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In words you're , but in reality, a paladin in the terminal stage...
Beata tiredly rolled her eyes. - It is better to overestimate an opponent than to underestimate them, - Guyon noted philosophically. - Besides, I have a suspicion that she is merely someone's lackey, and the less we interfere with this someone, the better for us. But we have said everything. Simply, if something goes wrong - it will no longer be on our conscience.
/ No, she's fine... when she's not busy forging. / -- Of course, it'll work out. If you leave it to chance, there's a 50% chance that in a week, Christoph's father won't wake up in his bed, and Christoph himself will dedicate his love to redecorating a restaurant. It's obvious as day )
-- Well, I'm going to get some fresh air, -- said the redhead and headed to the yard.
- As the great leader of the people, Draco Mellis, used to say, learning, learning, and learning is better than working, working, and working.
- When did he become your leader of the people?
- Maybe he will in the future.
- Anuish save us.
- Oh, come on, he's not that bad...
- Guiyosha, no, just no...
- Ah, so you're one of those masochists... Tch. - Kreya irritably bit her lip. - You have eyes and a brain, use them.
"Well, it's a bit of a stretch," said the warrior, amused by Kreya's irritated confusion, "more like the opposite. 😈" — "From the professionals," the Tanar'si smiled again, "so you're right, it's time to get to work." The former inquisitor cleared her throat. — "As I said, you are straightforward in your speech, and your words are rich in curses and epithets that can be applied to your interlocutors. Whatever anyone says, this form of rudeness also requires a certain amount of imagination and ingenuity. Despite your directness and unwillingness to crawl on your belly before clients, as it sometimes happens in other places, no one is thinking of firing you; on the contrary, you earn well and can afford to pay for a personal clown. Can every worker boast such a thing? Your efficiency speaks for itself. Or perhaps you are the owner of the 'Rumor'? Then it's even better – you are a thriving businesswoman, and based on your appearance, you are not even a native of Margel, who owns a very profitable and socially useful business. Your magazines are a model of informativeness and impartiality, being both informative and interesting reading. I say this as someone who read the first three issues in one sitting. At the very least, this means that you are good at selecting staff, and if you are the main author of the articles, - Alaria gives a slight bow, - then allow me to take off my metaphorical hat in front of you. This speaks of you as a girl who is extremely erudite, hardworking, and impartial. You critically evaluate the world around you, not allowing sympathies or antipathies to cloud your mind. A rare professionalism these days. And you are still very young – this is only the beginning of your journey. If you are so knowledgeable about politics, what can we expect from you in the future? Perhaps one day a magazine will be published about you if your knowledge earns you a place on the imperial council? However, even if I am wrong and your duties are limited to the position of a salesperson, my previous words still hold true. You are still a young and successful girl, more than worthy of praise. And at the same time, you don't let yourself go and have a sense of style, which also positively distinguishes you from the gray masses. You know your worth, which is very, very important.
- I know myself, so I never thought it would be this serious... Until the whole world started convincing me otherwise, - barely maintaining her composure, she discreetly wiped away a single tear on her weary shoulder. - I... am glad that I was wrong about this. Thank you. She could have said many other things, but none of them made sense at the moment - neither to herself, nor to others, nor even to this priest.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she reproduced her breathing routine with some tension in her body - it helped, although not very much. - Thank you, - she repeated. - I will definitely live up to this trust.
"Well, how should I put it," said the warrior, amused by Krey's expression of annoyed confusion, "it's more like the opposite. 😈" — You're a professional, 😎" the Thanarian smiled again, "so you're right, it's time to get to work." The former inquisitor cleared her throat. — As I said, you are straightforward in your speech, and your words are rich with curses and epithets that can be applied to your interlocutors. Whatever anyone says, this kind of rudeness also requires a certain amount of imagination and ingenuity. Despite your directness and unwillingness to grovel before clients, as sometimes happens elsewhere, no one is thinking of firing you; on the contrary, you earn well and can afford to pay for a personal clown. How many ordinary workers can boast that? Your efficiency speaks for itself. Or perhaps you are the owner of "The Rumor"? Then it's even better – you are a thriving businesswoman, and based on your appearance, you are not even a native of Margel, but you own a very profitable and socially useful business. Your magazines are a model of informativeness and impartiality, being both informative and interesting reading. I say this as someone who read the first three issues in one sitting. At the very least, this means that you are good at selecting staff, and if you are the main author of the articles yourself, Alaria gives a slight bow, then allow me to take off my metaphorical hat in front of you. This speaks of you as a girl who is extremely erudite, hardworking, and impartial. You critically evaluate the world around you, not allowing sympathies or antipathies to cloud your mind. A rare professionalism these days. And you are still very young – this is only the beginning of your journey. If you are so knowledgeable about politics, what can we expect from you in the future? Perhaps one day a magazine will be published about you if your knowledge earns you a place on the imperial council? However, even if I am wrong and your duties are limited to the position of a salesperson, my previous words still hold true. You are still a young and successful woman, more than worthy of praise. And at the same time, you don't let yourself go and have a sense of style, which also positively distinguishes you from the gray masses. You know your worth, which is very, very important.
- I see that your eyesight and mind are in good shape. - The Cat crossed her arms on her modest chest and nodded contentedly. - If everyone were like you, this country might have a future. Here, take this. - She gives 200 Rem. - Buy yourself some ice cream or whatever the gray masses need to live.
- I see that your eyesight and mind are both in good shape. - The Cat crossed her arms over her modest chest and nodded contentedly. - If everyone were like you, this country might actually have a future. Here, take this. - She gives 200 rems. - Buy yourself some ice cream or whatever the gray masses need to live.
- Alas, - the warrior smiled at the shopkeeper's remark and, with a grateful nod, accepted payment for her work. At first, Alaria thought about immediately spending the earned rems on a magazine about a representative from the Kumari Islands, but then she thought that the transaction with Kreia would look very strange. In the sense, even stranger than it is now. Therefore, she said goodbye to the cat-girl and headed home, ready to face a new day.
- I know myself, so I never thought it was all that serious... Until the whole world started convincing me otherwise, - struggling to maintain the last remnants of her composure, she discreetly wiped away a single stray tear on her tunic's shoulder. - I'm... glad that I was wrong about that after all. Thank you. She could have said much more, but none of it would have made sense at that moment - not to herself, not to others, not even to this priest.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she went through her breathing routine with a slight tremor running through her body - it helped, though not by much. - Thank you, - she repeated. - I will definitely live up to that trust.
- Done! - Suddenly exclaimed the younger of the Radgrid brothers, who had until then been busily occupied with something of his own, paying no attention to the adults' conversation. He cheerfully runs up to Aiano and shows her a drawing. - This is you.
- Do you think we did the right thing by dragging the boss into this mess?
- I think so. Aren't you sure?
- I'm worried about what she might do. What if things get even worse?
- Well, if we had gotten involved ourselves, things would definitely have gotten worse. But as it is... we'll see. I'm more afraid of what Christoph's father might do.
- Yeah... He could go straight for the jugular, and then we'd definitely be in trouble.
- But I think it's wrong not to tell her. She's a potential opponent, and our leader should have all the information about her actions. Besides, you're right, she might show up at the beauty contest. Imagine what a surprise that would be for us. But if you're warned, you're prepared.
- You talked me into it, you silver-tongued devil... Okay, let's go get some air. I heard something interesting appeared in the souvenir shop...