8 Chapter 7
/ Leningrad /
Halls of the Royal Battle of the Guild.
Somewhere in a very distant cosmos.
In the conference hall was not much stuffy. Still would! After all, the Gods came to gaze over a thousand space correspondents. Everyone needed a sensation ... And they had it!
- Mr. Coach! How do you explain the fact that your Pawn was nearly killed twice in the first day of the game? - questioned boorish elf with a microphone.
- A little bit does not count! You do not care! - responded Coach.
- Prompt, Mr. Coach! Is it true that all this is planned for the sake of rating? - asked the blonde with huge buffers.
"Who knows, who knows ..." With a shrug, Coach smiled mysteriously.
The remaining players only sat peacefully in their seats. Deprived of the attention of reporters and completely useless. After an hour and a half of torture with a microphone and dances with a tambourine, Kouch and the other participants were released. Jack hurried to the washroom, but he was ahead ...
- Yar? Well your mother, what are you doing here? - He asked with surprise the old man, who thoughtfully examined the colored toilet paper, seated on the lid of the golden toilet.
- I am thinking about the future course of the game. I'm sure you came here for the same.
- True ... Everywhere thoughts catchers! And on the toilets is protection. No one wants to shine their genitals ... Such a life!
"But before for Celestials, this was not a problem." - Yar somehow strangely smiled: - And yet, tell me. Did you expect that girl to help him?
- I'm that? Damn, yes, of course not! Yar, I know you for a long time ... You will not tell anyone?
- Of course not! I myself am in a fallen position ... Not sure that my combat friend has a chance to win. She was harassed in mud and seriously wounded! I hope Naga will cure her.
- And my little right inside the Guild was not eaten! In general, I was shocked! I did not think that the program is capable of such!
- The playing field is actually a planet. And the characters do not obey any programs. - Yar replied with a shrug.
- So we are playing with real people ?!
- What did you want? Everything that happens there is part of the history of this world.
- But these are living creatures!
- But we are gods! Did you forget about it? Someone thinks that interfering with the natural order of events is completely normal!
- Well ... If these are living beings, and the world is a real planet, then what? Do we have chances?
- The chances are negligible ...
- Then ... How to solve our common question?
- Well ... There is a System Administrator - Great Hella! Very smart girl. She unloads into the world of Pawns and additional monsters, if the plot requires it. In theory ... If we want to help our Pawns with some gear or magic weapons, then we need to agree.
- So with Hella?
- Exactly!
- Do you know where she sits? And the main question - is it here at all? - questioned Coach.
- Well then! You ask ... Of course she is in this building! But only ... I do not know what it will be able to bribe her.
- Okay! Show me where she is sitting, and there we will understand! - Coach jumped out of the booth and crashed into Avalon. He just grinned and bowed in greeting.
- Do not think that all people are as unique as you, Mr. Coach.
- I'm not a man! - snort Jack in the answer.
- How long have you stopped being a man? - Avalon smiled haughtily: - From the strength of one orbit of the planets around the star ... And maybe less.
- It depends on what turns and stars we are talking about. - clenched his fists, said Jack.
- Hush hush! I am in no way trying to hurt or offend you. - Avalon still raised his hands in the same arrogant way: - I just wanted to clarify ... Do you understand that not all people are relatives of great gods?
- I am well aware of this.
- And yet ... They chose the person?
- Man - man of discord, Mr. Avalon. I do not dare to distract you from natural needs. - Coach bowed and headed for the exit. Yar seeded behind him.
- Be careful, Mr. Coach. Chelovechina very tasty for local inhabitants.
- Aha - aha ... - The coach gave his opponent a malicious look and went out into the corridor.
- Dick it. - dryly concluded Yar: - Do not listen to anyone! They are trying to scare you and thereby knock out of the race!
- Yes, let the dick go ... I will not give up!
- The right attitude! What would you give to your ward?
- Something from the weapon ... I got acquainted with the register of local monsters. I would like to give him Kevlar power gloves.
- Cool! And I would give my enchanted crossbow! Let them shoot as they can!
- We came?
- Here is the server! Hella is sitting here! Just ... Be polite! Good?
- Oh, with the ladies I am always polite! - The coach mysteriously smiled and knocked three times, went inside. It turned out to be a room filled with strange instruments, inside which, shining with a bright blue glow, crystals trembled.
- Um ... Good day? said Coach.
- Good. - a female voice chilled coldly in response: "Why did you come, Mr. Coach?"
- Oh ... Where are you?
- I'm here. Go a little further.
- Well ... - The coach went ahead and saw the white chair on which sat a young thin girl in a tight-fitting suit. On her head was a powerful helmet, to which was attached a huge amount of glowing wires. She opened her eyes and looked attentively at Coach.
- So ... What is required of such a specific visit?
- Oh ... Mrs. Hella, right?
- Right. I'm waiting for an answer. I do not like when they do not answer me. My work is connected with a huge amount of data. Trillions of connections throughout the galaxy. Data transfer. Receiving information packages. If at least one of my functions responded for so long, then most likely a terrible war would begin!
- I understand. Sorry! I came up with a question.
"Closer to the point, Mr. Coach." Brevity is the soul of wit.
- So ... As you probably already guessed, I am a player in the Guild. I am informed that you are connected to that planet.
- A lot of things associated with different planets. I'm wondering what you want exactly.
- My player is not so strong ... And maybe I'm desperate! Can you help and move a couple of things there? I will not stay in debt! I have the resources, the money ... Damn it, whatever you want! I am God after all!
- It's impossible! One cannot cheat in such games, for as long as the spirit of the true struggle is alive, there will be a unity of cosmic peoples.
- Well ... The rules are created to break them!
- Impossible. I know everything about you, Mr. Coach. Who you were Who are you now ... - the girl looked sternly at Jack: - And who will you become in the future? I do not need to explain. I understand everything clearly. But I repeat - my answer is no.
- Be bold to God? - Coach asked coldly and took a step forward: - What prevents me from splitting you into subatomic particles right now? And besides ... A miserable server is no match for God! Stop cheering and follow my instructions.
- That's right, Mr. Coach. You are God and I am no match for you. But ... Trumps in this game are more in my deck! You came to me in order to cheat. It was recorded by my identification functions and an external observer. Threaten me, despite the fact that you yourself are God! For this you can be disqualified, and Pawn - kill.
- I heard you. - The coach took two steps back: - But I want to talk!
- No, Mr. Coach. Your ancestor was truly the great Celestial! His expansion has terrified most of the universe! And what about you? Standing in front of the server room and asking for a fly? Behavior is not worthy of the divine!
- Really ... There is no such thing that you would like to receive from the real Celestial? - with hope asked Coach.
- From Celestial no. - answered dryly Hella.
"Sadness ..." Coach breathed out.
- But there is something that I would like to receive only from you. - a thin strip of lips on a strict face slightly twisted in the likeness of a smile.
- And what is it?
- You know ... Corruption breeds impunity and complete freedom of action. All this leads to a breach of discipline and order. But. There are always nuances, Mr. Coach.
- and? What do you want?
- Being a live server really is not so simple. I already do not remember when I was last on the street. Why, I sometimes forget to eat! But all this fades away in the absence of the usual ... Ladies' joys.
- I am all in the attention! What do you want from me?
- Do not pretend to be a fool, Mr. Coach! I want you to work with me the way you work with your eared wards. - strictly said the girl.
- Wait, that is ... I ... Are you with you? Exactly this? - Coach flustered and stepped back another step.
- Exactly! Or you give yourself to me for a while. Or get out of my backend!
- Wait! No need to be rude ... - The coach smiled charmingly: - If you want me to work with you, this is not a problem!
- To the foot.
- Um ... Excuse me, what?
- I said - TO LEG! FAST!
- Oh ... Okay ... Okay ... - The coach smiled and went to the girl: - You like roughly, right?
- No. I just flowed immediately, as soon as you entered here, noodle!
- And the server has the right to insult God?
- Does God have the right to cheat?
- Everything is all ... Bad joke! - Jack went to the girl. She took off her helmet with the wires, and spread out her long, bright red hair, immediately rose:
- I will jump on your penis until your divine eggs skukozhatsya from fatigue! AGGGRRRXXXXXXXXXXXX !!!
- KIIIIIIIAYAYA !!!!!
