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- And the smell...- Will be eliminated. Come on, I want to see how it works!Still, the passion of the inventor and naturalist is the fundamental traits of his character, and they interrupt any other impulses. I ordered Tuzz to be unbound and brought to a vertical position. Two burly agents, a man and a lups, gripped him tightly, twisting their arms.“Oh, you vile creature! Bitch! Shit-eater tattered! Here, wait, wait for me! Let me just get to you, and I'll pull it so hard that you won't jump off!“Tuzz, be a smart man, shut up.“I should have thought for myself that you weren’t dead, you fucking hero of a fucking empire!” Such freaks do not die at once!Are you sure you're ready for this? Incival asked me.I took the cup from him and, firmly grasping the back of the criminal's head, pressed his muzzle into the clay mass.“Oh you…” he yelled, freeing himself."The print must be clear," Inch said excitedly, accepting the bowl.- Enough?- Yes, in a minute it will be possible to turn
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Looks speak louder than words, but looks alone were not enough for him.- Down with the Emperor! Down with his puppet Parliament and his stupid dogs he set against you! Down with slave existence! Down with Messiah! If you support me, then, I swear, no one will ever dare to look askance at you, and your pockets will never be empty! Support me, and from the bottom of the world you will rise to its top! Down with the Emperor!- Down with! - He was supported by several voices.Luckily for me, the bosses of the Night Folk were not the ones who could simply succumb to the charms of a skilled orator. They were not the ones who yelled "down" when they were required to, so the support turned out to be scanty.“Go against the Emperor,” Duts Tadpole grunted, “but he’s in a quarrel with his head!” Personally, I went from here, open the doors!“I don’t remember if I said,” the mask wearer turned to Duts, “but the conditions that I set are as follows: either with me or not at all. If you haven't fi
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"Thane el'Moria?"'Yes, Thane el'Calypsa?'– In addition to my personal involvement, you mentioned a certain special contribution. What is meant by this?- Hair.- I'm sorry, what?- Your white hair. I have long dreamed of shaving you bald, just for fun, but I never imagined that I would actually have to persuade you to do this. Do you agree? I would shave myself, but, alas, the color is not the same.- It's not a question. Do you have a razor?“They will give it to you in the next room. There is already a mirror there. So Mork?The decision was given to him with great difficulty, and this is understandable, because I forced the aviac not only to go against everything that he bravely defended, to betray everything that he sacredly believed in, but also to agree to a very dubious one from the point of view of the simplest humanity ... or aviation, deed.- Messiah above all. But then I resign.“Me too,” I nodded. - Already decided. So I ask you to start preparing. You have a night, and
The Verge Of An Empire 63
At Trombpike a rider overtook me with a report from Torsh. The senior agent asks you to arrive at Amshir Square in Erzenvik as soon as possible. The blocking of the bridges has been of little use in containing the rebellion, as agents have already been distributed to all the northern and eastern parts of the city and are creating unrest everywhere. Erzenvik is a zone of secondary interest, a too prosperous area and too law-abiding residents.I arrived as soon as I could quickly, the coats of arms protected me from searches at the posts and, for the time being, from the agitated masses of subjects. Along the way, they pelted me with insults and curses, but for now they kept stones and rotten vegetables in reserve. We met in an alley between two streets leading to the square, where the crowd was thundering, demanding to be let through. Servants of power, constables with clubs and tower shields, stood in the way of the people. Behind them rose a shiny hillock of a light Uzh model armored
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– How do you like it?My friend's voice struck me as inappropriately joyful. He walked, holding in his hands something that I, as a military man, could not help but recognize as a weapon. A grotesque weapon assembled from many parts, shining with copper, nickel, with small blinking lights screwed into the body, and bundles of insulated wires stretching from the weapon itself to the dorsal backpack-generator. Yes, I recognized the generator in this thing by the characteristic hum and discharges of electricity running between the two antennas sticking out of it. It's hard to imagine how heavy this generator must be! However, it is just tiny compared to ordinary colossus, weighing tons!“How do you like my electric gun, huh?”“This thing looks like a hand-held antenna with bulbs.- In principle ... In principle, it is!- Have you tried it?- I'm going to!- And the spine does not crack? Is that the generator behind you?Inch shrugged.- Yes, it is heavy, but do not hesitate, when I final
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“…demonic spawn from the Darkness. The gas retains its properties for only about ten to fifteen seconds when in contact with oxygen, and then disintegrates.- You're not dumb.“Amazing insight for the chief counterintelligence officer of this vast country,” Zinkara chuckled.– Magic?- Alchemy! When will you fools realize that alchemy can open as many roads as magic, if not more!The Maldese opened his mouth wide, showing me something black, shiny, like a vile, swollen leech, clinging to the human oral cavity. It took me a few seconds to recognize this language.“Living alchemical matter?”“Bravo, Thane el'Moria!I was whipped by the whip of his contempt. Gross feeling.Behind me, there was a creak of rusty hinges, and I felt something huge penetrate the stone room. I smelled the smell of wine and onions, and then the carcass of Makhtar Ali, wrapped in the dimensionless tunic of a Tartsar infantry officer, heavily invaded my field of vision. He leaned over to Zinkar's ear and spoke qu
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I literally vomited with hatred, and I said a lot of things that I did not want to say. A lot of things I shouldn't have said even to myself. And it was especially disgusting because I spoke the truth. It makes no sense to shame Meskiah, she will not shed tears of repentance, for this is how the world works, the strong dictate, the weak obey. This is wrong, wrong, because there are too few strong and too many weak in the world, but the vicious circle of pain, revenge and hatred is indestructible, and we, Meskian thanes, must preserve the greatness of the greatest of powers. Mesquia is above all, even if we are all complete bastards and scoundrels in the end. This is our ... military imperialism.“Smug hypocrite,” Zinkara said quietly. - Freak. You... you will know. I was a teacher before, and I will be one now. For you. Only I will not teach alchemy, but compassion. You asked me to put us in each other's shoes? Well, I will not just make you imagine, I will make you experience! Tonigh
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When I escaped from the building of the old town hall, its insides were already licked by tongues of fire. This could be seen from the reflections dancing in some of the windows. The flame escaped from the ground up, where there is more air, more food!The alchemist pulled away from me considerably, but I didn't have to catch up with him. He stood on the square in front of the town hall. He was waiting for me among the crystal pillars. On the right hand of my enemy is put on a pata [ Pata (puddha) - an oriental straight sword with a blade coming out of a hard gauntlet that protects the hand from the wrist to the elbow.], He kept his left hand inside a bag hanging from his shoulder.“I met your cannibal. Bravo! Even my pot would not have cooked such a stew! Manguda! I didn't think I'd ever be able to see such an incredible creature!- Makhtar is not a creature, - the alchemist answered quietly, - and not a cannibal. Usually. He is my true friend and colleague, who has supported and p