4 Chapter 3

Vince was a very interesting person! While we were going down to the dungeon, she told me about various techniques and combat techniques. Does she think that I will fight?

"... you won't believe it, but it works very well against the undead!" And her in these parts even eat ass! - Pretty she concluded: - By the way, what type are you?

- In terms of?

- Well, there ... Magician, paladin, or maybe ... Shooter?

- Oh, are you talking about the role in the party? And the devil does not know him ... Maybe you have something that defines this type?

- There is! - smiled, answered Vince.

- And what is it?

- The first raid!

- Che ?! Wait ... So you still insist that I go to this damn raid and fight there, do not understand what?

- Why not understand? There are swamps nearby! There are mostly zombies and water. Nasty person, but very easy to destroy! So on the head a couple of times with a dirk dolbanesh - everything! Already exhausted!

- Come on? That is, I now have to go to the swamp?

- Naturally! As long as I give you a sword and a shield! Look, if you don't like or can't, we'll try further. If you survive, of course. I heard that the wrong type was extremely useless during a raid. Not very convenient ... But what to do? But so we get to the truth! "Vince knew how to raise morale." No, but the ass is that she certainly needs ... But what the hell is going on here? After some time we were in a spacious hall. There, at a small table, there was a group of people ... Although after a closer look, it was possible to understand that they were rather beings!

- My team? - I asked with hope looking at a healthy green guy with a horn in his forehead. For such as Christ in his bosom!

- Not really. These are already experienced adventurers.

- Experienced? That is, they have already gone fucking cloud battles?

- No. Experienced are those who have passed at least one raid.

- Quickly you have it all. Where is my team?

- Over there. - Vince poked at the three homeless, over which flies flew.

- WHAT ?! They are barely standing! - I was indignant. It's not like not to hide behind such people, but in general it is possible to move the horses from only one scent!

- You are the most courageous of them! Take them to battle! - Vince gave me a palm on the ass and pushed me to the homeless.

- Um ... Hello ... My name is Vasily ... - I introduced myself and extended my hand.

- A? - one of the homeless people looked at me: - What day is it today? I need to catch my mother's birthday!

- Wait ... So they also ... - my fighting spirit fell below the baseboard.

- Well ... I will not say that right at all! There are certainly not big problems ... But you can handle it, right?

- Shit! - I hit a fist on the forehead: - Can we somehow agree? Can I go with those?

- What are you doing? Are you afraid of something? Those guys will go to the werewolves! That's where you just move the horses! Zombies and wateries are the easiest way to collect items at the fair! So do not hang your nose! The mentally ill - but with arms and legs!

"Vyyyyymyayayayayayayayayaya ...." one of the homeless moaned, and staring at Vince's cleavage, let go of his pants and began to mess up his dirty device.

- Fuck ... - I gasped: - Seriously?

- Oh ... shalunishka! - Vince blushed with happiness and shook her finger.

- Pancake! He puffs on you! This is normal?

- I'm not against! The female body is a great creation of the gods! It was created to be admired and enjoyed! - declared Vince and went further.

- Ebanutaya ... - I said quietly and went after her.

As a result, we came to an elongated table. I noticed that his legs, too, were bolted to the floor with huge self-tapping screws. At the very table was located weapons and armor. Vince glanced at me appraisingly, then pulled the towel off without a hint of restraint.

- Why do you need it?!

- It is necessary to measure your pelvis for the bottom. Or do you prefer to walk without him? - slyly squinting, asked the girl a dog.

- Are you lying?

- Yes.

- Damn ... If we pick me outfit, then I would like something normal! I will not go in rags like these comrades! - I pointed to the trio of homeless people, one of whom had already finished his dirty work and was lying on the floor.

- Well ... The fact is that not all you can wear.

- Why is this?

- The strength of the spirit is important! Combat experience ... There are many nuances.

- Ah well? Are we in a cheap MMORPG ?! - I grabbed the first bib, which looked more tolerable and tried to pull it on. Alas ... No matter how hard I tried, he did not crawl!

- Finished? "Vince looked at me questioningly.

- Good! - I put the breastplate in place: - And how can I find out about my strength of mind and experience?

- Here you will pass the first raid, you will receive a card and you will learn everything! In the meantime ... Take this! - Vince pulled tattered leather armor. He looked more like a shirt pahahayka!

- And from what it can protect?

- At least ... From the poisonous fangs of zombies and sharp water claws! Why are you so fussy? I, for one, have not heard of any Vasily before! You are not even a nobleman ... So what are you standing, wrung out of yourself for who knows?

- Yes, because I do not belong here!

- Coward. - Vince turned away and threw his shirt on the table: - I will call Shmyga, so that he would awaken your courage!

- Do not need him!

- ABOUT! How did you sing ... With this thing, on your gingerbread ass, you are under his complete control! Do not like it - fight! More raids, more chances to knock him off!

- Like this?

- Well ... In fact, Shmyg, something like a master that prepares future adventurers.

"Is this the sixth of Fort Boyard?" Master?!

- Exactly! Behind his tiny shoulders many fights with monsters! He owns two blades as if the Lord God had taught him!

- Well, it is necessary ... And you can't tell by it!

- Wake up, Vasily! You are not in a place where you can only believe your eyes. - Vince said seriously and handed me a shirt.

- Good! - I pulled it ... It's a shame to admit, but it sits like a glove!

- I don't want to cover your sausage, of course, because I really like it, but here are my pants!

- Oh! Finally! Wait ... What about the underwear?

- Damn ... - Vince angrily hit her fist on the tabletop: - Got it! Here!

- This dirty rag ?! - puzzling, I asked and with my fingertips I took a strange rag.

- Actually, she is not worn! This is a fabric of lamb wool! Very gentle to the genitals! Get dressed!

- Well, ok ... - I just sniffed it just in case. It seems nothing special ... Pulling myself to a strange kind of truhan and pants, I turned around in front of Vince: - Is that normal?

- For the first time come down! - barely constraining laughter, replied the girl. Here is a bitch ...