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The reward is really decent and much better than one would expect from a not-so-difficult assignment. Though? Not having a spiritual form and the ability to directly manipulate ghostly limbs inside another's body, as well as quietly placing the right spirits inside that body's aura and directing them afterward, he couldn't do without summoning some really serious spirits with equally serious rituals and disguise breaking. The second assignment, which came at the same time as the first and did not replace it but only supplemented it, he rejected with indignation, even though he admitted that this Tahira was no innocent daisy, and her adoptive father was no better. It was a typical Autodivine trick: to organize a feast for a cured and very happy girl, in which she would voluntarily become the main course for the whole team, including her “daddy”, consuming no less than two portions of seed from each of the twenty-one participants of the coming orgy.

Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 20:22

It's not a bad way to get protein food, but let's do it without Stepan, shall we? He'll cure her, hand her over to the chief, wave a handkerchief, and let her celebrate or not celebrate, or gangbang her whole team, or castrate them all - without him. He, like that birdhouse from the memetic picture on the earthly internet, does not participate in this festival. However, they offered a free talent point for spending on meta-skills and the same free one for spending on minor knowledge. However, if Stepan had been greedy, his life could have turned out quite differently.

Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 20:49

In the morning he finally stopped talking, stretched his bones, drank a cold herbal brew - Meld had brewed it, proud of the fact that he was so cool and useful - and met the not-so-sleepy, though sullenly tired gaze of Schirm, who also hadn't slept a minute, having only gone to the toilet a couple of times. Nodding to him and quickly washing himself with cold water, the boy began to describe their further plans for today.

Camrad_RIP 20.07.24 в 08:07

“That's all for now. Let the local women wash her, change her into a clean shirt and nothing else, just a blanket to cover her with, then we put her on the burden and carry her to the river, there is a hill with a cliff nearby, just well adjacent.” The man listened attentively, and he was already calm and collected, he saw that his valuable specialist became noticeably easier and he was convinced of the shaman's professionalism, as well as of the fact that he had not lied about the fact that everything was not so serious. “There's somewhere around four or five thousand paces, but you can't follow the river, the echo of the river will stay on her. It'll be harder later, so tell your people you'll have to carry the weights for a bit. First, I think, breakfast, while they change your sick one's clothes, and then let's get to work. I'm tired, it's time to finish.”

Camrad_RIP 20.07.24 в 08:09

Stepan bit his lip, almost calling the girl by her name, even though no one had told him her name, which would have been a failure and would have aroused suspicion. It was good that he realized his blunder in time and did not make a blunder. The smuggler, who listened attentively, chuckled audibly, then stood up and walked over to the patient still in the analog of a medical coma, stroking her sweaty forehead with some touching care.

Camrad_RIP 20.07.24 в 08:12

“To carry this fish? Fuck, such a burden will not break the back of a dead nag, Tahira has not had enough of the lord's bodies.” He joked, and he laughed himself. Stepan even envied such a sense of humor, at least he could not be sad and make stand-ups for himself. "Heh, we have enough strength for that, the main thing is not to fail, I beg you by all the gods, please note, with all the politeness."

Camrad_RIP 20.07.24 в 08:28

Stepan was already leaving the house, but then he turned and met the calm gaze of the almost-not-bandit with an equally calm gaze of his own, clearly seeing there a very simple truth. If a stray shaman makes a mistake, he will be beaten or even killed, despite his “ politeness” and kind attitude. Well, if they didn't want to sell him to someone to compensate for the losses from the death of their gifted one. Stepan realized all this and somehow he wanted to just cure the maiden, wait for the whole gang to leave, and then send something hungry and evil after them, so that not even planks of their boat were left. He could, now he could. Although collecting the planks would have to be a separate task for the spirit group, but he could still do it. And, hell knows, maybe that's exactly what he would do.

Camrad_RIP 20.07.24 в 08:26

Just in case.

Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 20:16

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Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 20:16

Stepan was enthusiastically drawing all sorts of useful patterns on the wrists and ankles of the comatose maiden with a little alchemical blue paint: health, vigor, strengthening, tranquility, peace, and a bunch of other symbols, embodying a kind of reflection of the spirit world on reality. Not runes, not ritualism in its purest form, but a subtype of shamanism and witchcraft at the same time, revealed within the framework of general erudition in the connection of call practice and work with the territory. In fact, these signs, quite working and useful, were about as useful to the patient as a cold compress or, say, the sixth finger on the left hand, that is, nothing at all. It is of no use, but it looks beautiful and works for the public, which today is especially demanding.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 06:10

A dozen tall and not-at-all-righteous men did not go with them, and even if they had, Stepan would not even bring them to the treatment, but would simply go further away from the village and kill them all, having tested the retinue because it would be obvious that they were up to no good. All in all, six people went to the noticeable hillock, not counting the shaman and Meld, who had asked for the role of fetch-and-deliver, and Stepan did not refuse him. Four big men dragged a homemade stretcher, on which lay Tahira considered the fifth, dressed and covered with a blanket, and the gloomily hopeful Captain Gulash stomped along beside them. A warm breeze was blowing, and the weather was fine and even hot for those carrying the still-living load, the mud on the forest path had dried a little and therefore it was easy to walk.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 09:55

There was no special conversation. Stepan went straight to work, asking Meld in passing to give him this or that thing or reagent. The teenager tried his best to pretend he was not gawking at the almost undressed girl, because her father, though not her own, was literally two steps away, and he had a dirk. Stepan did not stare at all, even when drawing signs, because he had put himself into a trance and was calmly preparing the call of a long-ago-summoned spirit, hovering a few moments away from reality. The young man also maintained two independent shields. A weaker and more obvious one, and a second, much more powerful and hidden in the shadow of the summoner's aura along with the spirit that created the shield. The retinue of three strong fighters and a dozen specific trifles was also nearby and ready to act: there was no more convenient moment to grab a stranger's magician as a consolation prize.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 09:58

Stepan, to be honest, almost wished that he had been attacked by these guys so that everything would be simple and clear again, and there would be no need to play complicated social comedy. How simple things are when the enemy can be simply and uncomplicatedly fucking killed. Well, first interrogate him, and then kill him, but to hell. However, if he was attacked, it would be after the treatment was over, and the suspects themselves were clearly not going to fight. It was felt in their movements and emotions. Stepan's thoughts were not read, at the moment, but the surface plans of Schirm had been considered in the morning and treachery was not there. If the shamaness, of course, would fulfill his promises. If he screwed up, then there were options, but what Stepan did not doubt was the ability to fulfill the System assignment. This poor girl he will treat to perfect condition, even if he has to kill all the others first, except for Meld, he is definitely normal. A bit of a moron, of course. He is annoying beyond measure, but normal, probably, just not for sure.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 10:08

The ritual passed, well, as it should have. No differences. Stepan pumped up his throat singing skill a little, but without any comments from the system, played with his necklace, shook it over the patient's body, and then the girl inhaled sharply, as if she were drowning, and opened her eyes, twitching like a paralytic. She had her mind back completely now, but her body still didn't obey her normally. Brain damage was a thing. Stepan could let her regain her reflexes on her own, but the System wouldn't count that as a full cure. So it would be necessary to plant a couple of spirits in her and manually adjust the areas of the aura responsible for the connection of muscles and thoughts with reflexes. Nothing complicated against the background of his knowledge, but it would eat up half an hour of time. And to prevent the gifted magician from realizing that Stepan was demonstrating skills that were not at all student-like, a pair of invisible, even in the magical background, non-leeches had already been sucked to her temples, sucking out not magic or life, but thoughts, perception, and memory, even the very process of awareness. If he wanted to, she wouldn't notice even if he started cutting her right there, or, given the nature of these spirits, raping her in every possible way.

Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 20:54

“Easy, don't twitch, I'm treating you now not so you can get mangled again. Your captain, over there, just a little to the left, you're fine.” The shaman speaks indifferently and slightly irritated, showing exactly how he feels in general. “You've been unconscious for a long time, your body has become weaned from being guided by your mind, I'm re-establishing that connection now. You'll start cramping after a hundred heartbeats, so to make sure you don't break anything, I'm going to immobilize you, but you'll be able to talk, here, have some water.”

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 10:11

Meld, red as a crab, immediately bent over Tahira, bringing the bowl of long-cooled potion to her lips. Greedily drinking some of it and spilling some of it on herself, which would have been dangerous if he had not insulated the air near her with a separate spirit, the heavy-breathing lady calmed down and began to wheeze something indistinctly, slowly recovering her voice too. Stepan did not pay much attention, as well as to the cheerful congratulations on her survival, and warm greetings from all her colleagues in the dangerous illegal game with customs and border services. But he paid attention to something else, at first raising his eyebrows in surprise, and then simply shrugging and calming down, because he was ready for something similar, albeit in a different setting.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 10:13

"Vih... Vihras..." Quietly hissed the patient already quite legible putting letters into words about three minutes later, when Stepan started to restore her fine motor skills, not letting the girl even think about using the gift, or else she would disturb the spirits. "Vihras..."

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 06:13

“Yeah, he's the one who spotted you, Tair, and actually saved you, heh.” One of his colleagues supported her, smiling cheerfully. “If it hadn't been for him yelling that you'd flopped, we'd all be sailing by. We'd have almost sailed by, you went by the stern, and you fucked up your legs, it was a miracle we had time to pour the potion in, and they found a mage here. Don't mind that he's small, he's as sharp as a fucking pike, and he knows his business.”

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 10:26

"Vihras. He pushed me off the boat, asshole, fucking cocksucker. He hit me in the head with something and pushed me off, fucking bitch!" Stepan nodded respectfully at the purity of her speech and the consistency of her speech constructions. His systemic knowledge of the language and internal translation were able to cope with these swear words, but not without difficulty; some of the terms did not seem to exist in the usual Earth dialects at all. "And before that, the fucking cocksucking catfucking whore-lover had spoken, ha-ha-ha, offered to stand for him, promised fucking knowledge and the opportunity to learn something from normal magicians."

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 06:16

The words of Tahira, who had come to her senses, first caused silence, then a slight murmur, and then a very, very grim expression on the face of Schirm Gulash, who may not have gotten his nickname for his love of bloodshed, but now he was ready to do just that, along with torture and slow feeding of the traitor to magical magical predatory catfish, preliminarily smeared with rot and rottenness, so that not especially predatory fish, preferring carrion, would eat human meat at all. Such is the traditional execution for rats and scavengers among river criminals along the entire Dantra, a sacred tradition, you might think. Stepan, who had managed to get into the heads of his “clients” during the night, lost all sympathy for them and almost begged them mentally to give him a reason, so he would fight back. Noble, bitch, smugglers in fact, of course, quite reasonably considered themselves better than pirates, raiders, or slavers, but against the background of earthly standards and norms, Stepan would put them all in coffins and build a lead sarcophagus on top.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 06:19

The problem for both Schirm and his six men was that there were five of them, and they were armed only with ordinary weapons. They were wearing minimal or even no armor. They didn't take special amulets with no charge recovery option - but for obvious reasons, they don't carry iron at all, and some of the amulets are worn only before a fight - while a crowd of seven snouts, armed for battle, had already appeared near the hill. They also brought with them five powerful arguments in the form of light but powerful crossbows. The main one of them, probably the same Vihras, stood out with a particularly impudent face, a good protective amulet, better than Gulash's, and a full-fledged one, which could be carried on his person without taking it off - more against physics, against magic much less helpful, but also working - as well as a classic magic wand made of varnished wood, which had already been pulled out of the belt holster. Apparently, this classic strikes with no less classic fire in the form of a fire arrow with the ability to change intensity. Not a bad thing. It's useful, especially when trying to whack your own superiors.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 10:31

“Vihras-Vihras, I got you out of the shit. I brought you into the world, and here you are thanking me.” In spite of his confident and cheerfully condemning tone, Schirm's mood is simply grave and he already understands that he's going to die, but he has no right to show weakness in front of the people who are still loyal to him. “So what did the Schmalevs offer you? Was it worth it, eh?”

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 11:09

Vihras spat contemptuously on the ground showing his attitude to his interlocutor's words, but apparently, he couldn't deny himself the opportunity to show off. Stepan, who was reading everyone around him, and who, thanks to a recent property, was not even dizzy from so many parallel dialogs and transmissions of images, could clearly see what this individual was breathing. And how much he hated his chief for the fact that he, such a bitch, “noble”, helped and saved him, and then all his life reminded him of it, reminded him, and, bitch, reminded him! Because he's just a bitch and all. And Vihras wants more. And now he's, like, a bitch himself because he kinda betrays. Classic hatred for someone who showed even the slightest bit of better morals. The desire to kill the one so that the realization of his own lowliness wouldn't give him an annoying itch anymore. And also the thirst for money, power, and girls, including the still-paralyzed Tahira.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 11:16

“Well, first of all, it's not Shmalevy, it's Reed, but you must not give a shit. That's the end for you.” He's showing off, baring his teeth, giving a taste of strength and courage to those who came with him. They are already tied up, but it's better to draw a line once more. “Big search is going on, fuck, Rotten is out, Batrak is out with him, Yelnik can barely protect his ass now, or they'll fuck him. Reed's in the main stream now. He should be the helmsman, and you're in the way, bitch. You don't get it, do you? They're dividing the Dantra again, like ten winters ago, only this time, Gulashik, they didn't give you a portion of earfish, yeah. Understand, cook? It's fucking over. We were supposed to be in Chalnaya, not here, but your flat whore had to be so resilient.”

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 11:21

It seems that's why he tried to eliminate her first. Schirm understood, and Stepan was read from him. She could sense an ambush in her native cove. Her charms were there, and with time to prepare, on a familiar boat, the Reader of the currents could reverse the outcome of the fight, or simply escape by speeding up the boat so they decided not to risk it. At first, they offered to participate, and when she refused, she was immediately hit over the head. They should have gotten the dead body, but apparently, the hit was weak. Stepan noted the girl's traumatic brain injury was strange, but he wrote it off as a very unlucky fall and a blow against the side of the ship. He should have listened to the agent's work and checked everything properly. But no, he decided not to stand out... He doesn't care, of course, but the fact of missing the picture is annoying. Next time he could miss something really important.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 11:33

Stepan did not listen to the bickering of this truly worthy company, preferring to finish his business. It would take about five minutes until the victim, who was swearing sluggishly at the traitor, would be completely back to normal, even her legs had already fused, but he would tell her not to walk much for another week for conspiracy's sake. But his luck ran out, and the next phrase was meant for his ears, and it was a characteristic one, with all the necessary markers.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 06:22

“So, Magik, let's go and stand aside, over there, then we'll deal with you and, hee-hee, we'll talk about what to charge you for pushing my oar across the fucking sail.” Well, you don't even need intuition to foresee the scenario in which the shaman would be taken as an additional trophy. “Don't be stupid, I'm not afraid of fire, but I'll roast your heels later, the fire's already burning.”

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 09:16

Stepan involuntarily glanced at the fire lit for warmth and then continued to finish his work. He would even fulfill this demand, let the bastards kill each other, and kill the survivors, and afterward, he would think how to disguise it all as “kind gentlemen, they did it all themselves, and I just happened to be alive”. From his side, this conflict was an example of sexual relations between an aspid and a tropical frog, and therefore he sincerely wished both sides success and the highest possible kill count. Except that he felt sorry for the healed one, and not even because she was a woman, and certainly not because she was innocent, but because he had treated her so much, and there was such a thing. And they would not kill her quickly, which could not help but infuriate Stepan, who did not like blood and all kinds of torture, violence, beatings, and all that.
ебелал жаба гадюку.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 09:22

“No problem, just let me finish in a couple minutes and I'll stay and warm up by the fire.” He said peacefully and even a little submissively, but the bastard who had already tried on the crown of the king of waters did not like this attitude, which resulted in a sharp gesture behind the back of one of the crossbowmen. “But don't be in such a hurry, I'm not a refu..., you bitch! Why don't you all take care of yourselves!"

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 09:31

The young man's conciliatory speeches were interrupted by a crossbow bolt that flew straight into his face. This one seemed to have been enchanted a little and badly, because the first shield, weak and more for show, was almost pierced. The air that had been condensed into a barrier, created by a feather woven into his hair, not the same one that had been originally used for such an effect, repelled the threat, though it shook, and then Stepan struck back. He was still trying to act within the framework of “just a talented apprentice”, so he couldn't call up Sprut and organize tentacle porn for the bad guys, otherwise he would have to leave no witnesses, except for Meld, whose memory would have to be cleaned.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 11:53

Instead, on the last syllable of his outraged shout, the crossbows of all the remaining crossbows snapped at once, rotting away. It was a trick he had long ago prepared. It was a perfect remedy against bows and other shooting junk, and it was all done by one small spirit with the right exotic property, rather than a bunch of separate calls of simpler ones, which would spoil each bowstring separately. Just rotted all the targets in the radius of the hill. Only no one but the enemy here had crossbows or anything else. Is that a bad thing? Good! Too bad, Vihras, a bad man, didn't share Stepan's opinion. He shouted something insulting, called the good guy Pann a bad word, and, transferring his wand, obviously given by his patrons, who had provoked this dispute between economic agents, to the maximum power mode, released not even an arrow of fire, but a full-fledged spit of flame in the direction of the shaman. And not just at him, but also at the unhealed Tahira, the bastard!

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 11:58

//“My free meta-skill!” - He mentally shouted, clasping his hands, physically piling on the patient, covering her with his protection and calling out from the necklace of a specific small spirit, just for such situations and called on the basis of knowledge in the framework of combat calls. The spirit manifested in Reality but remained invisible to anyone without magical sight, but soon it became very distinguishable. The entity draws in fire magic, like smoke from a hookah, and then flashes very bright and at the same time not a bit blinding light. But the other flash both blinded and stunned, and even maimed, if not killed. The spirit attuned to the source of the magic that directed the flame and sent the flame back to the sender with a little bit of the spirit's own power. If it was a spell performed by a mage, the aura would have been deformed and twisted a bit, but if he wasn't a complete ignoramus, he would have quickly gotten rid of the attack through the envoltive semblance. But the spell was created by the wand, and it returned to the wand tearing to shit the product of very dubious quality and Vihras's arm just above the elbow which made Stepan smile a little bloodthirstily. Mentally, because aloud, when everyone blinked and began to perceive the world, he said something completely different:

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 12:04

"Wow, it really worked!" And there was so much surprise in these words that you can't even say he lied because he was really surprised that the normal kind of wand did not have any protection against destabilization. "I can't believe it!"

Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 21:16

The rebellious part of the team did not care about the shaman's belief or disbelief, because Vihras opened his mouth like a fish, looking at the blood-spurting stump, as if he expected it to come back together and the numerous injuries, including a very severe burn on the right side of his body, to heal by magic. Oddly enough, they didn't heal, the stump didn't regrow and the wand didn't regenerate from splinters. Some kind of one continuous mess, not a successful revolt, rebellion, and change of the throne! But the leader was lucky, or vice versa, for his neighbor was killed instantly by a piece of the rod that had entered halfway through his skull. Another was just wounded, screaming that his leg had been blown off, though it was just a couple of splinters driven into the meat. The others were trying to figure out how the situation had shifted from a simple and uncomplicated slaughter of the commanders, helpless against wands and crossbows, to such an outrage.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 12:38

Schirm didn't let them figure it out. With a cry so obscene that it would have been censored even if it had been dubbed by Cubic in Cube, he rushed to cut the traitors into the same bloody gulyash. Two he cut down without any resistance at all, then the rest of the allies pulled up, having come to their senses sufficiently, and there everything ended with only one wound, a scratch even, which was received by the very talker who praised Vihras as the savior of a drowning woman. There was only one individual who cleverly and deliberately ran around the general skirmish and tried to stab the shaman or take Tahira hostage, but Meld, who bravely shouted something unintelligible, jumped under the man's feet, restraining his movements and gave Stepan time to react. Meld got a boot in his nose for this feat, but there was no way to avenge his assistant because one of the “allied” guys appeared from behind the attacker and beat him to death with an axe. It was good that his brains weren't splattered, or his skull was split in two.
Кубик в Кубе

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 12:54

In the meantime, Schirm began to command, swearing and pulling a piece of rope over the arm of the sluggish Vihras, but not out of mercy. The smuggler wanted to know where the idea of the change of commander, the new amulet and wand, as well as the general outline of the upcoming big divisions between the gangs, had come from. Somehow it became clear that it would be better for the asshole to die right here, because now his death would not be easy, and neither would the questions that would have to be answered.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 12:55

"That's it, I'm done, please pay up," Stepan said, instantly silencing the others and looking at him. -"She is healthy and can probably even walk. But I'd advise you to take care of her arm and legs for a week, because the bones are fused, and they may crack again in the same places. Uh, Tahira, can you say something?"

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 12:57

Her father answered instead of Tahira, looking at the boy a little warily, but generally positively, even a bit gratefully. Tahira's gratefully positive look was much more pleasant, but only because she was still a very pretty and poorly dressed girl.

Camrad_RIP 20.07.24 в 08:31

“Listen, Pann, buddy, are you sure you're a, well, fucking healer?” Eloquently looking around the battlefield, Schirm looked at the shaman again and continued his thought. "I'm not making a charge, no-no, but somehow this is all... uh, sudden."

Camrad_RIP 20.07.24 в 08:30

"I'm not just a healer - I'm a shaman-healer." Explains the guy, kneading his hands and lower back. "Shamans are all, how can I put this delicately?"

Camrad_RIP 23.07.24 в 18:57

"Six months dancing naked around the fire, shaking their balls, not drinking anything hot, and eating bull cocks and hare shit every morning, but when they need to, they strike almost like normal mages, only then they dance again for six months. Have I never seen a shaman?" Instead of him, Tahira, who had taken a sitting position, finished her thought, glaring angrily at everyone around her and trying to cover her body clad only in a short shirt. "What the fuck are you fucking doing, glaring like idiots on a magistrate's seal?! Throw me my clothes, now! Or did you manage not to bring them with you?"

Camrad_RIP 24.07.24 в 05:38

While everyone was expressing strong emotions and handed Tahira her cloak, in which she wrapped herself and began to look angrily at those who had looked at her before, Stepan thought a little and asked himself. He couldn't help asking, because his professional subject was also affected, and his erudition could not give an answer.

Camrad_RIP 24.07.24 в 05:36

"Okay, I can understand naked dancing and no alcohol, these are frequent restrictions and requirements to the rituals of invocation, I can understand even bull genitalia, quite a strong symbol, for such a condition their contracts will be found, but why, for the sake of all the gods and spirits, someone to eat hare shit at all?" Of course, spirits have very exotic requests, but we are talking about shamans in general, as a stereotype, and those shades of spiritual images, that can be obtained from such a sweet treat, are practically useless. "There is no aspectual connection, no sympathetic window, or anything useful! What the hell is the joke, or is it some kind of joke that I do not understand?"

Camrad_RIP 24.07.24 в 05:40

Tahira looked at him with slight surprise, but then chuckled, suppressing her laughter at the very last moment, as the shaman's gaze was very eloquent. Coughing, she explained through the laughter of both herself, her “father-in-law” and the rest of their team:

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 12:58

"It's a kind of strength replenishment, for men, to make the hook last longer." In response to his bulging eyes, she only shrugged her shoulders, saying, “I don't know anything, it's tradition. It's bullshit, I know, but the villagers believe in it, even trade in potions sometimes. Maybe they feed the hares some herbs, but I don't know, am I fucking stupid to ask?"

Camrad_RIP 24.07.24 в 05:41

Ah, well, if it's a cultural tradition, Stepan washes his hands of it, his knowledge fortunately doesn't extend to such things.

Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 12:44

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Camrad_RIP 18.07.24 в 12:44

In addition to the seven dead traitors, two other men who remained loyal to Gulash had been killed when they noticed the suspicious actions of the enemy while they were assembling. Well, the crew of the Little Leshch, as the boat of Gulash was called was almost halved, but they could sail, as it seemed even now, for they had gone to scout the ways and check the caches left for the winter with an overcrowded crew. However, they decided to stay a few days to bury their boys on the same hill where they had treated Tahira, and to think over their further actions. As Stepan suspected, it was also to let the bones of their gifted one heal properly, which even after regaining consciousness had to be carried back.

Camrad_RIP 21.07.24 в 16:16

Stepan was paid his coins for the treatment, even honestly offered to pay the combat coins as well, but the young man in a fit of bad temper, refused. Not out of nobility, but because he attacked only after they had already hit him. If it wasn't for Kirik's request and the System's assignment, he wouldn't have treated her, or would have done the minimum, just so she wouldn't die. Although, okay, he's overreacting here - he would have helped and pulled her out. He simply and succinctly “explained” to Schirm that if he had let him kill or abuse the girl he had just cured, his grandfather would have killed him with a shovel on his head from the other side of the world. They seemed to believe him, especially after listening to the rumors going around the village and probably began to consider Stepan's grandfather a very stern man, a man of iron, but not Felix.
Железный Феликс

Camrad_RIP 21.07.24 в 17:47

Meld, who had received the treatment for his broken and skewed nose from Stepan, now boasted and pontificated as if he had discovered his Kazakh roots and become the star of the whole village for an indefinite time. Kirik, on the one hand, was rubbing his hands together, because the sub-deckers had brought a lot of money to the village, but on the other hand, on the contrary, he wrinkled his nose in displeasure and forbade the girls to wander alone. Of course, he and the rest of the village had never seen much evil from Gulash and his crew, but this crew with the captain at its head had never been here longer than one evening, and here they had been here for several days, and angry, and after the battle, and with losses, and all together. In general, Kirik slept vigilantly and kept his boarding axe under his pillow, as well as his cleaver folded at the bottom of the chest in an oiled cloth.

Camrad_RIP 22.07.24 в 05:53