Who are you and why did you bother me? he asked coldly.- I'm Tim. Battle mage and adventurer. The head of the city sent me to you, saying that you might have a job for me.- Oh, so you're the smart guy that helped Alast? Heard, heard. Yes, I think you can help a little. Come on in, there is nothing to stand on the threshold.Inside the mansion is some kind of library. A lot of bookcases, ladders attached to them, chests with scrolls and other paper utensils."I'm in a bit of a mess here, it's because I've been rummaging through everything looking for weak magic paper." Alas, I did not find it.On the right, on the wall between the cabinets, I saw a hanging picture. It depicts Normar himself, standing to his full height, and in front of him on a chair sits a smiling, freckled girl, the one who sold me the scroll with the spell.“You have a beautiful daughter,” I said, remembering that she asked me not to tell her father about her inappropriate behavior.- Yes, - he said, sighed, looke

I was already approaching Normar's house when the call chirped. I allowed the connection. Alex's happy face appeared in front of his eyes.- Hi Tim. How are things progressing?- Fine. Swinging slowly, - I said, trying to drive away the gloomy expression from my face.- This is good. Knocked out something?- No, not really.“Well, don’t worry, now you just need to level up, pick up equipment and gain experience in fighting monsters, and then when you join any group or clan, that’s when the earnings will go,” he said. “Wow, are you level five already?” Solid! There should have been as many as five points of characteristics. I hope you didn't throw everything into the spirit?- No, of course, I added one point to the physique and agility.- Well done, when you start to master the professions in parallel, then they will be needed. And then, let's go to the mines - the work is not dusty, but you can get something sensible - you will immediately get a good profit?- Not until the miners do

Abaddon.2069 year. The 4th of October. 11:55 am.Here I am again in the rift. A warm wind blows in your face, you smell of pine needles, you can hear the singing of birds and the distant murmur of a stream. Clouds of dust are knocked out from under the soles, which settle in yellow spots on dark bows. They are uncomfortable, old and fresh seams are visible in several places, which means that they have recently been repaired. Moreover, I have a feeling that the right shoe will soon “request porridge”, at least the sole is already slightly bent. And my clothes are also not new: there are small holes, the fabric is worn, there are patches in a couple of places. Not to mention the fact that the pants are torn in several places, as well as the sleeves of the shirt - thanks to the wolves. In general, the wardrobe should be changed, but not now, but tomorrow. As soon as the changes in reputation take effect, and I will have a discount on goods in the city, then I need to update. Now it is w

“Sorry Tim, I can’t talk. I’m here among my own people, it won’t be cool if some checkpoint checker is not only familiar with some player, but also friends with him. Okay, we'll talk later when I'm free."It's clear. Well, later means later.I was about to move past the city, but I remembered the spell shop. I'm sure my gob of flame works on skeletons, but it's pretty weak. But how does lightning work? I suspect that the dead are immune to it.With these thoughts, I made a sharp turn, and soon a small shop building appeared in front of me."Welcome," a familiar perky voice rang out as I stepped inside.Behind the counter is the same girl with freckles, dressed in a hoodie and a dark, wide-brimmed and pointed hat.“Hello,” the girl said and smiled. Thank you for not telling dad.“Nothing, Shilna,” I said, waving my hand. - I'm Tim, by the way.“Nice to meet you,” she said, narrowing her curious gray eyes with a smile.Attention, the level of friendship with Shilna has been increased.Y

Exag.- A mortal, and even a man, - he said, wrinkling his lips and twisting his lips.At that moment, it was still possible to rush sharply, to slip to the left between him and the wall - there is enough space, but it was as if some kind of paralysis seized me. The legs refused to move, moreover, the strength seemed to have gone out of them, because of which it was difficult to resist.What is a mortal doing here? I thought I did a good job...He paused, looking behind me. I felt sweat immediately cover my back. Fear blocked movement. Something like that happened when I fought for the first time as a kid. Then for the first time I hit a person in the face, overcame this barrier of fear. Then more than once I had to deal with other boys, but after overcoming this barrier, there was only adrenaline and ... excitement. Where did it all go? I became too cautious, decided to avoid dangers. matured. And now I'm back at that point again. Just like when he ran away from the guy with the knif