The Green Monk’s Village

"I say get out this fish, snotty brat"

"You're a old rat!"

"This blue salmon is mine!" the boorish old man pulled the fish by the tail.

No less boorish middle-aged fisherman also showed perseverance.

The poor salmon's scales peeled off, exposing the bluish flesh. The salmon died long ago and has now become a bone of contention for two beggars.

"Please!" the old man was crying like a child.

The fish slipped out, and the old man's tears welled up. "I need money! Big money! if I don't pay for my son, they will take him away!"

But the middle-aged fisherman snorted.

"Let him earn it himself! My father has died a long time ago. I'm not going to hardworking for a bum."

"Have mercy, have pity on the sad old man!" feeling the power superiority of the young fisherman, the old man whined.

The truth is that he was not married, because of his mean nature. Of course, he had no son. This fish would go to the old man for a delicious lunch.

"Aaah! I feel bad! It's a shame not to mock an infirm old man!"

The middle-aged fisherman was losing patience.

"Hey, let go in a good way. I have no wish to beat a old rotten..." the fisherman stopped and released the salmon.

"Hurrah! My lunch!" the old man rejoiced with the fish held high.

The fisherman galloped away like a frightened rabbit, having lost his rattan hat.

Spray flew from the sea. The old man's linen shirt was soaked.

"What the demon? Ah!!" he rushed away. The whole shore was drowned in shadow. A graceful royal carp bent over the mirror of the sea. The old man had run four meters away and been deafened by the roar. Dry dust rose.

"Demon it! Demon it! Forgive me, Gods, save my sinful soul!" the old scoundrel clung to the sand

The Royal Carp lay without signs of life. The giant silver scales were being dried by the midday sun.

"Can anyone explain what the hell pulled the sea bastard to it throw himself to certain death?" catching his breath, the old man looked around.

"Nobody near!"

He rubbed his wrinkled palms together:

"You had been the king yesterday, and you had become lunch today! Such is the cycle of being! By the way, they will give a lot of copper in the village for it! Lan-hee-hee! Lan-hee-hee!"

Only the old scoundrel reached out with greedy little hands to the fish, there was a crunch.

"What the demon?!"

The bones of the fish king cracked. Its mouth opened. The tiny lady got out there, squinting.

"I'm Tуnlady, and I Greet You, dear elder! What is the name of your village?"

Half of her face was covered by a white mask.

"What?" the old man found tongue-tied for a moment. "Well. The village of the Green Monk, here is the most fertile land. That's what my grandfather had said. My grandfather could no lie."

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart!" the tiny lady landed on her leg.

The left pair of her limbs have been chopped by something. The old man shivered. The tiny lady brushed off her black jacket.

"Dear elder, you look rumpled. The Royal Carp is big. I can pinch off a piece."

"Yes! Thank you, the heaven lady!"

Outwardly, Tуnlady looked meek, although flattery warmed her soul. "My benefactor knows no boundaries? Funny words. If I weren't so smart and reserved, I'd be a slave to my excessive pride!" the lady thought and giggled.

A slice was torn off from the carp. The old man was handed a kilogram "piece" of meat. The power of Tуnlady excited the old man.

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"Golden luck! The Royal Carp sailed here. Uh, I tired. The struggle inside my stomach has my breathing!" Tуnlady took a deep breath. Carp was stubborn for half a day, but he was defeated.

The tiny lady waited for her breathing to stabilize. The carp was lifted. The King of Fishes looked weightless.

The trail went uphill. In the distance, farmers plowed, sowed and used the breath of golden wheat.

A first broad-shouldered farmer dragged a plow, drawing arable land. The discount plow weighed a quarter ton. The mighty muscles on it swelled.

A second farmer. was lithe and slender, immediately throwing seeds.

A third farmer wore a green cotton shirt.

But by that time, Tуnlady had disappeared on the dais. There wasn't enough time. She was hurrying to the center of the village.

The Green Monk's Village was famous for its fertile soil. "If you planted a dry branch to it would bloom," was the saying of the locals. This farm was not the only one, Tynlady met about forty similar ones (reed, rice, flower).

"Oh, carp is heavy!" the tiny lady stopped, not wanting to overwork, "Okay. Fish tend to deteriorate quickly. "Finally the village center is reached. A noisy ranok greeted the newcomer. Tуnlady carried a giant sea monster without attracting attention.

The area of the center was inhabited by more strange creatures. Tуnlady walked past a shop with alchemical ingredients. The fish humanoid hid his identity under a cloak. The merchant shook his head. The goods vital to the fish humanoid were missing. The customer was rubbing his temples, not daring to let anger get the better of him.

The merchant's face paled imperceptibly. The silhouette of a sixteen-foot-tall fish humanoid swallowed up a miserable alchemy shop. The merchant prayed to the gods. Despite the huge disappointment, the fish-like man snorted and left.

"And why do people constantly conflict?" thought Tуnlady noticed any disagreements.

Fortunately, the incident died in its infancy. A lot of goods were sold at the market, but nothing interested Tуnlady.

The tiny lady walked into a great white building.

This place was gloomy and empty. One old woman was reading at the waiting counter, picking at her rotten black teeth. "That's bad luck, the salad is stuck again," the old woman's raspy voice sounded.

The petite guest knocked on the wall, the old woman gasped and removed her fingers from her mouth.

"Welcome! The White Residence will always welcome the suffering. Why did you come, baby?" the gaze of the affectionate elderly woman shifted to the royal carp.

"Isn't it hard, baby?" the old woman was mildly surprised, for several years of work there were more bizarre embarrassments.

"A little, Aunt. May I lower it?"

"Permission granted," the old lady bared her teeth in a friendly smile.

Although there are few who would not experience fear from the darkness of crooked and hooked teeth, pitted with holes.

"Ugh! I hope that reason for the devastation of the White Residence lies not in those cute teeth. I wonder if this ugly wrinkled rat uses dental poison? If she touches her lips to some monster, then he will not be lucky. He will turn into a green puddle."

Tуnlady's shoulder blades trembled. But the true attitude remained secret.

"Thank you, Aunt!"

"Is this a royal carp? Judging by the strength and your beautiful left half, are you a Tуnlady?" the woman called the servants to take the fish away.

"Beautiful half. Hah!" the miniature guest was warped, but out of politeness her lips were closed.

"Child, on behalf of the White Lords, I thank you for the capture of the monster terrorizing the families of fishermen. I present the award: 200 copper coins! Keep it up." the woman rattled the bag in the wrinkled cult.

"Thank you, my master has instructed me to slay the sea monster, the success of the student will please the master. By the way, it's empty, is everything okay? I came to the village only in the morning."

"The village of the Green Monk is going through hard times, child" the huge old man's mouth wrinkled, becoming extremely formidable. "Be careful! Sit and wait here until your master arrives."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to offend you by refusing, but the master strictly ordered you to work. Diligence, diligence and diligence again!"

"Oh, what was to be expected from a White Squire," the woman gritted her teeth, about to spit, but remembered about the caustic saliva. Tуnlady and an elderly female coordinator exchanged a couple of phrases, then parted without regrets. A miniature one-legged horse galloped out of the White Residence. A lump flew out from behind the houses. Fell. Flattened out on the road. Scarlet drops stained Tуnlady's clothes.

There is a corpse.

It twisted to the condition of a rag, was leaking. Passersby were petrified. The market hubbub disappeared. Somewhere a child was sobbing. A huge fragment of a human phalanx fell into his mouth, so recklessly open. The child vomited undigested pieces of trout, after which he spat for at least five minutes. Corpses are always unsightly.

Tуnlady was slightly sick.

"Where's the noise from..." the coordinator saw an unattractive pile of ground guts: the questions disappeared.

"May I accept the case?"

"Really?" the old coordinator felt cold because of Tуnlady's restrained attitude. "Since the royal carp is a serious merit, go!"