A woman opened to me. Far from beautiful, and the figure is plump, but her eyes were just right. Dull, mysterious. Grey-green. Curious. They do not fit at all with an ugly face, where one feature tried to be brighter than the other. What do you need?“Think about it,” I snapped, jerking the stump of my arm.“I don’t grow limbs,” the woman muttered, trying to close the door.But my leg got in the way.- I'm crying just to heal other wounds. And for this stump to stop bleeding. Tighten the wounds, don't care about your hand.- Do you have money? It will cost five coins.- Agreed, let's get down to business.They finally let me in. Neri the sorceress tried to leave her on the street, but my friend with a bloody muzzle showed no joy at this. On the contrary: she growled lingeringly, in her own way as a hyena. It sounded terrible.I sat down on a chair. He accepted a mug with something foul-smelling.“Drink while I prepare for the spell,” the woman asked sleepily, cautiously walking aroun

- In your case, if you find it, it's by chance. The target can be anywhere in the world, and the System is usually slow to help. So the only way to get revenge is to travel and look for anyone who knows something about the right person.Of course, I didn't know who he was. Maybe a local celebrity, or maybe an unknown tramp. I haven't heard any big names in general. But since the beginner began to have questions, I wanted to give confident answers.- I see, - Rybka set aside an empty bowl and began to drink ale. - And what is your proposal?- Offer? I smiled, tilting my head.- You didn't just start asking all this. And feeding me like your hyena is also not a gesture of ordinary generosity.Shaking his head, he looked tiredly at Rybka. Well, though not quite a novice, but still a fool. I was too lazy to explain that food is not top dressing. When you basically have trophies in the form of money, it’s not clear what value, you can’t distribute them left and right for every small good.

Neri excitedly got up from the ground and stepped aside. Thinking she had noticed something, he followed her with his eyes. But the girl, having settled down near the bush, spread her paws, arching and straining. Clearly, he's doing his job.- Fish, just believe. We need to pretend we're fighting."You're acting like a jerk," the Hero sighed.Putting his hand to his face, he shook his head, wincing and rubbing his temples in annoyance. Not a partner, but a walking hemorrhoid.- Repeat what you said there?- You're acting like an idiot.- What are you talking about? - flaring up, he sharply slapped the guy in the face.He belatedly tried to shrug off the hand, but I already jumped up, moving a couple of steps away.- It's you moron! Your mother gave birth to you in the wrong place, right?! - he barked, putting all the accumulated irritation into the intonation. - Well, these quests rested on you, ram ?! You won't give a fuck about them!- Yeah! Rybka roared, jumping to his feet. - Also

But we can't leave the situation like this. This is a stupid enemy, but what will he be like in a year? What if, now that I'm leaving Crackhead behind me, one day I get hit hard in the back?Okay me. The immortality of the Hero saves. Even Auto-da-Fé or Feeding is not that scary, to be honest. But if I love Alliel... If she's still alive. Can I afford to leave behind someone who can get to her?How will I feel if, in the future, a loved one dies from my enemy?Looking at the bearded man, he involuntarily clenched his fist. So far, I'm not strong enough. Even if I return to Artiloche, I will still be a weakling. Jerome was killed in my presence, although for some reason he began to seem invulnerable. Confident, radiant, experienced and smart. He was gutted on a city street. Gutted because of me. Because I didn't resolve the issue with Rusk.Having made friends, I lost the right to leave enemies. The system came up with a world where everyone can take revenge on each other without restr

- Who said I got it? Since my childhood, I was given to the temple of Liressa. All treatment is her energy. From my side, only devotion to the goddess.- That's how ... - rubbing his chin, he frowned. - But how then to learn magic?- Through books.- And that's it?- No, not all, - Miriya smiled. - It's quite difficult. Spellbooks are dangerous. Not all Heroes decide to take on this.- What is the danger?- I think you'll see for yourself. It's pointless to describe in words.The sorceress finished her tea in a couple of large sips, which made me wince a little: it was probably still hot. She pushed the glass away, rustling the earthen bottom against the wooden table. Got up.- So. So, you completed the quest, and I can take all the mushrooms for myself?“Uh... Yes,” he shrugged uncertainly and looked at Miriya as she left the room.I took the glass. He took a sip of the strong-tasting drink. He winced as he felt the sediment on his tongue. Took another sip. In general, not bad. He ex