somewhere in a prominent place so as not to run away. The poor thing does not know life at all, let him communicate with grated people. True, now in those places restless, there are looking for some Sharp. I will hope that everything goes smoothly and my servants will not be seen by anyone too curious.

***

The sun had already set, darkness covered the city and its environs. The blessed Hariz let the servants go and waited. Today he was not afraid for his life, on the contrary, he sent part of the guard from the palace so that it would not interfere. He waited long. Someone quietly slipped on the roof and went down to the balcony. Chariz looked and understood that there was a woman in front of him. Obviously, she was a player. Only players who could not die completely could afford to risk their lives, making their way to such a carefully guarded place. He did not understand the immortals, could not reconcile himself with their outrageous irreverence and stupid ideas of equality. How can you entrust a woman with such an important task as entering the palace of the Great Sultan? Everyone knows that they can not be relied on, their role is to monitor the economy. The wisdom of the ancestors testifies to that. Wild Abyrs are right, they live more correctly than the current society, which has taken up the fashion to imitate the alien customs of the northern kingdoms.

“Are you Chariz, commander of the Silver Squad?”

“Respect is not in fashion now, is it, woman?” He replied venomously, making no attempt to turn around.

- Excuse me. - hesitated interlocutor. - I came to talk about your brother.

Her face was impossible to make out; there was only a slit for the eyes on the intricate mask.

- I came to speak - speak.

- I represent a group of people who have the opportunity to help him, that is, to rescue him from captivity. It will be difficult, but with sufficient funding is feasible.

- How much do they want?

- Nine million mysteries.

The girl prepared to listen to a monologue about greed, and then bargain, but the younger sultan was not very impressed with these words:

- Nine millions? Brother Efiz would never sacrifice even one for me, despite the fact that I am older than him. Let's be honest, an irreverent woman, those who captivated the Sultan and those who want to free him - the same people?

- I do not know that. - the girl answered diplomatically. Her voice was hard, but the mask hid confusion. The negotiations took a strange turn.

- Suppose I believed you. I suppose it would be useful for my dear brother to restrain pride and his impetuous language. Let him remain captive for the time being, I am even ready to pay a little extra to his guards for disturbing me.

The girl did not know what to answer. She was a loner by nature, so she chose the assassin class.The ability to negotiate was not her strength. Miliana ordered her to agree on the release of the annoyed captive for at least five million.

“I’m sure he spread his tongue and spread false rumors that I was allegedly connected to men.” - Hariz continued angrily - It would be funny if these rumors were true for himself. Am I clearly expressed?

- Anything in life happens. - the interlocutor answered vaguely.

- This is the correct answer. I am generous to those who give me what I want.

The younger sultan looked meaningfully at the girl dressed in a dark, tight-fitting costume. Chariz heard stories that women players do not honor moral and are ready to sleep with anyone for money. They are truly fallen beings, because they are easily introduced into the sin of many virtuous men. He could not blame himself for the sudden inclination, these are all elusive feminine charms. Obedient darkie from his own harem he was already tired. He had never slept with a player, it was possible to offer her, just specify what he wants and how generous he is. But not today and not here. Now the stranger needs to go. If they see him in the company of an outside woman, then they will definitely tell him. An extramarital affair, secret negotiations are unclear with whom, an attempt to conceal their affairs from the Great Sultan — you can think up a lot of accusations, and there are always those who want to do it.

***

The teleportation scroll worked and the world changed. It took my capsule a couple of seconds to load the location. We were with a stranger in a city that I had never seen before. It was noticeably colder here, around the majestic snow peaks. The houses resembled themselves in the typical Middle Ages. People wear long, closed, warm clothes.

I stood for a couple of seconds, looking at the unusual landscape for me. In reality, I lived in an urbanized flat terrain and was in the mountains only a couple of times in my life. In Andorra, I spent most of my time in the dungeon, copulating with my women, following the expansion of the dungeon and making plans. I was not up to travel, therefore. The stranger did not let me enjoy the virtual beauty, going straight to the point:

- So, one local agreed to give you his wife.

- Give in?

- Yes. Do not interrupt me. She is young, seemingly nothing, but the nature of rubbish is utter. I understand correctly that you know how to get along with obstinate wives?

- Right.

And what could I say? Do not tell her that I am henpecked. The stranger was clever, able to lodge herself and knew how to manipulate people. She deserved some respect, she could not be called a whore, despite her, to put it mildly, immodest behavior.

- Well, that means there will be no problems with this. Come quickly, they have long been waiting.

We went into the room, which here was called a tavern. It was more a dining room than a place for drunken fights. Citizens sedately eat, around cleanliness and order, it smelled of something tasty, like a cake with apples. I used to eat apples, so I recognized the smell. Despite my unusual appearance, they didn’t pay attention to us, except for one man who happily waved to us. We sat down at the same table and exchanged greetings. The man who introduced himself to Almir looked so happy, as if my appearance fulfilled all his dreams. The reason for the good mood turned out from his story:

- All my life I knew how to shoot well with a bow, so I decided to become a hunter. My father gave money for equipment, I know mountains since childhood, so I rarely come back without a good piece of meat and a pair of skins. I was always pleased with myself and did not notice how the hunt began for me.

- At you? You mean hired assassins? - I put in a question.

- Not. Much worse. You know, at first I even liked her. She generally knows how to be sweet and courteous when she needs it. I return, it means, from the hunt, and she is right there. And laugh at your joke when necessary, and praise on time, and the bed will warm. Well, you know what I mean.In general, I did not have time to come round, as she became my wife, only her requests from hers were not in my power. She probably thought that since I was a good hunter, I would bring her the skin of snow leopards and rock lions every day. My house was not good enough for her. She wanted us to move to the city. I tell her that there are almost no beasts near the city and I will not be able to work, and she immediately shouts that I don’t like and love her. In the end, I yelled at her so that I would fail and find a richer husband who would provide her whims, and she said that I married her and therefore I have to do everything that she would say.

He broke off and stared at me. I clarified:

- What do I have to do with this?

- Miliana said you have money and you want to marry, so I decided to offer her to you. She herself suggested that I find a successor who, from her point of view, would be better than me.

- Why do I need someone's former woman?

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