WITCH KINGDOM

nhabited by second-class people, like me and my family. The second part is located on the opposite bank of the river, closer to the se

ties, who watched from their residences as their few merchant ships with s

g was obliged to conduct transactions on the market square. It sounded good, but in fact, only remnants arrived from the port area and the ships that brought everything necessary for ordinary people to our region. The best wood, silks and steel, along with the slaves,

enter, not far from the scaffold, where demonstration executions were held in the city, slave auctio

vels, pitchforks, axes, hoes, hammers, arrowheads and other rubbish: from failed forks to some kind of steel cans. Everything was here, in principle, as in the tent of our direct competitors, as if to evil, located just twenty meters from us. A real trading tent unfolded within an hour, afte

was the ability to read emotions, hidden desires that surfaced on the faces of those I met. This skill was honed by me from the first moment of appearance in society to the last. The ability to predict

e led to a sad thought. Having quickly figured out the exchange rate and significance of the local currency, in the aisles of my sisters' visibility, I began to look for something to entertain myself with. I always have time to cut a couple of bags of silver from the poo

judgment about her aristocratic roots turned out to be erroneous, the hard worker was from the servants of the upper strata of society. Forgetting the place from which she got out not so long ago,

me for arrowheads was sent in a mild form. In appearance, the peasant woman was not even offen

om the competitor's shop, I called out to her with

mprehensibly, and then, smiling with her to

ental abilities. A simpleton, far from the city's intricacies, wi

ple are suspicious, moreover, they often consider themselves smarter than others. It was necessary to communicate with her at a level that slightly e

hoot excellently with this wonderful bow. - Pointing a finger at a curved piece

oman cackled, and then, looking arou

rood of pigs that graze in my

eople, – Slightly embarrassed, showing fear from such a sha

y were the weaker sex. She understood that if I offered myself, she wouldn’t have enough money for the night with me, b

e that such handsome men pester me on the street. Winki

Still showing my indecision,

s go and see what's there. S

rrior, who quickly lost the essence of the story, tried to put in her five cents, but we were not up to it with the respected hunter Linda, nicknamed Beer Barrel.