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“Without a doubt, Professor Lazerman! I am firmly convinced that by our next meeting, you will have the most remarkable facial portrait that a scholar enlightening young minds could possibly possess. If not on paper, then at least in my mind, that is how it will remain.”
Considering that he won’t be able to gain any benefit even from the thinnest of library books, the southerner returns home. Along the way, he decides to stop by the local Anuzish church – after all, no one mentioned that it was inaccessible on his map.
- Be patient, dwarves, for patience is our strength – as our elder used to say. And am I not lucky? Well, maybe. I prefer not to waste my luck on everything, – says the guy who spent a point (or two) of luck on nothing. – You're pushing me to not go to the casino now, father.
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Want to test yourself in something else?
- What else is there? Or wait, I was just walking by, and you're already putting me on hot coals – what's the point? Are you going to record a record for posterity? You have a cool hat, by the way, and your outfit is like you came from the wasteland. You must have held some kind of record here too. Come on, father, tell me, did you? And I'll go through everything, as long as it doesn't take a whole day.
– What were you mumbling about, old man? – Ushumgall sneered. – Missing our friendly duels? It seems you’re no stranger to suffering for your restless mouth...
He approached the man, standing within arm’s reach, and meaningfully nodded towards the crutch.
+charisma. Does he have a katana?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Realizing that he won't be able to gain any benefit even from the thinnest of the library books, the southerner returns home. On the way, he decides to visit the local Anuzish church – after all, no one mentioned that it was inaccessible on his map.
After visiting the local church, Asmidul learns that it was closed for inspection, returns home, falls asleep, and soon begins a new day.
Before the new day had a chance to begin, the expected guest visited Asmidul. She arrived precisely at 9:10 PM. - Hello, it's me. - She had to bend down to get through the door of his house. - Where should I put my luggage?
- Be patient, dwarves, for patience is our strength, as our elder used to say. And am I not a lucky one? Well, maybe. I prefer not to squander my luck on everything, - says the guy who spent a point (or two) of luck on nothing. - You're pushing me to the point where I won't go to the casino anymore, father.
- No, why not! As someone who has lived a life, I'll tell you this: if you have a passion for something, it's better not to neglect it! If gambling brings you joy, why stop yourself? It was clear from the grandfather that he was very happy with the visit of the new guest.Author
- What else is there? Or wait, I was just walking by, and you're already putting me on hot coals - what's the point? Are you going to record a record for posterity?
- Yes, that's right. Only recently, the old records were burned, and now we have to create them again...Author
You have a cool hat, by the way, and your outfit, it's like you came from the wasteland. You must have held some kind of record here too. Come on, tell me, father, did you? And I'll go through everything, as long as it doesn't take all day.
- No, I don't have any records. I'm more of an intellectual than an athlete - who else would spend whole days with books in the end? You can wave a sword or other weapon at the dummy, dodge arrows, run around, and knock down the arrows being fired at you.Author
- What did you mumble, old man? - Ushumgallu grinned. - Are you missing friendly duels? It seems you're no stranger to suffering for your restless mouth... He approached the man at arm's length and nodded meaningfully at the crutch.
- It seems you have thin skin, you're so delicate, that words cut you like a knife.Author
“But at least I have guts, unlike you,” Ushumgallu said, taking another step and tapping the hilt of his katana. “Give me that silly sword, old man. You owe me for the time I wasted, and you won’t even use it anyway, you might just hurt yourself.”
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- No, no, why not! As someone who has lived a long life, I'll tell you this: if you have a passion for something, it's better not to ignore it! If gambling brings you joy, why stop yourself?
- Tomusho could even leave there without his pants, ah-ha-ha! Alright, let's create some new records for you. Our archivists will be amazed when they realize what kind of titans used to roam the Asu-Gush skies.
He carefully takes off his jacket and stretches before going to practice on the mannequin and dodge arrows.
-- At least my guts aren't as weak as yours, -- Ushumgallu said, taking another step and tapping the katana's hilt. -- Give me that funny sword, old man. You owe me for the time I wasted, and you won't need it anyway; you might hurt yourself.
These "newcomers" have completely lost it... No respect for their elders...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Before the new day had a chance to begin, the expected guest arrived at Asmidul's place. She came precisely at 9:10 PM.
- Hello, it's me. - She had to bend her head to get through the door of his house. - Where should I put it?
—Good evening! —greeted the southerner, slightly surprised by such punctuality. —Where...? Hmm... —looking around, he barely suppressed a yawn. —Let's put it in the kitchen, a little further away, over there by the far wall. I have some empty space there right now, and the statue will add a noticeable touch to the interior and be a companion for dinner.
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