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We entered the city. Dirty medieval city. Horses in wagons shitting everywhere. Tired houses. But what struck me was its inhabitants. Various races lived here. Orcs and mermaids, gnomes and elves. Beautiful and terrible succubus. But most of all I was struck by slime people. All liquid. The elves were not those beauties from books and films. Here they were ordinary girls with pointed ears. They were not particularly beautiful. Although I may have thought so. The effect of the former witch’s curse. After walking for ten minutes, we arrived at the shopping district. Counters with dirty food and goods.

– Only the poor buy here. We need to go to the stone part of the city. There are luxury shops.

– I believe in the word. I don’t like flea markets myself.

– What a good and true word. Fleas are tasty enough. Especially on the spit.

Chapter 2 Magicians and their quirks

The place where magicians work. From childhood I imagined that it would be a huge white tower in the center of the city. Or a black castle where the skeletons of warriors or zombies serve as a hermit magician. But in this world, everything is easier. An ordinary three-storey house made of mountain stone with a pen and staff sign.