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– The kid has a coin for war veterans. – Said a big man with two axes behind his back. In leather armor, he looked like a bear.

– Give me some money, man. Another bandit was standing next to him. Thin elf, with one eye.

– At least you know who I am. I work in the shop of the alchemist Andrei Milo.

– Yes, at least give the king money. – Said the first bandit impatiently.

Another elf came up and hit me hard in the stomach. I fell. Another came up and kicked. Then they laughed and started kicking. A couple of minutes and they stopped. Big man spat at me. I laughed.

– Are you really sick? What are you laughing at? You’ve been beaten up and now they’re going to rob you. – Said the big man.

– And I can fuck you. That’s when you laugh, dear. The elf smiled wickedly. It is not the first time he sees this.

– You don’t know who I am? I’m Jan working for Master Andre. Your omission. If you survive, tell everyone that you should not climb on me.

I pulled the potion out of my pocket. Poured himself. The bandits, not understanding, began to laugh at me. But I quickly took out another bottle and threw it on the road. The blue liquid spilled over him. Fog surrounded the alley. Two bandits fell to the ground. They began to choke. The first fell out the tongue and he died. The weakling was. The other was trembling. That’s good. It will be a living warning to others. Got up from the ground. Nothing hurt. Potions of healing and protection worked perfectly. I went and broke the elf’s arm and leg. Went through the fingers. Didn’t miss a single one. I liked the crunch of the bones. They have such thin bones. Should I not know about it. He hissed in anger, but he couldn’t move. I triumphantly walked out of the alley and calmly walked to the workshop.