and flying dragons with riders. We were approached by an elderly half-human man with donkey ears and the same teeth in glasses.
– Welcome to my store. I am an Orly owner. What you need? Let me guess.– He looked closely at the lady. -You need blades. You are a werewolf eagle. Your race is agile, but weak in magic. Look at these blades.– He pulled two blades from behind the counter, obviously expensive ones. Jeweled and blazing red pulsing light.– They are fiery just right for you. It’s also a good idea to buy armor. Here I have one for you.– He deftly took out the coat of mail. Thin and light.– This chain mail is made from ore dmerite. The lightest thing in the world. But very durable.– Seeing the lady’s interest, he continued.– Only two hundred gold for everything.
– Thirty.– The lady said, trying on chain mail and holding blades in one hand. She was very gentle with them.
– Fourty.
– Goes.– He took the payment and turned to me.– I will offer you a young man in a mask. Oh, this is the first time. You can’t be read. And my vision ability doesn’t work. Weird. You are not just a traveler.
– You better not know.– I said and winked. The words of the mage Thoren must be obeyed. At least while she will help me, in search of options to return home.– Show everything. Maybe I’ll pick up something.
– Your outfit is very strange. I have never seen such fabric. Lightweight but durable.
– And then. And it doesn’t burn.– I bought a shirt on sale from non-burning fabric.
– Excuse me. Spell"the fire». – He came up to me with a ball of fire and ran it down my sleeve. It didn’t catch fire. Living in 2060 is something. Too bad I didn’t bring any equipment with me.That’s the trouble.
– She may not break.– Aralia plunged her red blades into him. As I thought, they didn’t pierce it.– How wonderful. You are so amazing.– And she kissed me. I’d be happy. But the kiss was for the mask.
– So you don’t need armor? That’s when you get a staff of water. I’ve had it for a long time. Maybe it will finally work for you. Three generations lie idle.– He handed me a staff with a skull on the base. Apparently the creature was not human. More like a reptile.
– Too light.– I held it in my hand. Convenient thing. How to walk comfortably. But it’s a terrible sight. The staff’s eyes sparkled.
– He accepted you. This rarely happens. This staff belonged to the Dark Lord Alejandro. Thousands of years ago, until Michael defeated him in a battle on the mountain. It has two modes. Say blade.
I said. A sword appeared in place of the staff. Ephesus was with the same skull, and the sword was almost a meter long. But again, he was very light. I waved a few times. Comfortable. I liked the sword better. It’s clear how to use it. I don’t have any manna.
– Cuts through everything. Although, as always, there are limitations. He himself determines the owner. Look here.– He took the sword from my hands. He immediately turned into a staff. Skull gone.– Blade.– But nothing happened.– Here you see. He accepted you.
– For how much you sell.– Aralia said. The sight of the skull fascinated her. People here are greedy for trinkets.
– Honestly I do not know. Got it purely for good luck. He wandered the world from hand to hand for many millennia. Nobody was able to use it. Except Michael. So my great-grandfather got it in exchange for a bag of buckwheat. So two hundred gold.
– With this money you can buy buckwheat fields. Twenty or we’ll be gone. Look for other fools for that amount.– Aralia said, winking at me. She became noticeably warmer towards me.
– Fourty. And here you are, in addition, gloves made of smooth rat leather.– Orly pulled a pair of black gloves from the counter. I tried on. Lightweight and durable. I nodded to the lady.
– Here comes the money.– She took the money out of the void. She kissed me again on the mask and we said goodbye and left the store. On the street she said.– How did we get on. We have money. I haven’t seen such things in a long time. Now we are not ashamed to enter the guild. And I know their manners. Those who do not have cool equipment are looked at as empty space. We don’t need this. You are my champion.– She pressed her whole body against me. So nice.
Chapter 3 Guild
Here is the guild. Modest two-storey brick rear. The only thing that distinguished it from the others was a nondescript sign. How easily they destroy my dreams. Where are the dragons on the towers near the entrance. There is nothing. Only a fat guard in old armor at the entrance. He looked at us and spat on the ground and opened the door. I wanted to smile at him, but remembering that I didn’t do it in a mask. At least the view inside did not let us down. Cheerful music of three dwarf musicians. Tables where dice and cards were played. Rack with stone tablets of tasks. And three reception desks. Of course, with elves curators. All in blue sundresses and blue hair. But they didn’t have big breasts. It’s a pity.
– What you need? – Asked the centaur lady blocking our way. She had a prominent bust. The fifth size is no less. Aralia did not like her at once.
– We want to register. We are newbies. Although we have good equipment.– Aralia drew her blades of fire and pointed to the mail.
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