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Path of the Shaman 48
They were rich, I must say, exceedingly. Twelve courses - soup, fish, roast, lobster, game, oysters, pig on a spit, whole roast goose, more soup, vegetable stew, veal chops and fried prawns. With the love of a mother who finally managed to persuade her beloved child to eat, Elizabeth watched as I, having stuffed a mouthful of bread, diligently beat the plate with a spoon, pouring the second soup of the evening into my mouth with the speed of a good soldier.“Sometimes I remember our simple country dinners…” she said with a smile, and Trisha patted my right hand.To finish quickly, I poured the rest of the soup into my mouth straight from the plate, because my upbringing did not allow me to answer her with my mouth full. After swallowing the whole lump, I wiped my mouth with a napkin.“I really miss those days,” I replied. - I ran through the forests, helped people, fought evil spirits ...“Now what are you doing?” Priestess asked.“And now I have a clan, a castle economy, a regiment o
Path of the Shaman 49
“They promise to meet another comet along the way,” commented Eva, with the enthusiasm of a true native of the city of C, eating ice cream with chocolate and nuts.“That is, they predict a rich program,” I realized.- Exactly, - Natalie nodded and looked around with anguish: - No, after all, this is some kind of disgrace, Evka, why are you so cramped!— Can you buy the apartment next door? I asked Eve. She choked.— Pf-f! Where…"Ransom for Natalie," I advised. - You will go to each other ...“And wash your bones,” she rejoiced.“And wash my bones,” I agreed.- The same question - for what shisha? Natalie asked."I don't understand," I shook my head.“I scraped the egg to the bottom and was going to ask for a loan from the clan…” she explained.— For a flight? I guessed. - Do not take. You have me.“What are you offering me?” she narrowed her eyes. - I'm not some kind of kept woman ...“As you wish,” I put down my mug of tea, got up and went into the hallway.Well, how - went ... "Ste
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Dragon TearUnique Artifact, Unique Ingredient, Unique ItemIt is born only at the moment when the Dragon is experiencing the strongest emotions.Can be used to enhance weapon statsUsed in unique potion recipesWhen applied directly by the player, grants a permanent level bonus with no experience shift: +10%You got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelYou got a new levelExcellent. That is, my experience will advance, as for the level that I had before, and the parameters and stats will be 10% higher! Hal will kill me again!“Now, son, I’ll tell you the story of how we survived in this world,” Renox patted me on the back with the tip of his wing.Dragons are carriers of the absolute masculine principle. When the Creator brought them into this world, he did not expect that
Path of the Shaman 51
In just a couple of minutes, the air around me in the clearing, to which I moved to participate in the raid, was utterly condensed from the continuous squeak, with which the unfortunate imitator had to replace my very valuable thoughts about what had happened. What occupied me most of all was the assurances of both casual acquaintances that at night we even went to the shower together ... the three of us, and even tightly clinging.I took out an object that interested me from my bag.sepulkilegendary itemUsed for sepulationAnd that's it. Pranksters-developers, boarding them with horseradish in all holes three hundred and thirty-three times, sweaty eaters of fish giblets, their motherfucking cuttlefish! What, am I a pirate or out for a walk?Again, the Phoenixes called me to the raid. In such a raid, in which Anastaria the Great immediately begins to load Mahan Loch with her problems. In a normal, in general, joint raid with Phoenix. Damn me, the Heffalump didn't come! My next taxes
Path of the Shaman 52
— Your Majesty! I whispered, resisting the urge to bow my head.“My brother,” said Naathi.Tisha squeezed between him and me, enthusiastically looking at the sky, blazing with a thousand lights. The flute, standing on the other side of me, glanced displeasedly at the princess's still flat tummy, but said nothing.- What are we celebrating? the Emperor asked.“I have become the King of the Sea,” I replied. “Now no one and nothing will be able to resist me at sea."That's a good achievement," he nodded. I hope you use it for good?“Everything I do, I do for good,” I replied."Don't shirk," he said sternly.“At the bottom of the sea, it seems to me, people live,” I explained. I wanted to go down there...“You will represent the Emperor,” he commanded.You have been offered the quest "I Came in Peace"The Emperor has authorized you to be the ambassador of Malabar in the development of new landsWhen concluding a trade agreement, you will receive 0.5% of the trade turnover between the land
Path of the Shaman 53
The tailor, tiring me with his grazing and endless “young man”, forced me to undress to my underwear, drove me onto a cylindrical rotating stand and started measuring, dumbfounded at the moment of measuring the length of the leg, so that he was healthy! With difficulty suppressing the desire to kill the unlucky Achtung, I stoically endured until the end of the procedure, after which, with a sigh of relief, I rushed to get dressed. Aron Moiseevich called Natalya Ilyinichna, who turned out to be a very friendly lady a little younger than me. And so friendly that only my self-issued quest did not allow me to immediately invite Natalya Ilyinichna to meet the next dawn on my terrace. As if in passing, I pulled out her phone number and email address. Backlog, so to speak, for the future. If the date goes as planned, I'll call her today. About eight, I hope.Together they sat down with a catalog in which there were many broad-shouldered men in jackets, tuxedos, frock coats, camisoles, tailco
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Then we ate and talked. We made a couple of circles on the parquet of the hall, which revealed that I may be an excellent Shaman, but here I am a dancer ... Never mind, I will write off everything on hypertrophied dignity. I entertained the girl with tales from a former life, funny and not very funny, told how I got to Barliona. At some point, he remembered about Marina, apologized and typed a message on the communicator"Cezve"I sent this message to an address that started up by itself on one of Tampere's virtual servers as recently as this morning. The imitator who received it must forward it to another, and then completely erase it from their logs. The result of a chain of two dozen Imitators was supposed to be the one who was in charge of turning on the fire system in the Panorama restaurant in the city of K. A few minutes later I received a message with a photo of a wet angry cat in the application. I quickly typed in a message:"Marina!Excuse me, I'm not ready to meet you yet!
Path of the Shaman 55
- A through gunshot to the chest from a large-caliber rifle, then - open-heart resuscitation ... - he also points with his finger! Well, there wasn’t a scar left after divine intervention, well, the skin looks clean, like a baby’s, is that a reason to poke a finger at a living person? I involuntarily caught the admiring glance of one of the students, who had already recovered from the shock and, gleaming glasses, eagerly looked at me from the waist down. No, I'm not shy myself, but I would have expected less interest from a medical student ... Mechanically, I lowered my head ... Fathers! I almost jumped and then tried to crawl away. Oh, Elune, oh, and a joker! With a part of my consciousness, I slipped into the astral and yelled with all my might, scaring away the multi-colored Spirits:- Radiant Elune! I appeal to your mercy!In response, a chuckle was heard - and, in addition to Elune, I thought a couple more voices were no less melodic, - and that part of my consciousness that rema