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- Art requires sacrifice, - Nifa'el-kun put the gag back in place and nodded to his comrade.
Inar was going to help Raphael carry out his plan, but Leia started to resist even more, so he had to put her down and untie her. When her body regained its freedom, Leia threw the gag in the merchant's face. - Sacrifice yourself, idiot! - She stuck her tongue out at him and headed to another room, but before leaving, she finished her thought. - Draw there, I don't know, a picture of your suicide and then bring it to life! When she ran away, Inar just shrugged.
Added 7 minutes ago Count Orlov
Valdemar, no less pompously, slung a bare blade over his shoulder, preparing to strike with a sweeping motion, and raised his left fist high – meaning he was fully ready, but the fight hadn't started yet. Alm was in the distance, the others – at a polite distance, within striking range of the blade. There was still time to cut him down – and such bravado deserved to be acknowledged. It was unlikely that nudity could embarrass someone who had seen the orgies of Lisliar's elite. Valdemar simply examined the width of the man's chest and shoulder girdle, assessing who he was dealing with. - You dared to come here. I will ask a more meaningful question: who are you, and why are you here?
- Shouldn't you introduce yourself first when asking someone's name? - According to Valdemar, the stranger's physique was approximately the same as that of a snake-man. He noticed this assessing gaze and demonstratively took another pose, showing the viewer his muscles.
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Mirastir was extremely surprised. Offended. But he still pulled himself together. After all, this could be a bad joke. Moreover, it was a woman, and it was not worthy of a gentleman to offend a woman with anger. - Madam, with all due respect, I am now a soldier, and in general a mercenary, and I am afraid that this is not within the scope of my competence, - he said softly. - If you do not want me to take on a side job, then so be it, I serve Airisufir.
- Shouldn't a soldier, and a mercenary too, follow the orders of a superior officer?
— Shouldn't a soldier, and even a mercenary, follow the orders of a superior officer?
The Gladiator sighed. -- We fulfill our duty, ma'am. We go where we are told, fight and battle whoever we are told, for the glory of our country, ourselves, or our client. We put ourselves in harm's way if necessary, and so on. Ma'am.
- Ha, he should grow a mustache, you know what I mean, - the knight mentally sent his thought to his brother. After greeting the big guy, Scipio decided to check out the menu.
The list of drinks at Hessit's bar was not impressive compared to the establishments in a large city.
Corrosion [100 air] Whiskey. +30% to hit and dodge until the end of the day. -30% to final dodge and hit on the next day. Beer [10 air] 5% chance to get -1 to intelligence. Arrow [60 air] Wine. +300 to maximum health until the end of the day. -300 to maximum health on the next day.
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/This should be interpreted as "about 12", and this is like Waldemar and Mirastir, or is he about the size of Varan?/
About 12. Although, I was thinking, due to his national ability, he should be visually larger.
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-- Wasn't I talking about the name when I asked "who"? But fine: I am called Waldemar Karaf.
— You are amusing, Waldemar. That's why I will kill you last. — The Telosian extended his hand forward and invited his opponents to start the fight with his index and middle fingers. — Marion Lokr will be your opponent!
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The gladiator sighed. -- We are fulfilling our duty, ma'am. We go where we are told, we fight and battle with whom we are told, for the glory of our country, ourselves, or the client. We take the hits if necessary, and so on. Ma'am.
— Are you implying that I am not worthy for you to fulfill the task assigned to you?!
-- Let's fight! The saber whistled through the air, just as the last sound escaped Valdemar's lips. /it seems no one has any active abilities, so we can just count the damage until the end/
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
The examples of imperial equipment displayed at the supply depot were sure to impress Lynderia with their craftsmanship – it was immediately apparent that they were the work of professionals. For many mercenaries, such equipment could easily be an object of envy or a reason to show off to their colleagues. And, like many other things in Airisufir, the military attire of the empire's soldiers impressed not only with its quality but also with its appearance. In other countries, it would not look out of place as a ceremonial uniform.
The supply depot was managed by Major Idia Eet. In addition, she was also involved in various studies related to the lands of Ssalai, but this aspect of the empire's "Golden Griffin" military campaign did not concern her. At the moment, the first squad was only allocated provisions.
Unfortunately, no matter how pleasing the work of the imperial masters was to the eye, Lynderia could only admire it. But this was not the most productive way to spend her free time, and the girl had other things to do. Turning away from looking at what her squad was not entitled to, the sorceress turned her gaze to Idia Eet.
— Mistress Eet, I have heard that, in addition to managing the supply depot, you are also involved in studies related to these lands. If it is not too much trouble and you have a moment to spare, may I, out of mere curiosity, ask you about it in more detail?
- You spoiled her... But at least it's quieter now, - Raphael returned to his guest seat. - ...anyway, that's how things are with me. For now, we're working this way. But enough about me - how are you? You look like something's bothering you.
— Are you implying that I am not worthy enough for you to carry out the task assigned to you?!
— Ma'am, you are more than worthy of having any combat task carried out for you; otherwise, you wouldn't be our commander. Give me such a task, and I will complete it. But in this case, it's not a combat task, as far as I can tell. Besides, I am more than sure that a fine steed will handle this better, and you will look magnificent riding on it.
— This position is quite consistent with the church's teachings. However, I cannot fully agree that the lack of development and any significant changes in society's life is necessarily something bad or good. The main thing is that the people themselves are happy, and everything else is just a tool to achieve this. But, as you know, you can't please everyone, and you also had your own reasons for leaving your homeland, didn't you?
— I think I can't deny that you're right," Shen nodded. "I did have reasons, several of them, to leave my homeland. But, perhaps, there's no point in burdening you with them. Except to note the main thing: I began to feel morally tired of feeling uncomfortable among my fellow tribesmen, who also disagreed with me in some ways, and I wanted to expand my knowledge of my own world. Moreover, I was interested in learning more about the El Isin clan, of which I am a part thanks to my traveling great-grandfather. As proof of his belonging to the ancient dynasty, Shen showed Julius a bracelet that belonged to his ancestor.
- I don't even know what I was hoping to find here, - the knight thought to himself. - Ah, I could really use a glass of that wine the crazy guy from the village offered. At least it was made from good ingredients and in normal conditions, since it was made for himself. But just the name of the whiskey here makes me feel disgusted. You'd probably only feel worse after drinking that stuff, not to mention the hangover. If we get stuck here for a long time, then I guess I can try something from the list, but for now, I need to think about what to do and find a way to leave this place as soon as possible, or find some activity to pass the time.
Граф Орлов
Happy Life
