Ch. 12

Habitual heat poured over the body, washing away the pain and fatigue of the last minutes.

- How many times have you been pumping me out? - I asked, opening one eye and looking at the tense face of the young healer.

"Fourth ... seemingly," she replied, her voice hoarse from tension, and, having finished, leaned back with relief. - Everything, energy is empty. For the next three to four hours I will not be able to heal the scratch.

"Sucks," I concluded, rising. - So, we sit here and rest.

Reaching out, I stretched my slightly stiff body and went to poking around in the corpse of this ... Cyclops, his mother. The weapon needed to be got. I will not describe how I picked out all my pieces of iron and what I saw at the same time ... I just want to cut this out of memory and throw the fuck out.

I otterev and scattered blades and shuriki, I looked at Joan. The girl, in the meantime, settled down quite well - she lay down on the floor with some kind of fur cloak and, covered with her raincoat, was wallowing sweetly. The question is, where did she get the cape and cloak? Most likely in the chest, for nowhere else.

Looking into that same chest, I found there, in addition to the knitted healer, there was also a set of clothes with a little note.

Good day, hero!

Frankly, your battles with the elf and Cyclops impressed me. I haven't seen anything like this for a long time As a reward, I am sending you a set of light armor. Considering how much you love getting wounds and being left without clothes, I rummaged around in the closet and found this charming suit. He practically does not give any protection, but he has the function of self-regeneration, overgrowing holes and cuts over time, although using a bit of carrier energy. Well, and some other functions on trifles, you will understand. Do not thank! Considering your style of combat, I rather save my nerves, otherwise you will soon be in my dungeon with a bare backside to ride.

Ma Ou.

I also gently folded this little note in my belt pocket. She, too, will go deep in the ass of this Ma Ou. For Cyclops pidarasa.

But for the suit, if he did not lie, I will even thank him for it.

The kit looked a lot like a narrow-eyed ninja costume from the games. Lightweight, high-heeled boots with soft soles, trousers tucked into them with wide pockets on the hips, a light bottom shirt, and a denser jacket with long sleeves. The trousers, boots, and jacket were double-layered, and something like a thin, fine-meshed mesh was clearly felt inside — apparently a small booking. The jacket on the inside had numerous pockets and hinges - as I understood it, for carrying hidden weapons like throwing daggers, needles and so on.

Looking at my bloodied and well-worn boots and trousers, I sighed and began to change clothes.

- Iii! - suddenly squealed inappropriately awakened Jeanne.

- What? - I did not understand, turning to her.

- I ... Of course, I spoke about the desire ... But I did not think that you were right now ... I am not ready yet! We didn't even kiss! And it should be by candlelight! After dinner! And bottles of wine ...

- Calm down, woman! - I winced, pulling the pants of a new suit. - I'm just changing clothes, you are anxious female.

- Ah ... Um? - she blinked in confusion, looking from me to my old pants thrown on the floor. - Oh, yes ... It seems that ...

"But about desire, I rightly remembered it," I looked around at her with eloquent eyes, from which she pulled her raincoat under her throat and stared at me with frightened, frightened eyes. "Yes, relax, I'll check your second level skill when we get out of here." So be it, even buy a bottle of wine for this business.

Laughing at the girl who fell into a quiet panic, I finished dressing and put on a belt with blades over my new suit, a faithful shield brace, more than once literally saving my ass from abuse, a band with shuriks over my chest and a pair of combat gloves. I, not particularly sorry, slipped the old whipped trousers and boots into the empty chest - I have only one transfer bag, and not a dimensionless inventory, and I do not intend to litter it with a loose gear.

Having finished with all these manipulations, I looked at the newly resting girl. Snooze too, or what? Although no, I won't fall asleep - the magic of healing pumped the body with energy better than any Viagra, so I wanted to jump, run and stand on my ears! And interestingly, the corpse of the elf from the previous room is still there? No, nafig, nafig ...

From Nehru do, I climbed into the status and looked at their characteristics. Nitsche so grow little by little. Free points, too, continue to salt - as I finish the characteristics up to a hundred, and I throw in, but for now do not fuck, because stats are not superfluous.

Now with the class ... With him, as before, a complete ass - only a couple of some dull ordinary prof. Go, perhaps, a couple of weeks a piece of wood which half? They say the legendary classes give it. Although no, nafig, I still have everything with the roof. But just a little exercise, to drive the energy somewhere, does not hurt.

Having fished the knowledge that came with the rank of apprentice, I stood upright and, taking the swords, spent a small warm-up complex. Just so warm up was boring, so I had to rummage in my memory.

- How was it ... Oh, here ... Who said that passion is dangerous, kindness is ridiculous? - slow withdrawal of the imaginary blade of the enemy. - What in our age courage is not needed? - circular blow. - As well as the old wall often collapses from the wind, - going aside. - Be stronger and the storm is not terrible! - freeze in place, catching the rhythm, then a sharp explosion of beats. - Who said, "one is not a warrior, not a magnitude"? - transition to vertical attacks. - Who said "other times"? - lower the blades down, dodge at maximum speed. - The world is cruel and not calm, wave after wave! - before the eyes as if alive the elf's blade flashed, superimposed on the rhythm of the old rock that sounds in my head. - Do not be shy and she will not kill! - still not enough speed, you need faster! - Arise, overcome fear! Stand up, in full growth! - dodge, parry, trick, strike, leave, prick ... - Get up, on your land! And get your hand to the stars ...

I exhausted in about half an hour, sorting through a few more songs. Then he simply collapsed on the floor and blissfully closed his eyes.

I'm tired.

Even in my imagination, I could not get that eared bitch. Too fast, too nimble, too ... No, I could then win almost on one luck. If she let go of the handle, and did not try to pull it out, then I would lie on the floor.

Checked status. All that these dances brought to me is one by one in strength and dexterity. Well, at least something. Apparently, without a direct threat to life, the characteristics slow down their pumping. By the way, there was one more thing that I forgot about.

I raised my hand to the ceiling and, looking at the glove, said:

- Evaluation.

This ability is free to receive. Prerequisites: 10+ level, 50+ perception, free point ability. And since you don't have the last one, then suck your paw.

Fucking system. Eh, where are my cheats? Where is my harem? Where are my inventory full of cheat items? Where is my personal busty goddess? Where is my easy life? Well I am a hero, in the end!

I crawl along some kind of dungeons, I kill otpad chicks, I run from Cyclops fagots, I regularly get fucked ... Something obviously went wrong somewhere.

- Oh, fuck, I sleep. Jean, where are you? Well move over, first-aid kit, your prince on a white horse has come. Do not boil you, I say, I will not have you now! I also need to sleep sometimes, the floor is cold, and you are the only thing that fit the litter ...

The fourth room pleased me.

"Well, at least it's immediately clear what to deal with," I sighed with relief, looking around the future battlefield from a safe corridor.

- From ... to ... skeletons! - stuttering for fear, a girl clutching at me with all her limbs squeaked.

- Well, skeletons, so what? - I shrugged my shoulders. - Completely cute white bones.

The fourth room was stylized as a graveyard. Ominous fog, tombstones, wet earth, a couple of crypts, a moon painted on the ceiling with stars and paper lanterns hanging from a cable on top as lighting.

Well and wandering among the graves of whitewashed bones in the role of the enemy.

- That's just how to kill them? You, incidentally, do not know?

Jeanne looked at me with frightened eyes, but after a sensitive sliver for a soft ass, she still came to herself a little and answered.

- It is necessary to break the skull. In it sits the main part of the enlivening spell.

"Well, this is not particularly difficult," I thought, starting to smell some kind of trick.

In addition to the first one, it was difficult to call the previous rooms easy, but here is just a free experience for me. My ass feels another setup.

"Okay, there's no place to go anyway ..." I muttered, taking a step into the room. - And you sit outside until it ends.

Jeanne squeaked something for good luck, but I no longer listened to her. As soon as I took a step from the doorway, the grilles with a clang fell down and all the bones turned in my direction.

- All at once, yes? - I mumbled, rushing to the nearest skeleton and hitting him with my fist by breaking his skull. The skeleton fell off on separate white bones. "No, it's definitely too easy ..."

In just a couple of minutes, I completely cleared the cemetery of skeletons. They were clearly a simple low-level "meat", falling literally from one or two blows to the skull and giving a grain of experience.

When I broke my head to the last one and looked around suspiciously, a low laugh came from somewhere above. Raising my head, I saw a girl standing on the roof of one of the crypts.

Or rather, a girl of ten or twelve. Black and red gothic dress with embroidered upturned crosses, a small umbrella in her hands, blond long hair, gathered in two tails sticking out in different directions ... Little beauty. Goth-goth-loli-loli, as one trope of dejected characters used to say.

Only this loli had deadly pale skin, blood-red mocking eyes and small fangs protruding from under the upper lip.

"Wow, now a vampire too," I groaned. - As I sensed, there will be some kind of ass. Shallow, are you any ancient or supreme bloodsucker, no?

"Worm," she said, sweeping a contemptuous glance at me. "Today you will die to the glory of my lord."

Oh, sailed ... And the lousy thing? There is a lola vampire that I met in the dungeon. In the story, I have to free her from the evil spell, drag her to the very last floor, overcoming many dangers, and there, while basking in the bathroom, be persistently raped by it. However, for some reason I know for sure - I will not have a happy end with this petty trash. Only fight to death ...