For a while I watched the embarrassment on the face of my partner, and only after a long pause did I remember. Nausea rose up in my throat. Somehow squeezed out:- It's all right, - and turned back to the scene of the Hero and the Devil.It's better to watch a sheep than to stir up a pile of shit.- No, it's not okay. I know.” The Sibyl touched my cheek, and it was at that moment that Jerome faltered.But we must pay tribute - although he noticed the shadows on the wall, he was not interrupted. The voice quickly leveled off.I pulled away, easily intercepting the healer's hand and lowering it down.“That was once,” I reminded him. - Just for the sake of the contract. Forget and never remember.- Hope. I don't want you to hold a grudge against me.Jerome stuttered again. I winced. The young man is too attentive to details. Right now the Sibyl is ripping open his heart like a plow through a field.I wanted to call a break, take these two out, explain everything to them, make them kiss a
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.
A wave of heat swept in from outside. The pain began to recede, as if it had been brushed off me.Received 0.5 experience.When I opened my eyes, the tables were shifted again and the crowd was buzzing about the fight. Someone shouted:- All right, Dehra! I bet on you!I nodded and stepped back from the table. He returned to the center of the ring, stretching his shoulders. Despite the hunger, I felt wonderful.- Gentlemen, it's time to bet! Jerome announced. “The next opponent is not very strong, but that does not deprive him of the chance to win against the Demon!” Meet Knotty!I also knew this face. We approached each other. I smiled and got the same answer. We shook hands.- You quickly got up, buddy, - the bald man, whom I saw yesterday at the local healer, grinned. - Won a name and a girlfriend in a day. I mean, it's masculine.- And you, I see, have healed your wounds and still remember me. Girl don't mind your fight?"She's all for it," Knotty chuckled. - After defeating you,
- 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
- Okay, I'll figure it out along the way ... - I answered uncertainly, trying to gather my scattered thoughts into a heap."Try to keep me awake," the girl yawned again. - I have a mood, but I don’t have much strength anymore. Talking about pumping does not invigorate ...Instead of answering, I kissed. Now it has become much easier. Just like in the ring - only without adrenaline in the blood.And it's true. Why think about love if you can't even predict tomorrow?A unit of experience has been gained.Quietly closed the door behind him. The corridor was empty. The pig is sleeping. Where is Jerome?The hostess was not there. Instead, a cat sat on the table. Or a cat. I saluted the animal that was watching me closely and went out into the street.A pleasant lethargy spread through the body after the caresses of the Sibyl. The night breeze greeted me unfriendly. Still - to go out in one shoe and the likeness of breeches, which until recently were pants.There was nowhere to take new clo
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.
I knocked and waited for the man to open the door. His face was already unbandaged. Surprisingly, the Sibyl's ointment did its job - only hematomas and fresh scars remained.- Yes, boss?- Jerome was killed. So right now, you'll be training me.***There are two important components in combat: defense and attack.I preferred to combine them, because this is a necessary measure when your body does not have explosive strength, but is mobile and flexible.Pig has the opposite situation - he could either defend himself or attack. This is due to the fact that his body is clumsy, but strong.First of all, I wanted to find out the difference in our strength with him. In fact, not in dry terms.So we started testing. Initially, I lagged behind Pig in Strength, overtaking in Agility. However, the difference between us and him was not so noticeable in the checks - there was a feeling that Pig was missing something. There was strength, but he applied it incorrectly. When we fought, he made effor
As I was about to answer, I suddenly heard an angry growl behind me:- Stay where you are! Show your faces!- We'll run! I yelled as I jumped up.I was not even going to find out who tried to detain us.***We got to the lodging house quite late. The moon barely struggled with the clouds, trying to give the earth the last grains of light."I'm tired," Sibyl groaned as she made her way to the bed. - This is the most idiotic night in the last month...Without answering, I collapsed next to him. The body finally said goodbye to the very concept of "energy". I just wanted to lie down and do nothing.- Tell me, what kind of adequate person would ask to kick his ass in a tavern full of drunken bastards?- A man who tomorrow fight to the death with a brutally pumped bastard.My attempt at diplomatic protection failed."Don't you and Jerome think you've gone too fast?" - The Sibyl no longer hid her irritation. - Of course, I understand that your ambitions have played in the ass. But you're ma