It just lets you move in only one direction. You can't be a well-rounded prodigy, mate, you have to focus on something. You now have well-developed Fisticuffs and Butcher. And most likely, the class will be formed on the basis of these skills. Of course, the System will take into account all your activities as a whole. But don't expect too much.- And what then with what I have already pumped?- Most will freeze and disappear from the list of skills. You won't lose what you've developed, but you won't be able to succeed on your own either." Jerome put the Diary back in his pocket. - Nobody says that you will become a helpless little dwarf who only knows how to fight with his fists and carve meat. Just getting new skills and developing them will become a paid pleasure. And you will need to find someone who can teach. Spend a lot of time studying and practicing.So you didn't develop yourself?- Of course not. When I got the Musketeer class, there were only three skills left: Speed ​​Ch

The square gradually filled with people. I sat on the edge of a well dug conveniently in the center, looking boredly at the roaming people. I reflected only briefly on the peculiarities of their simple clothes, daily behavior and manner of bargaining for goods. Yesterday's dialogue left an unpleasant aftertaste inside. And no, it's not that Alliel is unpleasant. Quite the opposite. But I could do nothing with the involuntary outbursts of emotion, which I myself tried to suppress so as not to inadvertently exacerbate anything.And yet, she is right. I can't help but consider myself human. Even if someone gave me sharp ears and big eyes, I would still habitually classify myself as a tho'elle. But this did not mean that I was unable to understand Alliel's feelings. The issue is acceptance, perhaps?Can I afford to look at people with disdain? See them as only enemies? I said I'm ready to drown in hatred for thoe if need be. Yes, there, I’m already kind of drowning. If you think about it,

"How much mana is left?" he asked himself, remembering that he had spent a few units in the herbalist's shop this morning.5.2 mana available.- Four!Devil, already something. The gust will turn out to be approximately the same in power as yesterday. So, we must keep our distance and look for an opportunity ...- Five!I did not have time to fully prepare, as Gorn rushed forward. His muscular torso, covered only by a sleeveless jacket, tensed. The fist whistled in front of my face. I barely managed to lean back. Immediately a new blow, aimed at the stomach. And I'm a bitch flexing backwards "c"Spinning, he slid to the side, skirting the enemy. A large hand almost grabbed my shoulder. Shoving the enemy, he pushed off from him, bouncing a couple of steps back.- Your mother, why are you so smart? - Horn asked with horror.As soon as I finished speaking, another blow dangerously tore the air above my ear. Even without Crush, his strength is impressive. It does not reach Sukharik, but t

At first, people were reluctant to give in, but as soon as I actively earned a prosthesis, my enthusiasm increased. Shouts were heard. Little by little I was recognized. And soon they released the spectators from the uneven formation.A line of guards lined up in front of the rioters. I noticed a couple of young demons. And, of course, Pig. He stood in full gear: armor, a hammer, a massive helmet with a lowered visor. Walking past him to the defenders of the law, he did not even say hello. Not before.- Guards, step aside! Guild business!Pushing aside a couple of campaigners, I appeared before the Jackal in all its glory. The red-haired freak bared his teeth, showing crooked, pointed teeth. Apparently, this is the reason for the nickname.- Well, finally you came, you son of a bitch! - the man was delighted, after which he turned to the crowd. - And here is this narrow-eyed schmuck! Do not pounce on him right away, I want to talk heart to heart first.- Let's just go faster. Tell me

But it's impossible in the dark. Although my beloved and I have long remembered the location of a few things, we wanted to see each other.The solution was the kitchen. We rarely cooked in it, the stove required fire (a minus for Alliel), and the smoke often fell in the wrong direction, filling the house with a stench (which is a big minus for Neri, who was irritated and sneezed). And in general, I did not see the point in wasting time on cooking cereals. So the kitchen was called that only out of habit. In fact, it was something like a place for gatherings and conversations.He felt for the doorknob and pushed it inside. His eyes were warmed by the blue glow.Alliel sat at the table, studying some book. Her hand was occupied with an apple, which she managed to take a pretty bite. Looking up, she smiled. And I answered the same. The elf has always been beautiful. But especially at times like this.The caterpillars I picked up in the dungeon were very useful. They ate little, mostly gr