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Genza has undoubtedly already undergone the coming-of-age ritual, but from a visual perspective, in the presence of this almost Nordic-looking warrior woman, this fact could be questioned.
Asmidul, why hasn't he married her after a whole year of courtship? What excuses do you have? Decide quickly, before Genza takes him away.Author
Bedolaga, 35 rem. +10% to earnings.
I wonder, do the merchants themselves keep such items in their furniture slots? Logically, they should, but then the prices should have a common divisor, which is 5 here. We can conclude that the merchant (technically) has a +25% multiplier, and the actual price of the deer is 28, the three-headed dog is 80, and so on. Yes, I'm getting carried away, but it's an interesting question. By the way, Marsil would buy them.
"One hundred and fifty," the young man answered honestly. He wouldn't dare deceive Kir, of all people, at least not yet. "If you're afraid of eccentric couples, you might as well never go shopping, so I'll head there right away."
Kir handed over 160 rems, conveying with a glance that the extra ten was "for a drink, for buying and delivering the scroll."
Arriving first at the port and then at the place he needed, Ushumgallu's eyes meet a foreign-looking man and woman: likely the very couple Kir mentioned... Or perhaps not? The woman was tall, but not so tall that the grace of her femininity-filled figure would suffer. She had a large, but not enormous, chest — just right to please any man's gaze while avoiding criticism from those who despise so-called cows. Judging by her neat palms, hard labor was unfamiliar to her, and her perfectly matched makeup and accessories revealed someone who devoted great attention to her appearance. In her alluring eyes could be read a passionate desire — though not quite the kind found in the guild of the same name. The man, meanwhile, lacked ten centimeters to count himself among the ranks of proud two-meter Scribes, but he compensated for that small oversight of nature with a powerful build. It was evident from him that he was not only very strong but also extremely agile. - Mister Gijo, I believe that even far beyond the borders of our homeland, those from Minjin should stick together. Judging by how tightly the woman pressed herself against her interlocutor, her "sticking together" meant something slightly different from what one might think upon hearing those words. - That is a common misconception, my mysterious lady. In truth, I was born in Hachimia, but the fact that I spent a significant part of my life in Minjin is true, so there is sense in your charming chirping. - Then... The woman tried to bring her lips closer to her interlocutor's, but was stopped by his index finger. - But sticking together won't work for us, alas. - W-why?.. - Because my anaconda is hungry for only one woman, and you are not her. Sorry. - ... ! A minute or so later, the woman leaves the location with a clearly visible shock on her face.
- Hello. That is... zzdzzdr... - Gen couldn't pronounce it and just nodded. His gaze swept over the figures and focused on her eight-pack. - Nichego, byvaet.
Then, without noticing, he counted to one hundred:
- Go, dog.
Unable to tear his gaze away from the saleswoman's subcutaneous concrete plates, he realized that he had been staring at that spot for quite some time, and it was probably a bit rude, but he couldn't help himself.
- It's... not often you get to see that, - he finally tried to explain the situation. - Respect.
-- Flint, ouch... Ushumgallu whistled respectfully. Although, in this man's place, he would have acted completely differently, it was obvious that there was such a tension of will here that, compared to it, standing on hot stones was just child's play. -- Good day... but perhaps not for everyone. Question-question-question?
- I'll take them. If I throw them away, there's always a risk that some child will pick them up. - The Mage sighed and shook his head. - I'll have to sacrifice my own health for the common good.
- Self-sacrifice speaks of the greatness of the soul, as one of the philosophers of antiquity said. It's a pity that in our time, not everyone appreciates this praiseworthy quality. But not me, - the Sugarian firmly stated. - I need a person who cares about our world, and who puts his desire to help people above his own interests. I assure you, it won't take long, and in gratitude, I can help with the elimination of the Nikkers, - Ferus certainly didn't expect the latter, but he still decided to offer his "help".
- Hello. That is... zzdzzdr... - Gen couldn't pronounce it and just nodded. His gaze swept over the figures and focused on her eight-pack. - Nichego, byvaet. Then, without noticing it himself, he counted to one hundred: - Go, dog. Unable to tear his gaze away from the sub-dermal concrete slabs of the saleswoman, he realized that he had been staring at that spot for quite some time, and it was probably a bit rude, but he couldn't help himself. - It's... not often you get to see that, - he finally tried to explain the situation. - Respect.
- I had everyone like that in my squad. But I understand that in these parts, my appearance is very different from the norm. Sorry. The dog moves into Genza's inventory.
- It's better to jump right into the process; it's more interesting. You can even try to ask a confusing question to make it harder for me to concentrate on the game in the following rounds.
—It's not that easy to come up with something on the spot, while also avoiding delving into forbidden "secrets." —the erudite scratched his head. —You know, I've had the chance to read your biography before, so you can probably guess the first question that everyone has wanted to get an answer to over the years.
- No, actually, I mean the opposite – many people completely neglect themselves. So, seeing something like this is quite uplifting. It makes you feel at peace about humanity and gives you a sense that there is a path forward. And where do these Valkyries live?... If it's not a secret. Hmm, you know what? Let's take this old man too. Somehow, I feel like he's looking at me with his stern gaze, but I don't know why. As if he's waiting for something – perhaps Genza sensed this, considering his new status.
Does "something invisible" provide 25 defense?8081km
It depends on me and Astral.
Will there be a comment like "Interview in progress" or something similar? I just don't know how many questions Cherry has. If it's not close to the end and Cherry doesn't plan to "get distracted by the customer," then Erika will go somewhere else...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
-- Flint, ouch... Ushumgallu whistled respectfully. Although he would have acted differently in this man's place, it was clear that there was such a tension of will here that standing on hot stones was just child's play in comparison. -- Good day... but perhaps not for everyone. Question-question-question?
- There are no bad days, only bad moods, and to avoid them, you need to improve your spirit. - The man replied with unsolicited wisdom and immediately introduced himself. - Gijo Naoya, or, if you prefer, Naoya Gijo. - He extends his hand. - My other half and I decided that a shop with no name would be quite original, but, unfortunately, the cartographers and bureaucrats of our time did not appreciate our artistry, so yes - question-question-question is here. Shall we go inside? - The current and previous scenes took place at the entrance to the shop. - I'll show you our goods.
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- Self-sacrifice speaks of the greatness of the soul, as one of the philosophers of antiquity said. It's a pity that in our time not everyone appreciates this praiseworthy quality... But not me, - the Sugarian firmly stated. - I need a person who cares about our world, and who puts his desire to help people above his own interests. I assure you, it won't take long, and in gratitude, I can help with the elimination of the Nikkers, - Ferus, of course, did not expect the latter, but still decided to offer his "help".
- Oh, that's very commendable of you! And yet, I wouldn't want to put you in danger... And what kind of help do you need? If it's something I can do, I'll be happy to help.
—It's not that easy to come up with something on the fly, while also avoiding getting involved in forbidden "state secrets." —the scholar scratched his head. —You know, I've had the chance to read your biography before, so you can probably guess the first question that everyone has wanted an answer to for years.
—I should suggest to Kurt that he take a closer look at you as a promising young tactician. —In this context, Kurt was almost certainly Kurt Gurianos, the head of the "Hand" and, essentially, the second most important person in the country's military affairs after the king. —If you answered the question that came to my mind right now, and you told me "I meant something else," then I would have to give three answers instead of the two I owe you. —The king propped his head up with his hand. —But if you're asking about whether I have a biological daughter, then that's exactly the kind of state secret, because when I'm gone, both answers could lead to very serious consequences.
Ushumgallu, who had never particularly trained either his spirit or his intellect, could only nod respectfully in response to such wisdom.
-- Ushumgallu, -- he shook the foreigner's hand. -- Here are some papers. In the old days, questions marked what existed, but now, no matter where you go or look, and even though I was told there's no exact address... Let's go.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers