As a result of the conversation, it became clear why Nitro is so careful with the dead. The nearest spawn for him is already in the city. The hero has already settled down here, rides almost like cheese in butter. And the headman loves him, and the girls do not deprive him of attention. Although after the incident with an unwanted pregnancy, they "cooled off to the dog." And then the farmer's stupefied daughter died in childbirth along with the baby. Although "health was strong." And the girl herself is "not skinny." After that, the charm of Nitro was shaken.- Tell me, Fox, have you killed many monsters? - Nekna, tipsy, asked."Not really," I waved my hand vaguely. - I saw different ones. I even saw a huge worm. Like several houses. He had a lot of hands.- And killed?- Friends helped.The evasive answer completely convinced the girl.- Eh, if someone killed the dead ... they have been getting us for the third month already. They roam the yards. They scare everyone.- Only scare?-

I got a nice horse. The first days of the trip went smoothly. The cart, loaded imperceptibly for the animal, rolled smoothly. The only annoying thing was that there were no inns along the way, no villages. It felt like we were going to the end of the world. All around the plains gave way to forests, and all of them were so bright and colorful that the soul could not get enough of it. Bread was eaten, they ate only meat and berries. The horse grazed regularly, without showing any anxiety. Kind, like a well-fed cat, and affectionate - like a bygone spring. She unharnessed calmly, did not bite, did not kick. Only sometimes she moved her muzzle impatiently, as if asking when they would free her from the collar and a bunch of belts. At first, it was unusual for me to mess around with all this harness, but the experienced Chanterelle quickly taught me all the subtleties and tricks.Stopping for the night in the evening, I quickly released Solka (that was the name of the horse) and, gently s

"You're persecuting me," said a silent man standing next to Nemka.- Don't drive! - the blond, ignoring the weapon in my hands, turned to his comrades. - Exactly Dehra!- With your permission, - I coughed, - are we fighting or what? My name is Lis.- Fox? .. - the blond turned to me. Narrowed his eyes. No, you are Dehra. Don't fool my head. I heard about you. Yes, everyone has heard of you!This bastard cut my stomach! Nemka complained. - Let's cut him to death!- Kill Dehra? - the fourth viciously poked the fat man on the shoulder. “Maybe we can chop off the hell for you?” It's a Hero! What's the point of cutting him off?- What's happening? - I asked in bewilderment, slightly lowering the weapon. - What would you like? And who are you anyway? Heroes?"No, not Heroes," the blond waved him off. - I'm Nick. These are my friends.- What makes you think I'm Dehra? - cautiously specified.- Yes, because! A lot of people know about you. You have the Demon Guild. The Outcasts are accepted t

Throwing his head back, he laughed hoarsely. He took the phone out of his pocket.“History repeats itself, motherfucker,” he shook his head, pouring tobacco into the bowl. - Well, to hell with her.Watching the bluish-gray swirls of smoke, he smiled involuntarily. He moved his finger in time with the noise of the trees. The world shook under light gusts of wind. Pale grass rustled thoughtfully around ... I closed my eyes, watching the colored blots.- The Black Book of Love brings relief to the winter parade ... - he whispered, listening to the unusual melody that sounded in my head.Exhaling sweetish smoke, I felt my tongue sting. The little fox was sitting very close, tired, exhausted ... I touch her hand with a prosthesis and I'm ready to swear - I feel it. Cool skin… delicate outlines of a girl's wrist… I listen to her measured breathing. Sleep now is what you need. Let him rest. I'll take care.The fire barely audibly crackles with branches like bones. The flame warms the feet ev

There was a knock on the door. Jumping up, he looked at Fox. She was already hastily wrapping herself in a blanket, covering her nakedness.- Open! I shouted, returning to the table and putting the little book into my pocket.Two guys entered the room. One carried a new trough, the other a couple of buckets of hot water.- It was ordered to prepare a second bath, - the young man muttered, involuntarily glancing at Chanterelle lying in bed. - You need?“Do what you are told,” I nodded with a cold smile. - And bring a chamber pot. The lady will not walk around the district at night to do her business.- We'll bring it, - the second of the guys nodded willingly, pulling a trough full of dirty water to the door. - Does the girl smoke? Do you need tobacco?- O? I looked at the errand boy in surprise. - Do they sell tobacco here?- Grih, fill up the stove, - the first of the guys muttered, putting a trough in the middle of the room. - Don't bother sir."Shut up," I snapped. - Speak... Grih.