Z-Class threat stigma with potential to L-Class- How are you, Scythian? A deep velvet voice rang out. "What are you looking for there?"Exuberant flaskI flinched, and Overweight, and it was her, burst out laughing. For a couple of heartbeats, I opened the inventory and took the amulet removed from Dargo.- Oh, Rita! And I was just going to you! Look what I found... — I reached out and showed loot. - Do you think you should keep it?- Well... - She was interested. - Greens? Well... Not bad. Five to the stamina at level 5 will never be superfluous. For two and a half golds with hands will be torn off, and if you are not in a hurry, then you can push in three or four.- I thought so. Nodding satisfactorily, I hid the loot in my bag. - I'll save it.- Right. Just throw the good in the chest first, or they can gackle - you will lose. She looked at me. "Did you dress up?" A good farm?- Yep. Thanks for the baton, very helpful!- Yes, honestly, not for anything. I wanted to throw it away a

Non-military craftRemove the meat from the heat and serve, wrapped in a juicy lettuce sheet. That's it, Scythian! Do you want to try cooking something? Arnault asked shaking his apron. - Okay. Still, the hearth is occupied. Don't forget to get a fire, a pot and firewood.We have just finished training in the basics of Cooking. It took about ten minutes. While an infected chef was talking about cooking methods, system messages popped up in front of me:The craft of cooking is open!You have acquired the ability to cook. Eating food cooked by a cook can temporarily have different effects. These effects can increase the characteristics, and some can give a number of unusual abilities. For cooking, as a rule, you must first light a fire.Current degree: Student (0/100).The chance of successfully cooking a dish according to a well-known recipe: 100%.Chance of successfully cooking a new culinary dish: 1%.Added culinary recipes: bread with spices, fried rabbit meat, boiled chicken egg, o

I spun an unappetizing toasted lump in my hand, after which it flew into the inventory.The idea of a better idea than selling it at auction did not occur to me. Seriously, it's useless to me because I die more often than a sparrow's heart pounds. Except to postpone the baked trebucha until better times and use it to pump the skill. Though... Abyss, stupid! It was a sleepless night, nothing else. I was still yawning, at the risk of clotting my jaw, but I decided to endure.I need to decide on the best route - not the longest, but one so as not to run into tristad patrols. I really wouldn't want to see a weird level 2 noob being talked about.The map showed that my path lies first through the forest to the east, and then through the Tremitel River in Mrakolesye. And this path will be full of pain and death. My deaths...The first problems began already a hundred meters from the glade where I cooked food. And even this distance was not easy: a night forest; tall trees, through the crown

By evening, almost half of the mobs in this part of the forest were trying to get me. There were huge spiders, and black rats, and fetid corpses, and other deaths, and even one rare cursed bear with ribs out. All this brotherhood, actively interfering with each other, piled on me: biting, gnawing, scratching, trying to tear apart, plunging into an acid fog, enveloping me in cobwebs and spitting poison. And if immediately after the activation of the curse of the undead, the pain ceased to be felt, then with an increase in damage, it began to increase. There was no time to think about the reasons, but later I decided that this was some hidden negative effect of the skill.That's just the fatigue was accumulating. A couple of times I just sat on the ground, littered with a bunch of monsters, and rested. I waited for the cheerfulness indicator to recover, and then I got up and continued to methodically mow down their rows. Unarmed combat increased to level 30, improving the accuracy of st

.Generating the agro, the warrior stuck the sword into the ground, and from this place a vibration passed, which took the glasses of life even from me. All the mobs pounced on him. Yew clenched her lips and focused only on the tank as a healing green discharge stretched from her outstretched arm to Hang.- Focus on Fire! Ed commanded.This is the first time I've seen it. Calm, confident, knowing what he is doing and what needs to be done next. He stuck a fiery bolt into the wool of one of the summoned wolves, and it caught fire. The infect with the Bomb Truck switched to it and took it out in a few seconds.- Next! Ed announced, throwing a fireball.In this manner, they cleaned up all the addas and switched again to the leader of the pack. His life points crept down confidently.At this point, I was spotted by Tissa swallowing a potion of mana. Dropping the empty vial, she shouted:- Alex! Idiot! Run from here to fig! Run...And I ran. We all ran because the Crusher howled terribly.