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FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Two
Who are you and why did you bother me? he asked coldly.- I'm Tim. Battle mage and adventurer. The head of the city sent me to you, saying that you might have a job for me.- Oh, so you're the smart guy that helped Alast? Heard, heard. Yes, I think you can help a little. Come on in, there is nothing to stand on the threshold.Inside the mansion is some kind of library. A lot of bookcases, ladders attached to them, chests with scrolls and other paper utensils."I'm in a bit of a mess here, it's because I've been rummaging through everything looking for weak magic paper." Alas, I did not find it.On the right, on the wall between the cabinets, I saw a hanging picture. It depicts Normar himself, standing to his full height, and in front of him on a chair sits a smiling, freckled girl, the one who sold me the scroll with the spell.“You have a beautiful daughter,” I said, remembering that she asked me not to tell her father about her inappropriate behavior.- Yes, - he said, sighed, looke
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Three
Weasel.A huge castar rises in the middle of the field, the “flower” is bent in our direction, the mouth is slightly open, a sharp row of teeth is visible, which ordinary castars do not have. Even its color has changed, the leaves and stem have darkened, purple streaks are visible, entangling the castar like a network of blood vessels.- Listen here, I won't repeat it twice. It is a level 5 monster, but because it is a boss, it is many times more dangerous than normal level 5 monsters. He has one and a half thousand health points. It uses two types of attacks - a root strike and a bite. When it takes 500 damage, it starts spitting gastric juice and releases a corrosive mist. Got it?- Yes.- Then attack. As soon as he's distracted, I'll come up from behind and land a few hits. When he overaggresses on me, attack intensively again, let him be distracted by you again. Here, grab three life restoration potions. That is all I have. I don't want you to die after a couple of attacks. Everyo
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Four
I was already approaching Normar's house when the call chirped. I allowed the connection. Alex's happy face appeared in front of his eyes.- Hi Tim. How are things progressing?- Fine. Swinging slowly, - I said, trying to drive away the gloomy expression from my face.- This is good. Knocked out something?- No, not really.“Well, don’t worry, now you just need to level up, pick up equipment and gain experience in fighting monsters, and then when you join any group or clan, that’s when the earnings will go,” he said. “Wow, are you level five already?” Solid! There should have been as many as five points of characteristics. I hope you didn't throw everything into the spirit?- No, of course, I added one point to the physique and agility.- Well done, when you start to master the professions in parallel, then they will be needed. And then, let's go to the mines - the work is not dusty, but you can get something sensible - you will immediately get a good profit?- Not until the miners do
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Five
I entered the room, the smell of engine oil and melted plastic tickling my nose. - And you're not really encrypted, - I said, looking at the shelves. You think the police don't know what I'm doing here? They just turn a blind eye for ten thousand credits a month. Okay, tell me what you need. “SMT-79 pistol,” I said. The man chuckled and walked over to the left wall. He pressed a barely noticeable key. There was a buzz, the wall lowered, and behind it opened a row with a hundred different pistols, submachine guns and automatic rifles. "Good weapon," the man said. “But, as you know, I have everything modified here. - That's why I came to you. I need a stealth version. Slightly shortened barrel and built-in deceiver detectors. - A homing bullets you do not need in addition? he asked, smiling. No, I can manage without them. - I see you are well aware of what toys and modifications I make. There is such a pistol - it is especially popular, so you often have to buy original pistols
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Six
Abaddon.2069 year. The 4th of October. 11:55 am.Here I am again in the rift. A warm wind blows in your face, you smell of pine needles, you can hear the singing of birds and the distant murmur of a stream. Clouds of dust are knocked out from under the soles, which settle in yellow spots on dark bows. They are uncomfortable, old and fresh seams are visible in several places, which means that they have recently been repaired. Moreover, I have a feeling that the right shoe will soon “request porridge”, at least the sole is already slightly bent. And my clothes are also not new: there are small holes, the fabric is worn, there are patches in a couple of places. Not to mention the fact that the pants are torn in several places, as well as the sleeves of the shirt - thanks to the wolves. In general, the wardrobe should be changed, but not now, but tomorrow. As soon as the changes in reputation take effect, and I will have a discount on goods in the city, then I need to update. Now it is w
FAULT ; ARTIFACT Twenty Seven
“Sorry Tim, I can’t talk. I’m here among my own people, it won’t be cool if some checkpoint checker is not only familiar with some player, but also friends with him. Okay, we'll talk later when I'm free."It's clear. Well, later means later.I was about to move past the city, but I remembered the spell shop. I'm sure my gob of flame works on skeletons, but it's pretty weak. But how does lightning work? I suspect that the dead are immune to it.With these thoughts, I made a sharp turn, and soon a small shop building appeared in front of me."Welcome," a familiar perky voice rang out as I stepped inside.Behind the counter is the same girl with freckles, dressed in a hoodie and a dark, wide-brimmed and pointed hat.“Hello,” the girl said and smiled. Thank you for not telling dad.“Nothing, Shilna,” I said, waving my hand. - I'm Tim, by the way.“Nice to meet you,” she said, narrowing her curious gray eyes with a smile.Attention, the level of friendship with Shilna has been increased.Y
FAULT ; ARTIFACT twenty eight
“Sorry Tim, I can’t talk. I’m here among my own people, it won’t be cool if some checkpoint checker is not only familiar with some player, but also friends with him. Okay, we'll talk later when I'm free."It's clear. Well, later means later.I was about to move past the city, but I remembered the spell shop. I'm sure my gob of flame works on skeletons, but it's pretty weak. But how does lightning work? I suspect that the dead are immune to it.With these thoughts, I made a sharp turn, and soon a small shop building appeared in front of me."Welcome," a familiar perky voice rang out as I stepped inside.Behind the counter is the same girl with freckles, dressed in a hoodie and a dark, wide-brimmed and pointed hat.“Hello,” the girl said and smiled. Thank you for not telling dad.“Nothing, Shilna,” I said, waving my hand. - I'm Tim, by the way.“Nice to meet you,” she said, narrowing her curious gray eyes with a smile.Attention, the level of friendship with Shilna has been increased.Y
FAULT ; ARTIFACT twenty nine
Even so, assuming ten points of mana was regenerated every six minutes, I was able to deplete it pretty quickly. So I had to drink a large can of mana recovery.Meanwhile, another skeleton came out from behind a tree. Raising his cudgel, he hobbled towards me, hissing like a leaky car tire.- Well, come, come here, - I said, creating another block.* * *I walked around the cemetery once again, but the dead are not visible. I looked at the experience points.Experience to next level: 1573 out of 3000Considering that I received "knowledge", and with it twenty experience points, it turns out that I killed about 33 dead people. Just thirty-three heroes.Smiling at this thought, he moved through the cemetery to the exit. The clouds thickened even more, a heavy thunder is heard, as if mountains are collapsing in the sky, now and then blinding discharges of lightning spread through the clouds like a river. They seem to be waiting impatiently when I leave the shelter to fall down in streams