FAULT ; ARTIFACT

chapter 111

Yura watched all this, pushing the branches of a thick bush, behind which he lay down in one of the monster's absences. He did not forget about the rear either, hastily throwing branches and grass plucked nearby over him. The young man did not experience any mental anguish and outbursts of pity, set by the genre, firmly intending to kill the goblin by hook or by crook, which he himself was quietly amazed at. The monster aroused in him a deep hatred and a desire to kill, unknown during his lifetime.

Despite the holozados, the goblin turned out to be a real gourmet - a deli. He gutted the fish with a sharpened metal plate, sprinkled it with something from the pots and put it around with pre-cut roots. All this was piled on the iron sheet mentioned above and placed over hot coals.

The goblin felt good, but Yura felt bad. In the first hour of lying in ambush, I painfully wanted to itch, in the second, it was no less painfully drawn to toss and turn. Mosquitoes and midges reconnoitered the