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- This is some nonsense. I complained out loud. — I understand everything, virtual worlds, dreams and all that. But this is no longer in any gate climbs.The sofa creaked behind me, and the sleepy Rose got up and came up to me.- What happened? she asked softly.- Yes, this Spider ... - I waved my hand. - It would take a long time to explain this.- That is OK. You will understand everything, I believe in you.The girl hugged me. She was warm, soft and smelled like her famous flower namesake - a little tart, a little sweet - and the figure that was felt through the pastel-blue nightgown beckoned so that it became obvious: in the course of the service, we would definitely not go to the Palace for children. We'll handle it ourselves.- Go tales. she called. - You are always ... On this chair of yours.“Let’s go…” I grumbled, calming down.Everything is fine, fine... And then I was pierced by an icy lightning!"What the hell?! Is Rose at my house? In her pajamas? Okay, that can be explai
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- I see. Thanks. I sighed.- You come in, if that. The Guardian responded kindly. You know you're always welcome here.“Of course, buddy. I nodded. - Of course.And, without any hesitation, clicked on the download. Yes, the risk of running into another backache through a bunch of obstacles always remains, and it is not in the least illusory, but it seems that you will have to act from the inside.- Daily! - Immediately, Froze's bass rumbled just above the ear. - Don't sleep!- No way! - I reported. - There were no incidents during the service!I see that you are not sleeping. Fros winked. - No more desire to skip theoretical classes?- Yes sir! I barked, faithfully devouring the face of the authorities with my eyes. - Or rather, not at all. I wanted to say…— At ease, cadet. You can go.“But…” I looked around in confusion. But what about the post? A person should always stand at the post, the charter orders!- You will lock the premises of the company with a key, hand over the key to
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The mighty figure of a giant familiar to me, who, it seemed, was not able to take any adversity, staggered, Antey leaned his paw on the ring of the breakdown installation. It shook him hard - I remember that even with a breakdown it didn’t blind him and couldn’t put him out of action, but here - look ...Fei froze, her mouth open, and obviously not understanding what to do. Early, early, she was promoted up the ranks - she is a good technician and an excellent shooter, but in terms of service, she is up to the same Froze as to the moon. The medic himself, showing enviable composure in full measure with his call sign, immediately leaned over to the intercom and dropped a few words there.- Don't sleep, Fei! - This is for us.Antey was already supported from both sides by Thoth and Stein, and almost a couple of seconds later, a powerful power door without internal handles swung open, and two young men with a stretcher flew into the knot.- Hey, more tender, fanatics! - Antaeus was indig
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Suddenly, the door behind Thoth barely perceptibly opened, and he, without looking, reached back and slammed it back with force. Everyone flinched at the sharp sound, tensed up.“Well, they hung their noses, boys and girls,” the giant laughed good-naturedly. “I came even though I was under fire. So, they can be successfully dealt with. Even win.- That's good. Faye muttered. - Interrogate at least one, or at least examine the corpse. But if they all have a spatial lasso ...“Fortunately, Uncle Antey was a prisoner of the Conquista for too long to understand the advantages of its technologies. - Frowning, the big man, he reached into his breast pocket and got out an ugly spiked ball, something like a plum - with the same longitudinal groove along the long meridian. I even took a few things with me, just in case.- Yes, you go. Fay gasped.- This is, - And this is Fros.— Argon. I snapped, and everyone was staring in my direction again.Yes, the boy will still have to be interrogated. F
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Askolta, or as my new people called it, Askorta, has not changed since my last visit. This is always the case with medieval cities, they can stand for millennia, only growing a little by the periphery - and that’s not a fact if it suddenly turns out that the enemy is strong and able to quickly get close to the walls. In this case, the city, once rebuilt, freezes in eternal stone for many millennia. And I don’t know if there are any enemies near the port city, climbing to the sea along a slope that abruptly breaks off at the very water, but here everything was as I remembered - they removed a few dented guards, took away the corpses, replaced the gate that the avatar knocked out Warcraft and continued to live on.There was something new in the air, though. A sort of anxious expectation of some kind of change. Perhaps the city will be wiped off the face of the earth and rebuilt like Moscow, perhaps the world will see the second coming of the old bloody gods. But the guardsmen at the gat
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Sorry, nervous. But specifically for this blue-eyed bastard, I have a counter from the last character. We exhale smoothly, relax our hands reaching for the weapon and pretend that nothing is happening.“And who told you that you are a saint, cudgel?” With ecstatic horror I heard my own voice. - Isn't it your dead god?“What am I doing?!” His mind wavered. “He’s going to chop me up for a salad and he’ll be completely right!”No, I understood the logic of Mekon's behavior. We have already encountered the paladins of Khaang - all touchy, like small children. More importantly, constantly training their abilities along with sword fighting, clubs and who knows what else, they primarily react by being able to reach the enemy from afar. Should, anyway.And if now the paladin's eyes light up, then that cloud that is eager for Palov's flesh will immediately appear in his soul and dine with him. Problem solved, account closed.But Master Rick was not easy.- Wow. He remarked as he thoughtfully d
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I glanced at the Asian in bewilderment. Well, or what is it called here? The entire western Habitat was predominantly inhabited by people of Caucasian appearance, with the exception of only red-skinned slaves, therefore, she arrived from somewhere in the eastern part of the mainland, as is the case in my native reality.- And why should I? I drawled. So far, I've managed on my own!- Yes Yes. Gary nodded, and Zhdan chuckled. “That's why we had to pull your impudent personality out of the problems where you dragged yourself into.- OK OK! I already realized that I owe you. That is, you insist!- Not. Zhdan shrugged indifferently.- Yes! Gary snapped.- When there is no agreement among comrades ...“Listen, at home I learned something useful in battle, so I not only know how to swing knives, but I will inspire, and fly up if something happens. I will not become a useless burden on the journey."I am a buffer and a healer" - I easily translated into the game language. Well, for a fool wi
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- Let's admit it. What about you? The curve of the English sideburns, in line with the moustache, moved skeptically.— Ship to Exodus.— Exoda? The captain laughed. “Milaha, it’s a problem to get to Pearl, and you’ve swung at the wrong place — across the ocean.- What's the problem? Do you have friends who go across the ocean?- Were. - The gray-haired man grew gloomy. - Everyone left. You, dear, now you will not find suicides either in Kintun Ga, or in Ichilna, or in the whole Mixtli. He waved the pewter mug, and its contents spilled onto the dirty boards of the dock. - Although Erebus and Nyukta are witnesses - I have not met more desperate skips than in Perl. Come home, honey.— Pearl. - Gary snarled and moved away from the gray-haired.- Something is wrong?- I would have followed the news - I would have known what was wrong. she quipped. - Fanatics have appeared there. Butchers - catch sailors and cut them alive for the glory of the bloody gods. And even if the local skippers sen