1.9

Z-Class threat stigma with potential to L-Class

- How are you, Scythian? A deep velvet voice rang out. "What are you looking for there?"

Exuberant flask

I flinched, and Overweight, and it was her, burst out laughing. For a couple of heartbeats, I opened the inventory and took the amulet removed from Dargo.

- Oh, Rita! And I was just going to you! Look what I found... — I reached out and showed loot. - Do you think you should keep it?

- Well... - She was interested. - Greens? Well... Not bad. Five to the stamina at level 5 will never be superfluous. For two and a half golds with hands will be torn off, and if you are not in a hurry, then you can push in three or four.

- I thought so. Nodding satisfactorily, I hid the loot in my bag. - I'll save it.

- Right. Just throw the good in the chest first, or they can gackle - you will lose. She looked at me. "Did you dress up?" A good farm?

- Yep. Thanks for the baton, very helpful!

- Yes, honestly, not for anything. I wanted to throw it away a
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