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The jackal didn't sleep. Anyway, when the door opened, he immediately looked at me with such hatred that I smiled. And from the poured insults, the smile became wider.“I’m glad to see you too,” I said, going up to the table and rattling my prosthetic finger over the instruments.No, really, tools. And never tortured! Here is a hammer, they hammer nails with it. Tooth-pulling tongs are a marvelous invention. Between his grips was a funny screw, which must first be screwed into the problem tooth. Of course, you will have to adapt, but in experienced hands the tool shows a worthy example of how to get rid of worries. A further list is the same household one - a cleaver for chopping tender meat. Hatchet for bones. Saw. Several fishing hooks. Necessarily fishing line made of horse hair. The guys fulfilled the request well to assemble a set of a jack-of-all-trades. And there was even money left. Some of the tools, of course, were taken for a while, so I could not drag out the issue with th
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The ghost returned the gear to its place and the mechanism began to work with a quiet rustle. I was able to move my fingers again.- What was wrong?The young man gave me a look, completely blank, but in it I read the answer. Remembering how the last time the engineer's attempts to explain something ended, he waved his hand.- You're right, it doesn't matter. All the same, metal and magic are a dense forest for me.- Something else?- Not. Everything is good. Tell me if you need help with those... eggs.- That is unlikely. They won't be a problem.” The Ghost returned to the book, opening it to the correct page.Deciding that the dialogue was over, I returned to the hatch. The guy is not the easiest conversationalist, and one could be glad that he spends most of his time in the attic. The main thing is that there is no doubt in his devotion. As long as a young man has access to resources, books and loneliness, everything suits him. So he told me anyway.Before the start of the usual ro
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Hero Dehra.Level 4 (37/102)Reputation: 5 AbandonedOutcast Loyalty: 2Strength: 4 (0/5)Agility: 6 (2/5)Intelligence: 4 (1/5)Perception: 5 (4/5)Luck: ???Spirit: 8Title: BossClass: WandererGuild: Demons (Leader)Pets: Neri (60/100)There have been minor changes in skills. Some have disappeared, some have been added. For example, Archery and Accounting. Both that, and another is pumped in well. Grimacing, I looked longingly at the last title. If I don't want the System to consider this as my class skill, it's time to quit reporting. Otherwise, I will be considered an archer shooting bundles of reports. So I can imagine how the enemies will drown in horror among the scrolls with numbers and tedious entries. "Oh no, this is Dehra, the storm of all state institutions!" Darkness.Closing the diary, he tossed it back into his bag. Opened the interface, scanned the list of friends. He shifted his gaze to active skills. Snake Throw at level 2 has gained an additional charge. So now I
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- Well?! What are you standing for?! Spitting contemptuously, he pointed his finger in his direction. "Why don't you finish me off before you go to the city jail!?" Send me to the dungeon, asshole. Take your soul awayAnd I saw how the gears in the bald head rotate. Pretty active. Much faster than the ones in my prosthesis. Even at the highest power.Knotty knew that he had a chance to finish me off. While I was sitting out my pants at work in the town hall, this bastard was constantly fighting monsters, swinging, becoming faster and stronger.But the strength of the body was not on my side. There were people behind me. Angry people whose salaries were delayed. They must have suspected before that that I put too much in my pocket. After all, hunters were constantly killing monsters, should there be money in the treasury?And even if I die, it won't help Knobby. He has positive karma, which will not allow him to get into the dungeon, escaping from persecution. Immediately after death,
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- The money went through you, didn't it?- Part. Part via Rusk. Basically, we sent money to our curator. We received instructions from him.- Who is the curator?The demon standing in the room twitched uncomfortably, but immediately stopped under my gaze.- I do not know. This Sukharik knows, but he most likely has already fled.- Who decided to start a riot?"I. I swear on anything," the Jackal shook his head. We didn't have many options, so I decided to organize a crowd.- I see, - I sighed, turning away from the prisoner.The demon stood in the corner of the room, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. All the time the redhead talked, the tension grew.- Why are you nervous? - I turned to Knotty's subordinate, but the Jackal did not understand this and muttered something.“I’m not nervous,” the young hunter lied.- Excellent, - I clicked the cigarette case, handing it to the demon, whose name I did not remember. - Do you want to smoke?The demon shook his head. Shrugging, he put the
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Like a scorpion peeking out from under a stone, Rybka threw off his hood, turning around to greet him. His face has acquired a couple of new scars, one of which almost crossed out his eye. Unshaven cheeks, bruises under the prickly gaze. The guy, apparently, was not going through the best of times.- Dehra? The voice sounded weary. - Which fairies of drunkenness brought you here?"I've come for you, idiot," I smiled, leaning on my friend's shoulder to settle down on the flimsy chair next to me. - You're kind of sad. Something happened?“A couple of unsuccessful quests,” Rybka said sourly, turning to the swill in the mug. - Such.As always, this guy tormented quests. I sighed, resting my chin on the metal of the prosthesis, and looked bored at Rybka.- Tell me already. Let's wipe your snot and chat about the case.- If this is connected with the Guild, then I pass, - the lump of anguish grimaced. - I don't really like all this dull activity.- By type of hunting?- Hunting?They looked
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- The farther, the more it stinks ... - Rybka complained.- Will you smoke, friend? - cigarette case clicked, showing impressive stocks.- No, I pass.- Take a look yourself. If you puke, try to move away. We don't need extra smells.- Do you think my vomit will somehow smell in this horror?!- Considering that you were drinking during our meeting ... - I glanced at Rybka for a second and nodded, releasing smoke. - Yes, it will stink even worse.- Yes, you went! The boy smiled involuntarily. - Tell me, what are we looking for?- What caused the whisperers to break loose and leave their children to certain death.So something very deadly."Not necessarily." I shook my head. - It could be something that smells too strong. Whisperers don't like the smell of flowers.- Yea Yea. The most terrible creatures of these places fled because of a suddenly grown flower bed, ”Rybka said with irony, almost mocking.But then he stopped talking, meeting my serious look.“Flowers can be dangerous, my f
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- A charming fairy tale, only it is not clear fucking.Casting a glance in the direction of the worm, he was convinced that he was in no hurry to crawl away. Looks like he's waiting to give himself away.- I am a hunter whose prey is many-armed. I have been tracking them for many years. I do it patiently. Leisurely. I move without steps, I'm as dangerous as the death that they bear.The voice is silent. And before I could answer, a hand appeared from the darkness. Thin hand with long fingers. On the wrist - a massive spiked bracelet made of shiny, golden material. Silently I watched the hunter come out into the light, moving on all fours like a beast; without causing a reaction from the huge worm. His fingers touched the ground only at the tips. The skin is dotted with tattoos, it was visible in the evening darkness. Short, white hair, covered with a halo of long feathers. A predatory look from under thick bangs. An almost naked body, only a bandage on a voluminous chest and powerful
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The blacksmith's apprentice looks on with interest. In a small town, such things are rare, so the merchant immediately called the artisan, and he grabbed the apprentice ... And so the four of them stood, crowding around the dagger of the Angel.- The metal is good, - the blacksmith said quietly, pointing with his finger; the apprentice listened attentively. - They call it the steel of the titans. Almost impossible to break, only melted at a very high temperature ...- Are you squeezing? - asked the merchant, looking at the craftsman.“Of course,” the broad-shouldered man replied. - I'll have to kill for this time, but I can.- Why do you want to sell it? - the apprentice asked me.And for this question he was rewarded with looks full of horror. The blacksmith had already raised his hand to slap the back of the head, and the young man dodged aside.“I don’t need expensive things,” he answered, moving the stiletto closer to the merchant. - Noticeable - even more so. I'm just a hunter.-
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Touching the crossbow, he took it in his hands, tried to pull the bowstring. She cut into her fingers. She walked reluctantly, bending her wooden shoulders.- Come on ... - I asked, pushing it to the limit with the last of my strength. - Ready.It will be inconvenient to use a crossbow at such a pace. It is worth keeping it charged and at hand.Bolt lay in his hand. Turning the tip in the dim light of the stove, he put it into the socket. Pointed at the wall. Narrowed his eyes. Who knows. Will have to check how it shoots. A crossbow is a powerful thing, but very inconvenient for a traveler. Low rate of fire, and most of the creatures are mobile and poorly protected. Except that…I was reminded of Heroes dressed in armor. Which neither sword nor arrow usually pierce. I smiled wickedly. Get a bolt in the chest, which you can also pull out the hell, because it's stuck in steel. Why not joy for a lousy little man? From this point of view, the crossbow can be left.- Well, let's be friends
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They were waiting for me in the dark. The purest darkness swirled with the vapors of the night, and they were pierced by the fire of the fire. Empty mouths of streets going nowhere. Too hard ground, as for the feet of such a lost one. But they waited, leaving a secret among the corpses.- You still killed Beam.I stopped. Pain pounded through my nerves, fatigue huddled in every muscle, lost thoughts were replaced by clear realizations.- Killed - impassively answered, not even trying to see the invisible.- Do you know what you did?- It was revenge.Words of recognition that took on a new meaning. Not just revenge - it was pleasure.- We had an agreement with Beam. Now it's broken.- And now what?- This city is ours.The rats didn't show up, but I was sure I really heard their voice. Despite the death fever bubbling in the body. It was not delusion, hallucination, imagination.- You broke the contract that held us ten years. Now it's our turn to pay for the service. Tell me what do
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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
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Thoughts became even darker. Magic can't be used? You can come to terms with this. But what is this strange reaction of the body to a blow from a baton? After all, they hit the prosthesis. Yes, and the first blow was not so painful when the fingers flew. Sadden, of course. The skin was torn, it bled a little. But nothing terrible.The club looked normal. Wooden. The guards said that magic can't be used. Then why am I twisted?“Grid,” I called, casting aside my pride.- Listen, fox.- What kind of club do the guards have?- Who knows?- You do not know?- I know. She is wooden. Probably.- And that's it?Grid was silent. Grimacing, I buried my face in my knees. They took away my crown, weapon, smoking pipe, bag with the Diary. All have been taken. And now they're going to keep it here? What the heck? What is Beam thinking?- Watch out, it's almost night. The torches are almost out.Torches. They burn for quite a long time. Also weird. In Artilos, they had to be changed about once an ho
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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
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- Will you go? Lisa looked at me sadly.- Yes. Try not to worry and relax. Just close behind me.Picking up the bag, kissed the girl goodbye and left the room.***The streets of the city were lifeless. Beam and I are almost the only passers-by. You can't even see the patrols... The houses are standing, crooked and tired. The sun did not have time to flare up as it should, and around us there was a cool twilight. Everything is painted in soft blue. Frost is visible in places.“Everything didn’t go according to plan,” Beam began, dragging on his pipe. “The Recognized didn't go that far before.“They knew about you,” remembering, he suppressed a yawn with difficulty. - Apparently, the Heroes decided to take on the atamans.- Let them take it. You can’t get to the barons, and if they are alive, then there will always be atamans, - the man waved his hand casually. - In any case, we are not rebels. Our interest is in money, not in the killed "heroes". Let them search, sniff. Let's get by w
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- 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
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The short weapon slashed at the monster with a bloodthirsty slash. He got confused. I got distracted.Slide on the ground. Grab the hilt of the sword.- Break off! - shouted, twisting the blade.Ribs stop movement.Impulse Activation.Mana spent.The wind became like steel cutting through the sternum. I tensed, planting my feet on the ground, arching, cutting my torso with a furious scream.Impulse Activation.Mana spent.The blade spun along the ribs, splitting the muscles… crippling the organs. The creature crashed down on me. I hear Bim's scream. I hear the beat of my heart. I feel hot blood. I hold the monster with two blades, I rest on my knees. Davit, I'm barely coping, but the job is almost done.The monster shuddered for the last time. Softened, becoming even heavier. Between us is death, between us is blood and pain. The strength has left me. I closed my eyes, burying my face in the cold skin. It became hard to breathe.A unit of experience has been gained.Characteristic Spi
