Tales Of Remnant

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The doors themselves were, like in my world, on hinges. And opening them, a quiet bell rang.

When I went inside, I saw small shelves and rows of magazines, food and tools with parts for transport. Lyapota.

But here's the merchant, I never saw. Therefore, I decided to wander among the shelves, and look at them, maybe I will find something interesting.

But when I began to inspect the very first shelves, I heard a loud cry ...

- A WELL BASTER!! HANDS BEHIND HEAD!! yelled a male voice.

Looking in the direction of the ora, I saw a man between forty and sixty years old. With gray hair and big nerd-like glasses. He was dressed in a white shirt with an orange tie and a green apron. Only, there was a small detail in his image that I don’t like ... this is the presence of a double-barreled shotgun. Which he pointed straight at me.

-That's it, I understand the service. Do you have a pocket for corpses for free? I said in a sarcastic voice.

- JOKING BASTER?! YOU ARE REALLY ONE OF THESE!!!

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