wife (extremely rarely).

-- Hello, Evrat. Pour me a beer. I'm not complaining about life. Listen, I was supposed to meet a girl here... No, no, it's not what you think! -- Quint waved his hands in feigned embarrassment and made such a face that Evrat would definitely think that's the nature of their relationship. He briefly described the missing girl's appearance. -- So, she was supposed to stop here; she probably arrived even earlier this week.

Failure.

- In the wasteland? That's quite a distance... - the elf pondered. - When does he plan to go there? We have work to do in the near future, but in the long run, we could agree to this offer.

Oh dear(((99

- How did this happen? - gasped Maylin, barely catching her breath. - When we were walking here, you didn't say that we might encounter a crazy and rude old hag! Are you sure this is a good idea? Because I have a feeling that both your and my future reputations in this establishment might suffer a bit because of this!

I'm not sure what I should do right now. As I said during the recording, I don't really feel like playing. I'm progressing faster than everyone else, so while I have the chance, I'll just chill for a bit.

- Good evening. We can offer you a shared room for 2 axots per night and a private room for 7 axots per night.

- Aren't they a bit small to be carrying around a "Rainbow" pamphlet? - Hanzo scratched his head and hid the card inside his robe, then returned to his workstation.

- A general one, please.

- Oh, don't worry about it. She calls everyone a prostitute who wears a skirt that ends above the ankle. If she knew where my mentor goes, she wouldn't let him in with me either))) Damn... DIDN'T YOU HEAR ANYTHING!

peeking at half-naked nuns in the moonlight

What's the deal with the slave market, or is it not working after six?

Will there be pictures of the ladies? If they are beardless

After coughing a bit from the dust and arranging his meager belongings so that they wouldn't bother anyone and no one could steal them, the old man settled down for the night.