The Masked Magician. I’m not here by chance. Рамиль Латыпов

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.