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Putting out the lighter, the gopnik quietly climbed the stairs and, arching his neck, put his ear to the hatch. The hearing aid caught a lot of sounds, but they all seemed to refer to anything but what was happening on the other side of the obstacle. He lightly pressed the hatch and it rose a little, but the man did not open it completely yet.After a little thought, Kolya quickly went downstairs, opened one of the boxes that stood higher and set the lighter to lick the wall of one of the barrels with flame. Then he closed the lid, which plunged the world around him into pitch darkness and began to feel his way to the stairs.Casting aside doubts and preparing for the worst, the hitman pushed the hatch up. What was waiting for him at the top surprised both with its logic and complete surprise. Having comprehended what he saw, Kolya, worried and almost forgetting about the need not to make noise, rushed back to the arsenal. Puffing, he fumbled for the right rack and threw back the lid

chapter 142

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Black observer: - Definitely to the bottom ...White Observer: - I'm against it, but business, business, so it's not up to you.**After that, Kolya, having managed to walk with his signature waddling gait six meters from the bedroom door to the hatch to the arsenal, began deftly going down the stairs. Setting the lighter to lick the side of the new barrel, he hurried up the stairs and, closing the hatch, rushed to the window.Without ceremony, he slammed the sole of his boot into the dense fabric and the window frame behind it, and ... and his foot rested against something! Kick, another kick! The gopnik rushed in panic to the closet, grabbed an ax from the rack and slashed at the window with it, tearing off the fabric and crushing the remains of the frame.- M-l-i-i-i-i-i-i-i! A cry of despair and hopelessness escaped from his chest.The window was securely closed with thick metal bars, and in order to get free, it was necessary to get rid of at least two of them. Scales immediately

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“No, this is complete idiocy, how can this even be ?!” Yura lay on the bed and thought. He tried to get the conversation that excited him out of his head, but it did not work out: what he heard during the meeting with Eritha did not want to leave his mind. “No, this cannot be, some kind of nonsense!” repeated the young man in a silent exclamation. Almost a week has passed since the remarkable dinner. And Yura really found out what the daughter of the local lord was fond of. But in the matter of rapprochement, the knowledge gained did not help much, since the former gamer was rather weak in magic, fencing and horseback riding. “Maybe she messed up something?!” But there was no one to answer this question, and Yura decided to switch his thoughts to topics that were less disturbing to the mind. “No, well, it’s still incomprehensible to the mind!” - the internal monologue broke into a new exclamation. Yes, he was seventeen years old - the age when serious topics do not linger in the

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***“No, well, this must be thrown out! “Questik” was given to him, you see ... ”- Marina fumed to herself, hurrying to the north-west of the city. There, where the mansions of wealthy citizens flaunted with rich decoration.She was not a stupid girl and perfectly understood where the “hero-lover” went.The root of her indignation lay not in the genre of unrequited love, which was supposed to be the law. She wasn't there and that's it. Marina was just a very kind and sympathetic girl and frankly worried about her friend. At the same time, the novice healer did not realize the seriousness of the situation: well, something is thumping in the port and thumping, let the locals figure it out, and she just runs away to the area of the nobility, to make sure that Yura is all right and nothing more.For the reason mentioned above, as soon as Yura left, the girl went up to the women's bedroom and put on chain mail, which immediately turned into a brilliant candle. In order to hide the unwant

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But the pirates could not think long about what they saw: Adya gave vent to anger. The staff rose and briefly struck the pavement stone. One time, lightly. And this time, the woman put something other than physical impact into the blow.A moment and a circle of thirty meters in diameter was filled with internal movement. The border of the effect began at the feet of the Mongol woman, and ended behind the backs of the pirates who shot at her. Dust, pebbles, all sorts of rubbish and the bodies of five bandits at the same time, were thrown into the air. Houses that fell into the area of effect of magic spat out the glass of their windows onto the pavement. The magic attack did not touch Adyau and Marina in any way. The robbers who fell under the influence of magic fell to the ground and froze limply, like puppets with cut threads.Marina, however, was not touched by what was happening: huddling into a ball, she whimpered softly from the fear that had bound her.Adya approached Marina a

chapter 147

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The lord sighed, left the cabinet with documents and two men went to the exit from the office. Erita's father closed the door behind him, which exactly matched the color and texture of the wall. As soon as the door closed, it merged with the wall as a single surface. People unfamiliar with the residence will have to seriously rack their brains before they find the entrance to the office of the ruler of Mitung.Further, it took the two of them quite a bit of time to find themselves in the spacious hall of the residence. Eritha, the wife of the lord with her sons, two men from the night shift of guards and several women of the servants were already gathered here. The rest of the workers left the residence for the night, so there were not many people, with the exception of the guards.The lord nodded to his wife, and the crowd moved towards the massive wooden doors, preparing to leave the building.Arthur tensed. His ears picked up a faint sound. That unpleasant knock with which the cros

chapter 148

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* Ostoris is a metal that, when heated, “forgets its shape” and behaves like rubber. But as soon as he “straightens up” and returns to the form specified during casting, he instantly hardens. A rare and expensive material used for all sorts of dangerous things.If Arthur wanted to kill the two dozen pirates that were now in charge of the residence, it would take him surprisingly little time. But this option had to be scrapped, since the redhead with the black beard was in a different weight category. Even though the woman looked about thirty years old, Arthur was not deceived by her age. An inner feeling clearly told him: she was the type of people who developed their spiritual and physical strength so much that the aging process began to partially obey the will of a person. After all, Arthur himself is already over a hundred, although the appearance of the butler is rarely given more than sixty.Pirates, meanwhile, were engaged in one aspect of the piracy business, namely, outright r

chapter 149

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In a pant, another kilometer and a half flew by, during which it became clear that there was not so much left of the former Yura in him, at least bodily. He couldn’t run more than a kilometer before, and “run” is not quite the right word, “puff” was more suitable. However, the current Yura was far from the condition of a super hero, which is why he was incredibly out of breath.Suddenly, "the scenery changed" and the young man ended up in the area of posh mansions of wealthy citizens. The mansions were located in even rows, which were separated from the road by low bars. The road itself was illuminated by frequent, but not very bright gas lamps. A sort of holiday village of extra-class. And now, only two hundred meters separated from the beginning of the nobility district to the residence of the lord of the hitman. Just run a little forward, turn left and go out to the large ornate gates of the monastery of the local ruler. What Yura immediately decided to do. And he almost fell i

chapter 150

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Pondering the plan of action, Yura became despondent. The reason for despondency, as is often the case, lay in the details. First, the current fence turned out to be quite high, about the height of a man, and metal spiers stuck out on top of this fence, not very sharp, but a piece of hoodie can easily be left. Secondly, the road between the residence and the territory of the garden, in which the “guerrilla-scout” sat down, was very well lit. And now, carefully parting the branches of the bush, the young man clearly saw the bustle of armed men in the courtyard of the building he needed.“What did I get here at all! Although no, it’s clear what’s useful: it’s likely that Erita really has problems. The question is, how can I, a fool, solve these problems ... ”the hit man groaned to himself and began to think about how, if not to solve the problems, then at least not to produce new ones.Alas, the thinker did not generate anything worthwhile. The mind, going through the ways of painful an

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- Good question, bad answer. Your shattered head will provoke her into attacking the blackbeard. She will snatch out a cunning stiletto that is hidden in her belt and try to drive twenty centimeters of death under the shoulder blade of the leader of the pirates. But, alas, the weight categories are too different: a short blow, and after the third bullet today. Trite, sad, but true.- Can I do something?!The "actor" thoughtfully touched his chin with his hand, and then issued:- And why, maybe it's better to go home, at the computer ...- How is it, home? Yura didn't understand.- Yes, it's very simple. Here you are, and here you are at home, celebrating your luck from the bow knocked out of the boss, lazily brushing off offers to sell it, or join a new community of players more worthy of you. What is it called, “flock” it seems, but no, in another way - “clan”. Well, what a mess in your Sharapov head, - and Kukuruz looked at the hitman with a look, as if he was going to sew a shirt f

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