Meanwhile, I was experimenting with magic and sorting out my relationships with girls. After Marie, Anna was in my bed, and then they alternated. There were no major changes in our relationships or behavior, maybe we were a little more relaxed in our conversations and jokes, funnier and bolder. The girls were friendly with each other, I never saw or heard any quarrels or mean taunts. It turns out that I have been divided, not even asking for an opinion? It's nice, but it also makes you think about the ringing in the relationship of our trio.
By the way, I was not the only one who had a harem. Four stalkers got a couple of wives each. And one of the hunters shares the cabin with as many as three! And Aden, the Armenian we pulled out of the police department, lives with that couple of senior lieutenants with whom he lived in a siege of the living dead. However, the usual psychology explains everything here, even on Earth I faced this - mutual deprivation brings you closer, and when you think that every day can be the last, and no one else is around, then feelings boil over like a pot of water on a hot fire. The fact that the girls were a little older than him didn't embarrass the former sergeant one bit.
Many of them looked at us sultans obliquely. And leering is an understatement. For example, they tried to squeeze Aden into a secluded corner and explain that he was wrong about something in terms of the family institution... The next day, the internal security service was created by the decision-makers of the settlement. My namesake was put at the head of this service, and five men, including Aden, as a former employee of the internal affairs agencies, were handed over, who were tougher and calmer. The bullies were the first to fall under the pressure of the state machine. And immediately they received a fine work to create a "cold" in the form of a spacious basement and a security building on top.
By the way, it was decided to expand the settlement a little: a part of the ditch was filled in and directed to the other side, a piece of paling was dismantled, logs from the wood were brought for the construction of a new one. My golems, thirty-one in the last batch, including Crawler, worked on the site along with the usual equipment. The earth golem, my first offspring, was constantly fed with the remains of blood after I had created the Chappians and Samurai, and I tossed in earth and bits of metal. And now, in its relatively recent history as a small mound of earth, the magical construct had grown as tall as me and a little over a meter wide at its base. It was of little use except to keep outsiders away from my house.
Among the thirty-one golems, five were the counterparts of Shpuntik, who handled the town's transportation. To create them "dropped" (or merged, hehe) by a glass of blood the best auto mechanics in the enclave, all those who could tell the difference between a rocker and a cooler and a gearbox and an editor. Okay, I'm kidding now.
Three or four golems were taken on each outing as a kind of spares for the cars.