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"Can this one also look into souls? Well, then it will serve as a reminder of Reima, as well as of the fate that should be avoided. As the regulars of the philosophers' guild like to say, it's quite thought-provoking." — It's funny, I've already had to appear in a similar form before, — the tanarri said, regretting once again that she hadn't kept that advertisement, — but that time it was difficult to get into the role, so the succubus turned out to be rather timid, ha-ha. So, perhaps some extra advice from an experienced master wouldn't hurt!
- As I said, anything will suit a good figure - this applies not only to the clothes and accessories themselves ;) . An aggressive succubus and a timid one are equally good. - Dionysus points to a part of the room that is separated by a curtain. - You can change over there. Drakkosha
- Sounds like a great idea! Something that just looks beautiful and doesn't obligate you to anything! — And what are your wishes? Just something that we like? Are there any preferences, or anything to avoid?
- The main thing is that it shouldn't be vulgar and that it can be shown to the public.
- The main thing is that it shouldn't be vulgar and suitable for public viewing.
- Understood and accepted!
"Okay, guys, let's start thinking now," a voice echoed in their heads. "Who is this? You're not the gray voice..." Gillon was surprised. "And I know her. This is Kosha, she's our player, whatever that means," Beata guessed. "Yes, good job, you're right, it's clear that the intelligence boost is helping. Do the quest now, I said." "Why is that? We'd like to wander around, think, we still wanted to play Diablo or Pam-Param," the adventuress objected. "Because I said so. Look, it's almost eight o'clock in the evening. I also wanted to study, I'm very behind with you guys, they gave me a lot of comments yesterday." "With us, yeah. We were studying yesterday too, you could have studied too..." Gillon grumbled unhappily. "That's exactly what I was doing yesterday! And for a month and a half before that, I was dragging you around! Now, go and come up with flags right here and now, I said!" "Yes, let's do it tomorrow..." Gillon rolled his eyes. "Tomorrow I'll be at work." "I'm sure that with your job, you'll be able to find a lot of time for us and not bully us and Gillon for no reason." "Maybe I can, but I won't be able to draw beautiful flags. Because at home I have Photoshop and the divine Clip Studio, and at work I only have Paint for Windows XP." "Do you seriously think we understood even half of what you said?! Hello, we may not be in the Middle Ages, but computers haven't been invented yet, what Photoshop or Windows are you talking about!" Beata was indignant. "Yes! My head hurts from the gray voices, and now they're bombarding us with incomprehensible terms!" Gillon cursed. "Okay, all you need to know is that we're going to do this quest now. So you'll be good little boys, sit on the porch, take a pencil, and start drawing, and I'll think about what can be depicted." "Mother Anuzish, can we have a different player?!" Beata pleaded. "No. We'll have to make do with what we have. Love her and don't complain."
The couple goes out so as not to annoy Alexandra, sits on the porch outside, takes pencils, tears out sheets from the diary, and starts drawing.
-- This is a familiar face, but I'm not sure I want to know what's going on here, -- Amamiusu said quietly. -- Probably not the best time for greetings, let them talk among themselves.
- Excuse me, - Amamius addresses the chubby man, - can I take a few of your minutes? - Hey! - The brunette protested. - We're actually talking. - Can you tell me who here might be "A.K."? - Ignoring the actresses, Erephir's manager continues to speak with the chubby man. - That's Akina Kamorina... You're probably here on a mission with her. You can find her in the inner courtyard. - I see, thank you. - Leaving the trio to themselves, he turns to Erephir. - Well, shall we go?
- Oh, Blade. Hmm... Have you lost some weight? Are you eating properly?
—Blade... or Non-Blade?, hmm. —the knight muttered and quickly cleared his throat. —Good day, Sir Crag. Ah, it's... the consequences of a southern "diet," if you can call it that. I never would have thought that in three months of traveling, one could experience so many "adventures." Although, with your life experience, it probably seems like child's play... I'm glad to see that at least things are going well here. And I came by to thank you once again for the weapon you forged. They say that a tool should be an extension of the craftsman's hand, but in this case, this Blade seems to have saved its owner from many troubles along the way. Without the skill you put into forging it, I wouldn't have returned. —the knight bowed gratefully to the blacksmith.
- No, EdgeLord-kun, you definitely won't be writing anything to her, and moreover, you won't even be seen by her or come to her attention, unless she specifically asks you to, - Miko said firmly, then forced a smile. - Don't worry, I'm an adult and I can be responsible for the consequences of my actions. It will be fine without nails, whips, being up to your neck in mud, and all that you were used to in childhood. "I hope so..." - You know, if you and she were ordinary people, I could recommend that you apologize like a normal person. But knowing her character, it's unlikely that will work, so... I'll apologize for you when I return to her, and you just don't make the situation worse. I think she'll get over it. After some time. Maybe. And until then, just in case, look around more often, - she waved her hand. - Oh, everything will be fine, don't be so gloomy. She just asked you to watch over me so I wouldn't get killed, that's all. It's just a normal thing. Okay, let's go to the river.
- Okay... We'll do as you say. You know her better anyway. Let's go.
The couple arrives at the river, but finds almost no one there - most of the fishermen, apparently, came here before sunrise and had already left by the time they arrived. Fortunately, or perhaps not, they met a man named Emil.
- So, you say you need a skilled fisherman? Would the two of you be satisfied if it wasn't a human?
—Cleano-k... Or Cleano-not-k... hmm,” the knight muttered, then quickly cleared his throat. “Good day, Sir Crag. Ah, this... is the result of a southern “diet,” if you can call it that. I never thought that in three months of traveling, I could experience so many “adventures.” Although, with your life experience, it probably seems like child’s play... I’m glad to see that at least things are going well for you. And I came here to thank you once again for the weapon you forged. They say that a tool should be an extension of the craftsman’s hand, but in this case, this Blade seems to have pulled its owner out of many scrapes. Without the skill you put into forging it, I wouldn’t have returned. —the knight bowed gratefully to the blacksmith.
—The best thanks is that you didn’t drown it in quicksand or a whirlpool, Blade. Although, it would be even better if you had used it to defeat some legendary foe, about whose battle bards would compose songs for centuries to come! Well, you have a long life ahead of you, maybe you’ll have the chance.
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