Leicester sighed loudly, squinted at the receptionist, raised a finger as if to say something... He paused, then nodded with the same expression, repeating the gesture with his finger.
- I see... that you are a good judge of character. Your words make sense, and they are not based solely on generally accepted formalism, as with some. Well, I accept your challenge. If this exam exists to weed out incompetent foreign vagrants, then I will overcome it, even if I have to use a writer's pen, a physicist's ebonite stick, a mop, or a harness on my calloused shoulders and a cigarette between my teeth.
With a broad stroke, he signed up for the position of a general laborer.
- One final question, if you don't mind. Am I right in assuming that an honest person has nowhere to spend event points in the city during the first week except on work? You can't use them for combat training because of the tax.
