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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
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The murmur came along with a sigh of relief.- The devil, finally ... - I groaned, covering my eyes. - Why were you silent before, if so full ?!Dick did not answer, of course, but the trickle did not weaken soon. When at last this began to happen, I heard a displeased shout:- Why are you pissing into a ditch, Herod?! The man who called out to me was standing nearby.- Where else can I piss? he asked, taking the mouthpiece out of his mouth with his left hand.- Common to you on what?! Who's pissing on the street, pig?!"Calm down, man," I muttered, finishing the job. - The first day in this outback, I didn’t see your common fund in the eye.- So what should I show you, brat?!The hillbilly stood about seven paces from me and was in no hurry to approach. Clamping his pipe with his teeth, he took out a match, struck it on the prosthesis, and lit it. He leaned over the knife, shoving it into his belt.“Well, you can show me,” he suggested languidly, biting the mouthpiece. - Just stop ca
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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.
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- Now?..- Now get up.She got up. Directing the right member, drove his head along the wet sex lips, teasing and lubricating ..."Get down," I whispered.He grimaced, feeling how the narrow pussy hardly accepts the not completely lubricated cock.- Gradually...Moving his hips, push after push went deeper and deeper. Until I pushed it all the way in. Foxy sighed, throwing her head back.- And then you yourself. Try.And she tried. At first, slowly, fidgeting more, little by little the girl accelerated. I started to rise.“Swing,” I whispered, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sensations. - Wider movement. Do not be shy.- It's nicer ... than usual.The fox, apparently, got used to it. The bed creaked from the accelerating speed. The girl put her hands on my chest. I felt how the pussy was getting wetter, how carefully Chanterelle was rubbing against me. Her breath hitched, she whispered something, calling to God. And I was thrilled, enjoying the sensations, listening to her abr
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Breaking off, he turned to the owner. For some time he looked at the good-naturedly smiling young man. Short hair, clean-shaven, naive blue eyes. A crooked bridge of the nose, a short scar running from the upper lip.- And you, actually? ..- I AM? I am hero. I've been living here for some time, - the guy continued to smile. - I don't have a name yet, so call me ... yes, at least Bob!Okay, System. I need your message.Hero of Dehra, you take on a quest whose goal you are. Since you cannot complete the task from the NPCs, we take the liberty of making adjustments.New quest: Killing Bob.Description: Avert suspicion from yourself by choosing the right victim and accusing them in a way that everyone will believe."Okay," I nodded after a short pause. - You're coming, Bob. Nice to meet you, I'm Lis.Our palms touched in a handshake. Smiling, they both looked at each other warily.Even at the moment of the handshake, I realized that this Hero must die. Now, as we sat at the same table in
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- 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
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- I wish I were with you somewhere on the banks of a quiet river ...- What happened next? - the girl asked just as quietly, distracting herself from the monologue about horses.- And then the section would be ... - I whispered, squeezing my palm tighter. And for a long, long time...- Stop it, - Fox smiled embarrassedly, looking away. - But it sounds good. Even too much.With a satisfied smile, he leaned back on the bag of flour and yawned. The fox sank onto my shoulder, squirmed, settling herself more comfortably.- ... then I thought: what if the horse would live like us? Chose whether to work or not? Did you decide how to spend your time?“Honest to God, I’ll get sick of it and bury it by the road ...” the peasant, who was sitting behind the reins on the front of the cart, angrily muttered.- I think, - continued Chatterbox, - that the horses would not work. Well, who in their right mind would subscribe to such hard labor? Plow fields for people! Nearby is a field with lush grass,
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- 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
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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
