We need to open the chest for Lord Boela.
Among the common folk, three women stood out, sitting at a table in the corner. They were quietly talking about something, and two of them periodically glanced around.
I'm not going to the bathhouse.
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We need to open the chest for Lord Boela.
Among the common folk, three women stood out, sitting at a table in the corner. They were quietly talking about something, and two of them periodically glanced around.
Bored while waiting for the rest of the group to arrive, Lin approaches the three of them and unceremoniously "joins" their conversation. - Hello, girls. What are you talking about? - After carefully looking at each of them, she was horrified by the thought that there were three gradations of female age in front of her, from right to left: young-beautiful, mature-average, old-ugly. - Nice axe, by the way, it must be fun to chop heads with it. But it's better not to chop peasants or even soldiers, but politicians of all kinds, they really deserve to get acquainted with steel more closely. You know, there are all sorts of scumbags in the world, serial killers, for example. So, he takes it and kills a dozen people just because he likes it, it's terrible, right? But think about it, human, and even elven, and any intelligent life is still priceless, and he just took it and casually plucked these precious flowers given to us by the gods, nature, the universe... A jerk, in short, but if you look at the situation objectively, then the actions of such scoundrels do not cause as much damage to human destinies as the strokes of the pens of kings and those lower in rank on official papers. What does that say about them? - Lin shook her head sadly. - Demons, and nothing else. A normal person wouldn't go into such a craft. Well, never mind, let's not talk about sad things. You better tell me where you got such an outfit. Very bold! Bold, but cute and beautiful, I want one too. I think my fans would appreciate it. By the way, I'm an idol - I delight people with songs and dances. I give them aesthetic and spiritual satisfaction. And what do you do?
Yeah, exactly! It's good that you work for free! Things are happening here that could bankrupt anyone, - the man looked at Kalimor's golem. - And does this thing float?
- Emelina, Egnet, Kawai, nice to meet you! - I sit down next to them. - And what kind of work are you doing? Besides healing and strengthening human souls, I have other callings in life, so maybe we can work together. - I point to the "Claws" emblem and wink.
-- No. We don't work for free. We are, of course, heroes in white cloaks, that's true, but we can't be tired and work for free. You don't want the people in the organization that saves the world to run out of money, do you? If we don't have enough money, we won't be able to buy anything and we won't be able to save the world. So, no, we don't work for free.-- Old man, by the way, do you have any food for the great, world-saving mercenaries? Because I've already done so much heroic stuff this morning, and I haven't eaten yet, - said Henry, who, while transporting the girl, couldn't think of anything but how appetizing the girl looked.
"Henry, don't fleece him, do you have any conscience?"
"Who's fleecing him? Old men don't eat much anyway, and he probably has his own garden, what would he do with so much..."

- I'm watching you... - said Rex Lin before leaving the establishment.
- No, thank you. May I just ask who you are and what your name is? I will pray to the Lady for your health.
Joe and Lin feel a strange vibration in the place where they put the magical pocket.
After briefly focusing his single eye on the bucket filled with bubbling liquid, Joe snorted suspiciously and turned to Dorobo: "Hey, buddy, can you read what our guys wrote there? You're supposed to be an expert in literacy."
I read and summarize the information from the note.
"You probably can't even read, since you don't have an eye. And how would you know our letters? You probably just want to eat it," Zaykin worried about the note – what if it contained important information? Dropping it into the slime would be a crime.
Holding the note up to the light, he frowned.
"What terrible handwriting... It's like a doctor wrote it. Or someone who really needs a doctor..." After reading the note aloud, he scratched his beard and rubbed his bald spot, trying to draw some useful conclusion, but his mind stalled.
"We should have taken down that cyclops..." he finally grumbled. "We would have looked cooler then."
it's about a quest, I think
It's about a lamb.