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Meanwhile, important conversations among influential figures, particularly the business partners of Lord Githgood Flowerescence, continued.
"And yet, how interesting," Kranck Manbigbuck, the liquor and tobacco magnate, addressed Vistory Sjöfnlofn. "Is this what the aristocracy has stooped to?"
"What do you mean, old friend?"
"This." Lighting ten cigarettes at once — because his deep pockets allowed it — the wealthy man pointed at yet another bloody skirmish. "They bash each other with iron, shoot arrows at one another, sweat, spill blood, and sometimes even shed tears from the frustration of defeat. This is what commoners should be doing for the amusement of the world's elite, not so-called knights."
"Come now, what about prestige, dignity, and thrill?"
"Rock climbing or uninsured diving is also thrilling, but only someone of mediocre intellect would do that. They even write essays, as if preparing for a job interview! And they strut about, showing off their elegance, like slaves at the Kysgilt market. Laughable, I say!"
"I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree on this matter."
"I suppose so. By the way, where is your wife?"
"... She is a bit unwell."
"A pity. Perhaps that's why you're with your pointy-eared companion today — decided to seize the opportunity and have a little fun?"
"Oh, come now, old friend. I wouldn't go near those creatures unless a blade were pressed to my throat."
"Hahaha! I wonder who will be lucky enough to get that honor?"
Lester lived in Olives for some time before he woke up after a drinking binge near the capital.
Or maybe in Olives they were conducting experiments on him and implanted an olive in his belly, which is now growing? That would explain the memory gap.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Stephania shoots the wyvern with a precise attack. (AP 1/4). The wyvern takes 80-25=55 damage (-45/200) and retreats from battle.
Having lost the animal, Axel also lost any chance of victory in this fight, lacking even the ability to retaliate against the archer's shots.
Mistress Stephania Valentine wins.
In short:
-- Well... Your shooting skills proved better than mine, Mistress Stephania. You are a very talented archer for your age, thank you for the duel.
— It was an honor to fight such an experienced and strong warrior, — Stephania saluted. — Thank you for the experience gained.
An indecent joke popped into Axel's head about what other experience young Stephania could gain with a strong and experienced warrior, but he, of course, did not voice the joke.
Lester's mind offered a preemptive apology to Milady for Axel's possible thought, which, knowing his little brother, could very well have arisen after these words.
Or maybe they experimented on him in Olives and implanted an olive in his stomach that's now growing? That would explain the memory gap.
Then where's my refresh of odes...
They bash each other with iron, shoot arrows at each other, sweat, shed blood, sometimes even shed tears from the frustration of defeat. That's what commoners should be doing for the amusement of the world's elite, not so-called knights.
He couldn't do any of that himself, so he's just throwing a tantrum.
Heroist
Небо
