- That's why your Rusk is an impenetrable dumbass, - Jerome put the mug on the counter and, raising his tone, turned to the audience. - Gentlemen, whoever guesses what my karma is will get a lager at the expense of the house!The voices sounded different, but were the same in opinion.- Well done, you guessed it. I can pour the lager. Only he is sour. Arrange?Nobody took the beer.- If even one said that I was a Outcast, I would have to open the barrel, - the bartender said with a grin. - And then cover the cost of it.I looked at Jerome with bulging eyes. But he didn't say a word.- Well done, silent, - the bartender began to drink the ale that the girl had left. - You probably have a question. But I won't let him ask. Let me put it this way, the Outcasts are very underrated. In vain. Tell me, what is your level of Appreciation?- Four.- Wonderful. Tonight, when you and your partner finish "signing" the contract, I'll be waiting for you at the door. After that I will teach a couple

I told him so: "You're crazy." He spoke directly, without concealment and doubt. Said when he clarified a new detail of the plan.In his opinion, I should deal with the scarecrows myself."Yes, I'm crazy," Jerome admitted calmly, closing his eyes. Because I'm a Demon. We have always been a minority. If you can't fight three people... you won't live long. Learn from your youth.- My combat skill is on cooldown! - My indignation knew no bounds. "And I haven't really eaten since I came into this world!"- Oh, the devil, how gentle we are. And when the monsters corner you, will you cry too? - the bartender twisted his face and in a high, teasing voice portrayed: - Please don't tear me to pieces, I haven't eaten and all my skills are on the rollback! Ay, do not touch your hand, but not the right one, I masturbate to her thoughts about my beloved!"Shut up," I muttered.- Dude, no offense. But if you don't whip a couple of scarecrows, I'll be disappointed.- How? The fact that I'm really su

He pulled his hair, pulling the dumbass off the bed. He immediately curled up, covering his head with his hands. Having kicked him properly, ignoring the plaintive groans, he took out a knife and forced him to look at me.“If you do something like that again with the things of the Sibyl, I will turn your nose into a pig's penny,” the blade pressed against the cheek of the frightened “Hero”, leaving a scratch on it. - Do you understand me, freak?- Y-yes... I'm sorry.Wincing at the trembling voice, I stood up.- Get dressed. We're going to Jerome.- Yes, well ... - Almost crying, the pervert got up from the floor.I stood at the door, carefully watching the half-wit and mechanically playing with the knife. The thick handle twisted in the fingers as the grip changed over and over again.Hastily and confused, the man deigned to get dressed. He stood up, looking at me questioningly."Get out," he ordered, waving his knife towards the door.Dejected, the idiot went out into the corridor.

- I don't know who you can fall in love with on a day of acquaintance.- You said you didn't like the Sibyl.- Spoke. Don't know. After the first fight, I looked at myself differently."Don't you dare use the Sibyl. She won't stop thinking about you, obviously. But if you're just using it...- And you're using me. She is using you. I'm using both of you. And we all use that jerk who is supposedly a servant. And he is us. Each has its own benefit. She breaks your heart, so why do you think you should take care of her? - a straightforward answer escaped before I could restrain myself. - I won't leave her. But the safety of the heart is not guaranteed.Jerome looked at me silently for a while. I could not understand - whether he wants to hit, or laugh. But in the end, the young man only said dryly:- At least be honest. There's something clever about that.” Standing up, the bartender put the knife into the bowl of fruit. - Let's at least agree that we are all first of all Demons. Brother

You bought everyday clothes with special properties!Would you like to make her your default outfit? After death, you will appear in these clothes. All properties will be saved.The mental answer is yes or no.I was ready to kiss the System while reading this message."Yes!"Your outfit has been updated.Apparently, when they told me that you lose everything when you die, they meant "all military equipment." And really, what else to expect from a crowd of men obsessed with fights? They do not care about a sense of style and a spectacular look. The most important thing for them is armor and weapons. Accordingly, they think about these losses.Pig and I went outside. The downpour ended, which was logical for such a strong weather: only occasionally small drops fell from the sky.I looked at the dirt under my feet. This is able to turn shoes into viscous pads in just a couple of steps. But, thanks to the enchantment for cleanliness, lumps of dirt peeled off the shoes almost immediately.