Although Shmyg's methods were, to say the least, cruel, but he knew his job of recruiting. A day ago, I, being not able to fight at all, was now standing in a fighting stance and swinging the blade menacingly. The sword, of course, is still wooden, but in the near future I will take the real one!
- Do not twitch! You're not at the dance ... That's it! Smooth movement! Like a sword - the continuation of your hand! So .. - Shmyg carefully watched my every movement: - Here! The enemy is in front of you! Pierce him! Blade forward! And now two steps back ... Come on! Do not overdo it! All ... Fucked up, you ate!
- Well, excuse me ... I did not hold the blade at all!
- And how did you then beat all those zombies and water? The power of thought, or what? - grinning, said Shmyg. Adventurers of high rank passed by us. When they saw me, they smiled and began to whisper.
- Eh! What are they? - I asked.
- You didn `t know? There are rumors about you!
- Gossip? Why suddenly?
- To find in the remains of zombies and water first level the Tiara of Superiority is a serious achievement! Although ... I would have timed it for luck.
"What's wrong with this Tiara?" Cheating for baben! No more!
- You yourself baben! In general, a long time ago, there lived one master. Everyone called him the Golden Hand. He was a born blacksmith! I would even say that his gift was divine! He made blades, shields, and armor. Only his chainmail cost about five thousand solid!
- Solid? What is that?
- Local currency! - the dwarf rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a gold coin with a picture of a castle and a dragon hovering above it: - That is such a coin! It is expensive to appreciate ...
- For example, what can I buy for one solid?
- Well ... At least live a week in a provincial town, without denying yourself anything!
- Wow! And if I want to buy something, but there will be too much solid! Can I exchange it?
- Of course! Look here ... - Shmyg pulled out a handful of coins: - This silver one is called slom. One solid is worth a hundred shlomov, that is, a hundred silver ones! But this is not all ... There are still aki. Ak made of bronze. One schlom - 14 shares. Something like this.
"A penny saves the ruble ..." I said quietly, looking at the small bronze coins.
"I don't know what you're talking about." In general, only one mail cost five thousand solid! You imagine? He bought only the highest classes and adventurers of the highest rank! This is not a shabby leather shirt for you! Top quality armor!
- And what have the tiara?
"Oh ... He made this tiara for his daughter." She was very sick. Only 12 godkov lived and flew to a better world. And the Golden Hand, in memory of her, enchanted the diadem and now, some adventurers can strengthen their armor due to the magic of this thing.
- Um ... An interesting expression of fatherly love. Anyway...
"What's so unusual?" The tiara strengthens the armor that keeps you healthy. In his case, it is very symbolic!
- Yeah ... And how much will they give for it?
- Well, I do not know ... Maybe about half a hundred shlomov.
- WHAT?!? But how so? You said that chainmail ...
"Mail is mail." And a thing that units can use ... Yes, I agree that the thing is unique, but we have no Guild of Patrons and lovers of antiquarian here! Everyone needs something that is sharper, and something that is stronger! You will not sell soap where people want to get dirty ...
- Great comparison! Okay ... Not really and it was necessary! We continue?
- Yes! Now look at me ... Attentively! Show once! - Shmyg slightly bent his knees, and then jumped, and so banged me with a stick on the ridge that it seemed to me, my spine will now fly through my mouth!
- Fuck my eyes !!! What kind of reception?
- Flash! The enemy will not have time to do anything, and you will have already thrust a knife into his back! And with it everything will be fair. You will stand right before his eyes. It is important to be not only strong, but also agile! The battle is won by the one who knows more about combat skills and is able to control his strength and feelings!
- How so? - grinning, I asked, rubbing my hurt back: - Do you want to say that that big guy with a horn won't hurt you?
- What? Ogre? Ha! As if not so! Believe me, size is important only in the pants of a man! Everything else is complete bullshit! Once again I say - you need skill, and then you will easily overcome your opponent, who is even sixteen times bigger than you!
- I still do not believe it! He will swat you with one hand! - smiled, I said.
- Clap, you say? - Shmyg bared his gold teeth: - Hey! Carlisle! Come here!
WHAT THE FUCKING ?! OGRA NAMED CARLINE?!?!?! Fucked up ...
- Yes, sir? Something happened? the big man asked worriedly and bowed deeply. WHAT? What is it with him ?! What is he, from the mannered ?!
"Take that hefty drin over there, and attack me." - said Shmyg dryly and crossed his miniature hands on the sternum.
- Are you sure, Mister? - the ogre asked worriedly.
- Carlisle! Do you hear me badly? I look like someone who is not sure of his words?
- Sorry, Sir! I'll do it now. - cultural jock grabbed the club and once again appreciatively looked at Shmyg. Oh ... Poor master! Now he will be spread on the floor ...
- Attack! - solemnly exclaimed Shmyg.
- Yes, sir. - the ogre exhaled and screamed at the dwarf. What happened after that, I don't even know how to describe ... With the speed of a bullet, Shmyg jumped on Carlisle, knocked out a cudgel from his powerful penny, and blasted it across the cabal, so that the poor person had a triple toe loop around him, crashing down on the floor.
- Well? What do you think? - sarcastically asked Shmyg: - In the dry! Without weapons!
- Yes you are cool ... - I admitted and nodded his head.
- Alas, even though it is not noticeable to me, but I often fought against opponents who were much bigger than me. - said the dwarf: - Therefore, remember, boy! The main thing is that in your heart and in your head. And then everything else! Got it?
- Yes, Comrade Ensign!
- Well, that's great! And now stick in the teeth and a couple more tricks! FAST!!!