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Alena went to freshen up, and we finally, by collective efforts, finished preparing the morning feast. Elune traditionally made her divine pastries, which each time was different, but no less delicious for that. Dumplings, buns, croissants, puffs, cheesecakes and sills - none of this, once tried, was absolutely impossible to refuse. Most likely, they also gave some kind of buffs, but I did not receive any messages about this, and explained my daily high spirits by the presence of charming companions in my life.“My father-in-law wanted to meet me today,” I interrupted the concentrated silence during breakfast.Elena looked at me in surprise.- Do you have someone else besides us?- In terms of? I didn't understand.“Well, don’t you think that the fact that you were my first man gives you the right to claim something more?” she teased me. - He has a father-in-law, you see ...I made an offended face and pouted my lips:- Well, I so dreamed of a ring on my finger and rich dough! I mutte
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And deprive her of the man she loves? No, please. And I do not advise you to tell.“Good,” Ivanov sat up straight again. - One more moment...“Wait,” I said. He looked at me in surprise. Did I just shut up one of the most powerful people on the planet? Things, however! You are growing, Mahan, both above yourself and above others. True greatness is not in who you are, but in whom you can send ... - I have a request to you.A predatory expression appeared on Ivanov's face. Well, still, finally, the feigned unmercenary, aiming at the dowry of his daughter, showed his true face and now he will start asking. Whether money, position - it does not matter, the main thing is that you can buy it and demand to stay away from the heiress. I sighed. No, what the hell, anyway! Not everyone thinks like Ehkiller and Barsina! I need to learn to believe in the good in people...“I'm all ears,” he said.“Here is the email address in the game of a woman named Elena,” I handed him the communicator, touchi
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“And you’re in good health, if you’re not joking,” said the Evil Dwarf.Are you too busy? I asked."Too much," he snapped.— Viltraks! I called. “Send the portal for the Evil Dwarf, do me a favor!”I took the Flute by the hand and we went to meet the guest.“Well, what the hell…” he began, barely falling out of the portal, and then he looked from me to the Flute and back, and suddenly began to smile.I got sick.- Finally! he said in the voice of a kind uncle. - And then he came up with - torturing the unfortunate girl! - he came up to me and did something completely unbelievable - he stood on tiptoe, hugged me and patted me on the shoulder. Has the fortress fallen at last? Oh beauty! He put his hands together in tenderness, looking at us.“Um…” I said. - Thanks.“Listen, can we talk about this?” he suddenly suggested.The thought was actually interesting.- What, three of us? Flute asked.- Yes, well, what are you? he waved his hands. I'll call the people now.“Wait,” I stopped him,
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Zombie, as if in a trance, began to undress. Elune twisted something in her appearance so as not to disturb my peace beyond measure, and also took off her robe. I don't understand how I could salivate over a bow-legged and ugly High Priestess with a saggy ass? Now, with a Zombie and a Goddess standing in front of me, one beautiful to the point of goosebumps and the other to pass out, I sincerely envied the loser who was able to win the hearts of both. Elune gave me a meaningful look, and I began to shed my clothes as well. Verification is a verification for everyone!“Leave us all,” the Goddess said in a low voice. “Stay… you,” she pointed to the fair-haired, curvaceous Elf, “and the Supreme.She took Flute's hand, and I took the other."Don't be afraid," Elune said softly to Flute. “The Creator is with you, I am with you. Just believe in me Believe in Mahan.“I believe,” Flute whispered, looking at her, “I believe in you and believe you,” she turned to me and looked into my eyes. “An
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The evil Gnum blinked his eyes and looked at me in surprise.- Well? I asked. - Did your Datura bowl turn out?- Ka-a-aps! he whispered admiringly, concentrating on flipping through the message logs. - Estimate, one hundred and fifteen points of Specialty! ..- And twenty-three - Crafts? I asked. He nodded and I whistled. - And how much could you chew?“Sixty-two,” he said, and added sadly. - And the Craft, respectively, only rose by twelve.“Good too,” I said. — Do you know what? he shook his head. “I swam in your fountain, and I also got a little…- Glasses? he wondered. - Wow! You just don’t refuse them,” he interrupted me before I could open my mouth. - I earned them with sweat and blood!- Well, yes, eyes, there ... - I looked into his eyes, opened my mouth and closed it again. The evil Gnum became alarmed, dug out a mirror from somewhere under his beard, into which he usually looked when combing his beard, looked into it and gasped.- Here is your anhydride manganese peroxide! h
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"Come on, go away, damn it!" I got angry.“Three wishes, master,” reminded Sirena, who had already put her ass on the edge of the barrel, pinched her nose with two fingers and flopped into the water, like a professional diver, backwards. Finally, the tail splashed, dousing me with water, and it disappeared, as if it had never happened. Flute chuckled and shook her head.“Your water is kind of cloudy,” I remarked, going up to the barrel and shaking the dregs with my hand.- For catching fish - that's it, - Flute answered jovially. - Take your hand away, otherwise, not even an hour, they will bite off!I hurriedly put my hand behind my back, wiping the back of my jacket. The float jumped and sank, and Flute, recklessly jumping up, pulled the fishing line towards herself, and when a toothy muzzle with bulging eyes and some kind of stalk on it appeared from the water, famously hooked, sending the fish flying to the companions. Immediately, a radiance enveloped her, and she disappeared for
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I grabbed his wrist and made a Leap with him and Alena, who did not even think about letting go of my shoulder. Finding himself in a different place, Darius lost his bearings out of habit and began to look around dumbfounded, not even trying to break free. I counted down the reload and jumped again. Here. Five hundred meters in five seconds. Let him now try to beat my time.A gigantic ship hung over us like a huge, terrible boulder. Close up, small scratches and dents on the surface were visible - either from enemy shots, or from space debris. I released Darius and moved away from Alena:"I'm sorry, honey, I need space."I walked a few more steps and took a droid egg out of my bag. That is - how, "got it"? It fell out and rattled to the ground, almost crushing me, because the weight in it was still a few centners - I only managed to bounce. The second lay next to it. Darius' face was filled with astonishment, mingled with awe. He couldn't say a word for excitement. A few more people r
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“By starting to believe in miracles,” Elune suggested. - Understand? Believe."I'm…ready," he breathed, looking into her eyes. Kamal, frozen in admiration, looked at the ship, which was first shrouded in a bluish haze, and then began to rise up, releasing its nose from earthly imprisonment, in which it had spent a century and a half. The inhabitants of the town unanimously poured out, watching how the giant, obscuring the sky, again lies on the carefully leveled ground, laid in a form in which its contours fit, as if he was born in this cradle. When the Shamrock lay down and froze, the crew burst into shouts of joy and applause.“This is such a small miracle,” Alena commented.“Well, anyway, comrades,” I tried to interrupt the awkward pause, during which one side kept trying to fall to its knees again, and the other pretended that nothing special had actually happened, “what’s next?”Darius gathered himself and began to speak:“Now we have three droids. They sent me a preliminary repo