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.

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