- No way. Can you play?“A little,” the Hero admitted modestly. - But the last time, as I sat down here at the cards, I was robbed to a penny.- That's how ... - I chuckled. - Okay. I think I can give you a couple of lessons.While I was flirting with the Fox, a new character entered the game. Red-haired, strong guy. There were as many freckles on his face as if he had been doused with slop from a chamber pot. And the tousled hair and self-confident smile with which he took the cards in his hands ... This is definitely my victim. Rude, careless. But still dangerous.I sauntered over to the gambling table, making my step more distracted than it actually was.- Gentlemen, I'll sit down? - asked the guys."On the next hand," one of them replied intently, not taking his eyes off the cards in his hand.Suction. There will be nothing for him to celebrate today. Even without Empathy, I read all the shit that he collected from the deck.However, for some reason he decided to bluff. He made a

- Wait! I yelled, panting and gasping for air.Red Beam stopped, calmly turning his only eye to me. He tilted his head, smiling indulgently.- Out of breath, boy? - He asked and immediately waved his hand. - Let's go to. Left a little.We've been walking since the rain stopped. Until the sun sank on the pink horizon. We walked among the trees, among the grass and bushes, trampling the ground, soaked from the weather. And now we have to go...When the need to knead the dirt disappeared, Beam and I found ourselves among a pile of stones. Very similar to the wreckage of a building, they lay on top of each other, bristling sharp corners, protecting themselves from the outside world.In the place that surrounded the stones, there was a habitable place for the camp. The outlines of a repeatedly burned fire, small debris like rags, cigarette butts, bones of small animals.Beam sat down on one of the stones, stretching his legs and exhaling with undisguised contentment. I froze nearby, lookin

- I lost my horse.“Like many of us,” the chieftain chuckled. - Nothing, don't worry. Goldie immediately went to the stable to look after the horses for us. It is at the other end of the village, a little further away. Let's go to.Glancing at the dead Hero, whose body began to gradually crumble into ashes, he grimaced and picked up his sword. It was the only thing of any value. I won't wear metal armor.- Let's go, - with a sigh, he followed the Red Beam.You have successfully completed the quest "The Judgment of the Guilty". Hooray, long live the robbery of innocent souls.You receive a point of experience and a point of Abandonment.For a reward, contact the NPC.***Perhaps it was presumptuous of us. Maybe thoughtlessly. Or maybe ... initially impossible.“It’s someone strong,” Bim muttered.A thinned group of robbers, among whom was I, stood in front of the stable. We were united by one feeling - an animal fear that binds hands and feet. On the hay scattered in front of the stall

And now we are standing in front of some thin guy. Bim is angrily pushing something. For some reason, I crumpled the collar of my shirt, bringing my frightened face closer to me. I punch a couple of times, cutting through the skin with the steel of the prosthesis. The guy screams plaintively, making excuses. As soon as I let him go, he tries to run away. Bim with laughter, like a crazy animal, rushes after him. Jumping! Catches the fugitive, pinning him to the ground. With a crunch, he breaks his hand. I laugh, leaning against the wall. Makes me sick. The ataman takes out a purse from the poor man's pocket. Hangs on his belt. Finally he kicks me and waves his hand to me: "Let's go."And then we broke into someone's house. Long disputes about debts. Powder is sprinkled on the countertop. Beam generously tightens his nostrils. Grabs the bag, pours out more. He invites me with his gaze. I lean. Shaking. I have a hard time taking a short puff. I scream, I shake my head. The system warns a

The door shook from the impact. I just need a little time. Recover. No matter how serious the guard was, it was not possible to break in. Wait, freak, we'll see you.Taking back control of the muscles, he glanced at the indicators in the interface. Mana is enough. The berserk has long since died out, depriving me of part of my strength. Not that important.Rolling away from the door, he let it open with a kick. The guard smiles bloodthirstyly. Not afraid? In vain.Impulse Activation.4 mana spent.This time the hit is accurate. The guard, who had time to approach and swing his baton, lifted himself off the floor. The purposeful flow of air tossed the thin body, disorienting. Gotta hand it to the kid - landed on his feet.Rush forward. knock down. Intercept the hand with the baton. Saddle. Hit.The guard tries to cover himself. He was not taught to fight in this position. And I love close-ups.With all your weight, fall on the left, clinging to the throat. Press into the floor. Strangl