Intergalactic Communication Center: Reborn [ROLE] (Spore)

Soren Russky

- Causing harm to a civil servant by negligence ... Almost ... - Naito thoughtfully, and later stepped away from the pilot a few steps and contacted Varri. - Reception? Here the little things. Hand over the case ... Who do we have ... Hope. I don't have time to do this ...
- Hope retired yesterday. I'll hand it over to Rome, ”Varri replied. - Will you leave a report?
- Yes, I will. Before contact, - the three-eyed man broke off the connection, in full language he ordered that one officer stay with him, and he left the captain's bridge.
“We detain all suspicious individuals who are reluctant to make contact, especially if ordered,” the three-eyed Marasian answered more freely, who did not notice the commander's approach at all.
- Officer! Let the witness go, ”Naito commanded. The officers, without question, released Soren from the shackles of the handcuffs. “I'm putting you under the command of Agent Rima. Replacement for Hope, if you don't know, ”he turned to the officers, and then looked at Soran. - Everything burned out, only for replacement. So what did you say about coffee there? - With a serious look he reminded Soren, and then smiled at ease.

Nayto
Cher, getting up from the floor, dusting himself off, stretched his back and shoulders, crunching them relatively hard.
- Would you like some coffee? In that case, I ask you to go to the kitchen, more precisely, follow me for a free tour of this ship, as well as a coffee drink. - In his usual manner, Soren answered him, and headed down the corridor that walked perpendicular to him and the three-eyed, confidently flaunting along clean corridors with furniture, as well as transitions to rest rooms.

Soren Russky

Naito calmly followed him, placing the plasma pulse in the kabura.
- What are the fates here? I stopped following your biography a relatively long time ago. By the way, how is your wife? - he asked in between times. “I saved the life of her and her friends, and I also have a friend who will unscrew my head if something happens to her,” Naito laughed restrainedly.

Nayto
- In short: I caught a bluebird. - As always, he began to joke foxes. “She's fine, but your list of questions about my family seemed incomplete to me. And I went to become an engineer by profession, so that "A" - to earn more, and "B" - it is banal to work where you like, and where you will not be separated from your family by time. How are you? How's your work? Where's the wife? Soren entered the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker for himself and Naito.

Soren Russki

“As you can see: still alive and almost intact ,” Naito joked, referring to his prosthetic eye. - As soon as I was promoted, they immediately sent me to a much more serious one. They already trust me more, and I can lead more ... Wife? As a wife ... My girlfriend nearly died when my home planet was hit and completely destroyed. And after that I decided to "take a rest". He is still resting, - he calmly said, as if all this did not concern him. - But they pay generously ... You tell me: why is it impossible to penetrate your cruiser through the database? Does the police often stop you? Naito narrowed his eyes, looking curiously at Soren.

The elf, as usual, woke up in the circus, where others were already working. As usual, he walked around the pens with animals, checked all the terrariums, and fed the animals whose food was out. He added the grains to the birds, threw fresh straw to the herbivores, threw a couple of pieces of meat to the carnivores. Then he went to the city as usual. He still hasn't gotten any information, even though a week of work at the circus has already passed. In another week, he will receive a salary, which the circus pays every two weeks. 470 sporelings would be good for an elf right now. As usual, the elf took a typical route through sparsely populated streets to avoid the gaze of passers-by, whom the elf had been accustomed to fearing and avoiding since childhood. On the way, the elf heard a conversation:
"They say they will soon put the party through a typical loophole" - the elf barely made out, to which the answers of several other voices followed, but the elf could not make out them. Slowly he walked towards the voices. Then he heard a threatening voice behind him:
- Hey you, what have you heard! - the elf slowly turned around, after which he recognized one of the circus clowns, but this time without outfit and makeup. It was a 2m strong terran.
- N-n-n-nothing - the elf began to stutter out of fear.
- Fuh, guys, this is one of our circus. This makes the task easier.
- What? - said the elf questioningly?
“So, you’ve heard everything anyway, so there’s no turning back, and don’t lie that you didn’t hear.” Do you want to earn extra money too?
- Yes? the elf said uncertainly.
- Guys, we have one more accomplice! - said the terran, and these mystical guys came out from behind the bend. One of them was a cyborg who worked as an acrobat, a pair of cleaners, a beast tamer and a magician. Each of them shook hands with the elf.
After this greeting, the clown added:
- you are not a rat, are you? - to which the elf hesitated. But the cyborg jumped into the conversation:
- How can this invertebrate be a rat. I follow him, he does not even have a place to live, he sleeps in the pens for animals away from the managers.
- Oh, that's how - the clown calmed down and laid a friendly hand on the elf's shoulder. - So all of us here are offended by life, who need money more than anyone else. Welcome to the league. If you work well with us, you will soon allow yourself a room and a warm lunch, and not a Deshman sandwich in a convenience store!
- Uh .. - the elf began, but was interrupted by the janitor. a one and a half meter reptilian alien:
- I also go to this supermarket and also cannot afford a normal lunch. You didn't see me, but I saw you at the checkout.
- Enough idle chatter, since we are all in the same position, we need to work doubly united. I do not want to say phrases like "we are all a family", having received the money, we will all run away, therefore, to the point! - After which the company took to explain the details to the elf, how they pick up the cargo from different places of the phenom after receiving the code, where he will be next time. As each time it is written in a different language and in a different handwriting, how their supplier remains incognito, but pays a good share in the same way that he delivers the parcels. After which they dispersed and the elf was sent on the first task, to pick up the parcel in the 15th quarter of the phenome, the 3rd block, where he moved ...

Nayto
- Not very often. - Soren answered. - In general, we have never been stopped, for this reason, this ship and the crew did not have a "wonderful opportunity" to get acquainted with the guards of space law and order. - He switched to sarcasm, already pouring himself and Naito coffee into mugs, one of which he served three-eyed. - Here, drink, pleasant. - The Marasian sat down on the curbstone, holding a large mug with both hands, and sipping an invigorating drink from it. - How is the service progressing? What is your rank already, my three-eyed comrade, sir?

Soren Russky

"Rank 7," Naito replied curtly, sipping his coffee. - Out of 12, if it says anything to you. Not like the military, in contrast to which, we perform tasks of a narrower circle, often peaceful. And the troops are purely for sending to hot spots and, in fact, participating in the war itself, - explained the three-eyed, taking occasional breaks for coffee, which he drank with obvious greed, as if he had not seen this drink for many weeks or months, but was so desired by him ... “I'm now being sent on more dangerous missions. Am I happy about that? They pay more, bonuses for a successfully completed task, but now I've started risking my life more often, which makes me not happy. They say that I will get used to it, but it is unlikely to be soon, - he paused, again for coffee, finishing it all. - By the way: this vessel will no longer take off until the arrival of the investigator. He will have to ask for both the number and the attack. I will send the countdown to her, there will be no questions for you. But what are you going to do? Wait here? I can give you a lift to Fenom if my wife is busy, ”he convincingly suggested casually to him. The three-eyed would just like to believe an unprepared listener.

Nayto
- I would gladly agree to a very "romantic" trip in your transport, but I'm afraid that, to your great regret, and to my happiness, I have a personal fighter on this cruiser, and the flight to my current home will not be special work, and even more so, I was not involved in this incident. - The Marasian looked into the refrigerator. - Do you want to eat?

Soren Russky

“And I was not going to arrest you,” objected the three-eyed, having caught a hint in the words of the Marasian. - Yes, treat me with something, please, and if I don’t mind, I’ll get down to business, - he took out his holophone and started typing something on it with three eyes. If Soren understood Naito's native language, he would have realized that he was drawing up a countdown of detention with further instructions for the investigator as a top-ranked agent. He hadn't eaten since leaving the headquarters and all the time was delaying this moment. But once the opportunity has turned up - why not?

Nayto
- So much the better. Yes, and I think you would have thrown me off the plane, for being especially talkative. - Soren grinned, looking into Naito's eyes with a caustic look, after which, taking out a few vegetables, chopped them, after putting the Marasian cane bread into the toaster, then - made two sandwiches, one of which served the three-eyed. - Here, bon appetit, don't choke. - The Marasian giggled, starting to quickly eat the dish.

Soren Russky

Naito began to slowly eat the sandwich as he was busy making the countdown. He never liked making them. It was long, dreary and boring, since they made it up exclusively in form. However, it was necessary to do this, especially now.
“Oh, by the way,” he almost finished it, tearing off piece by piece from the sandwich. - If there are problems with the law, do not give Sporiy, - contact me. Even if the situation is serious, I will find a place where you can hide. But! Only if something small or you were set up. Otherwise, I'll just hide it, but I'll have to work for me, as Kat once did. But nothing, they acquitted ... Then, however, she ran away from Lamar, but we are not talking about that ... - he suddenly remembered. Then he smiled at Soran as he finished the "platter." - My recommendation for you is to fly away. If they come here, everyone's piglets, including you, in spite of the fact that I cut you off. I will also fly now, - he set off towards the exit. - Good luck. Say hello to your wife, - he said goodbye and headed for the exit.

The elf was returning from a mission carrying a paper bag with clothes and the brand of one of the stores, nothing would arouse suspicion.
"Most likely the drugs are wrapped inside these clothes," the elf thought and decided to take the detur towards his employer to report the situation.
Having come to him, they examined the package together, the elf told the details of the deliveries, how each of them is encrypted and always in a different language and written in a different handwriting, as it is always on paper, after which both decided to check the paper for fingerprints, but found nothing , transillumination with an ultraviolet lamp did not give results.
Louis copied the paper and said to the elf:
- I'll take this one for analysis for amino acids, maybe this will give a result, and you carry the package further, and you should hurry up if you don't want to arouse suspicion. - They did not touch the clothes with drugs.
The elf left the employer and returned to the circus, completing the mission, after which he received 30 sporelings in cash from the clown who ran the operation.
- Good job, little one! - Then he patted him on the shoulder and pushed him towards the rest of the accomplices. - Let's go have dinner together, I'm crying! - finished the clown and they left the circus and moved into the city.

No one could tell exactly what Naito was experiencing. The sudden excuse to remember the destruction of his home was saddened by, although it was not so noticeable. He had already landed at Fenom Spaceport, alerting the captain and the low-ranking agents under his command. His old squad, with which he fought off the Groxes by Fenom, had long ago been disbanded. Partly due to the death of his member. Naito himself tried not to remember this, unpleasant.

He knew what kind of horror was going on here, so he began to personally look for the culprit of the accident, although he did not make it his main task, but, rather, led an investigation against a background that had long been deadlocked due to a lack of evidence, destroyed in the same time of the accident. He was not informed of the injured Horus Crowley.

Nayto
Rumors of the incident were still circulating through the streets. A gang of passers-by, hanging around the spaceport, where Agent Credo was, was talking:
- Listen, what if the culprit of the accident is a witch!
- Have you started drinking again?
- no no no! Listen to me! Do you remember once on Fenom various witches were called, and then something happened and the ship had to be restored. I heard about this story from a resident who was on the Phenoma before this disaster.
- Yes, I heard that, but didn't they then disappear, or were they not caught?
- What if not! These are witches, Karis, these are goddamn witches! They can hide among us and pretend to be innocent. I still don't know how Aetherion didn't get involved in this to investigate.
- What is etherion?
- Oh yes, I completely forgot, you have absolutely no magical education. Let's just say this is the worst nightmare of lawbreakers using magic.
- So if witches are nagging, then in order to find them, these aetherions of yours also need to nudge, working undercover, no?
- Hmm, I never thought about it. You're right. Are you sure you're not their undercover agent? - to which the interlocutor laughed:
- Oh, come on, Meryl, you know me from university days and remember very well that there is not a drop of magic in me.
- Karis, there may be magic, but there are no brains, otherwise you would have been a certified engineer, like me, and not the owner of a dumplings shop. - Both laughed
“But you, Meryl, will never make such dumplings in your life. And since I’m just a shopkeeper, you’ll pay double per serving.
- Oh, come on, you know I'm joking! - both laughed and moved on about their business.
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Another gang of aliens talked about a strange incident in the clinic, where one patient, either mad or deciding to commit suicide, jumped out of the window and, they say, was able to jump between three more buildings, until he disappeared somewhere, may have bled out and died. One of the talkers was an office worker in one of the buildings, where he saw a bloody figure in hospital robes, running across the floor like a wild animal fleeing from hunters.

All this past time, Horus ... openly circled the bald. Since he was discharged from the hospital, he has had nothing to do. He did a couple of mercenary assignments, but they were frankly boring activities to even talk about. Bringing that, taking it there, guarding it ... boring. If not for the money, he would have spent all day on the Fenom. Amari went to do some assassin's tasks, so the guy had no one to spend time with much.
On one of these boring days, he decided to visit his sister, as Richard indirectly reminded him. Fortunately, he still remembered where her brothel was. He did not change at all - an intimate twilight in an aristocratic setting remained even on a clear day.
- Horus? What a surprise. Thalia said a little bewildered when she saw her brother. She looked up from the tablet on which she was doing accounting to hug the guy. - What is obliged to visit?
- Yes, nothing. - the warrior shrugged his shoulders. - It's just that I've been busy lately that I didn't even have time to visit my sister. How is the business going?
- Slowly. Here, I found out that one of the girls is stealing.
- And what, you go to the police?
- Oh, no, no. Thalia grinned slyly. “I'd rather do with her what her clients usually order ... that way she will understand better. Shall we go to the office?
Brother and sister went upstairs. The office has changed slightly - the room has become brighter and more spacious, there have been some rearrangements. Gore sat down on the good old sofa, Talia took a place at her table.
- I have a life in continuous bureaucracy, deeds and all that. - the girl grinned. - Therefore, you better tell. How are you, how is Richard?
- Well ... it has been better. - answered Horus honestly, after which he told his sister all his recent adventures, including the vision sent by Richard when he was last passed out.
“A bleak prospect ...” she said thoughtfully. - But even your non-magical friend understood that it was a bad idea to keep Richard with you, and even as a standard. And I told you.
- I know. - Gore did not like the fact that he was reprimanded as a naughty boy. - You better tell me what can be done.
“Well, you can always die. - the girl shrugged, however, seeing Horus's gaze, she stopped in a grin. - Okay, okay, I have one idea.
- Tell me.
“We can use Richard as bait. Thalia explained. - We will draw out the warlock who stole your soul, promising him a much brighter prize than the soul of a mere mortal - a real ethereal.
- Who-who?
- Well, Richard. Ethereal is the generic name for who he essentially is, an elemental of magic.
“How do we get the attention of the particular warlock we need?” Something I don't really like the prospect of fighting any mage who wants to take my stand.
- It will be very difficult, but most likely you still have subtle traces of magic of the guy we need. Let's carry out a couple of preliminary rituals, then we'll start hunting him.
Horus thought for a moment.
- It makes sense. Can you then return my soul to me?
- No. Thalia answered honestly. “But I’m sure Aetherio will help you. Now, tell me about the blue-haired girl you walk with there ...

Naito caught the courage ... Lately, all he did was collect rumors and check the places of incidents. I studied each of them incredibly thoroughly, including using my knowledge in engineering. While it was clear that the storm incident on Fenoma was not caused by an accident, Naito personally verified this. He finally, albeit suddenly, began to enjoy his work. Imperceptibly he penetrated into the chambers where that madman was kept, studied the buildings between which he jumped, still imperceptibly, as if he was doing it illegally, in fact, he did not want to contact at least someone during the investigation process. As a result, I even wandered into an old factory, where I found dried blood, a lot of blood. The only thing that worried him now: where is this madman?

Somewhere in the auditorium:
- ..... As you can see, the four-pointed races usually evolve into upright walking, which is why most races have a spine shape that resembles a double s: §, otherwise, when walking and performing work, the vertebrae would be compressed, causing extreme discomfort. Let's move on to another topic, why the body structure of, say, three-eyed and other stooped alien races does not allow large size: The answer is simple, the center of gravity. As you can see.....
.... And that explains their rather compact size. Now let's analyze the structure of the shoulders of most creatures in the Galaxy: As you can see, these are the shoulder blades of a creature that uses all the limbs for walking, which does not allow them to be used for labor, pay attention to the position of the shoulder blades and their structure. These are the limbs of chimpanzees, they are still used for walking, but can also be used for simple labor movements. However, the rotation of their arms can only be performed in a sagittal projection, allowing only a limited range of divisions, which is due to the structure and position of the scapula, compare both .... Let's consider the scapula of most intelligent alien creatures. Its structure differs little between fully bipedal vertebrate races. We will consider invertebrate races in the next lecture. As you can see, the shoulder blade is not located on the side of the body, and on the back, almost transversally, unlike chimpanzees - the narrator showed on the slide of the lecture - which allows a large range of movements, both in horizontal, sagittal and transverse projections. Applying this knowledge, we can analyze the structure of other limbs and apply them to erect vertebral creatures with the number of limbs from 4 to 8. After that, keeping a large body in balance becomes difficult, which is why races can evolve back into invertebrate or develop an exoskeleton. Applying this knowledge, we can analyze the structure of other limbs and apply them to erect vertebral creatures with the number of limbs from 4 to 8. After that, keeping a large body in balance becomes difficult, which is why races can evolve back into invertebrate or develop an exoskeleton. Applying this knowledge, we can analyze the structure of other limbs and apply them to erect vertebral creatures with the number of limbs from 4 to 8. After that, keeping a large body in balance becomes difficult, which is why races can evolve back into invertebrate or develop an exoskeleton.
... 6 finite creatures can evolve in 4 directions: 4 limbs for walking, 2 limbs for walking and 2 auxiliary limbs for walking, which are more rudimentary; and two arms, or 4 arms, of which two can become rudimentary, and only 2 legs, but these legs develop incredibly strong to maintain the balance of the body. Such races usually have more muscle mass than 4-end races. We will look at the 8 finite races in the next lectures, because there the laws of evolution begin to diverge in too many directions that need to be considered in detail.
... I hope this lesson helped explain why races such as the Aragians, various elves, Damasians, Progals, Almanians, Terrans, various reptilian races are anatomically similar, with the largest differences only in the structure of the skull, jaw, some muscles, head or the absence of a tail and the number of vertebrae, or ribs, as well as some purely morphological and phenotypic differences indicating which simple animal they came from on their planet.
On the other hand, the chemical composition of all creatures is based on carbon, because it is the only element that can build branched chains and multivalued bonds, which allows the existence of organic chemistry and complex processes. Another similar element is silicon. But silicon, when oxidized, becomes solid rather than a gas, which prevents breathing. Why most of the known life forms in this Galaxy, living on the planets of the green belt, have similar physiological properties, having only differences in blood, copper or iron, as the central atom, blue or red blood, less often other metals, which we will consider later. Another difference is receptors, their structure and transmitters.
However, most of the known drugs in the Galaxy work for at least 72% of alien races, in varying degrees of effectiveness ..........
........ this is where my lecture came to an end, thank you very much for your attention ... We at XAZ medicinals are committed to maintaining high levels of health throughout the galaxy. Come to the next lecture, which will go to charity. Now let's go to the lobby where you can ask me questions and get an autographed copy of my book. - Luis Santiago finished his lecture and went out into the foyer, where a crowd of fans of the young philanthropist, the head of a pharmaceutical conglomerate and a dozen sponsored prestigious medical universities had already gathered. However, the event quickly curtailed, forcing Louis to apologize and ran into the car, pushing through the crowd with microphones.
- Louis, the results came from the laboratory - said an old man in a white coat sitting in the car.
- Well? Louis asked.
- Absolutely nothing! Nothing, no trace. Even a piece of paper is not a simple piece of paper, it is paper whose origin is not recognizable. This shit is used by the most advanced secret services. It is strong against weather conditions, but if you need to get rid of it quickly, it is susceptible to the enzyme amylase, in combination with a weakly alkaline environment ...
- Saliva? That is, it is paper that does not get wet, burns extremely hard, but at the same time is easily decomposed by saliva? How is this possible! What do you think, Daniel, what are we facing?
- Honestly, I don’t know, but this dealer is extremely advanced, since he has such tools. Daniel took out an A4 sheet of paper from the bag. - I ordered the same paper. Look, Louis: - he tried to set it on fire, nothing, got it wet, the water rolled off it. I tried to tear off a piece, the paper did not give in. Then he licked her, and she gave in, he tore off a piece and put it in his mouth, sucking it like candy, then opened his mouth. There was nothing there.
- Yes, Daniel, good paper, all documents should be printed on it before the tax report. Louis joked. - Let's look at the situation further, the job of this poor fellow, whom I sent on a mission, may turn out to be much more serious. I need to get in touch with professionals ...

- Are you sure everything will go smoothly?
- No. But if we don't try, Richard will definitely kill you. Therefore, it is better to die from the rapid explosion of the spell than from his hands.
Horus and Thalia weren't on Fenom right now. A week later, they were on a deserted plateau of an unnamed planet in a little-known sector of the Galaxy. They were lucky to find a rare phenomenon there - a star emitting light in the violet spectrum. This happened extremely rarely, when a star was born in a place most rich in magical energy. Like a sponge, it absorbed the most powerful currents of energy and itself became a source of magic. This increased the magical abilities of any creature that was exposed to purple light and even untrained ones could subconsciously use the simplest spells. Fortunately, this was so rare that only such stars in the Galaxy could be counted on one hand.
- How did you find this place? Horus asked as Talia finished her preparations.
“Oh, Aterion has known about this star for a long time. Strictly speaking, they have a research station in its orbit.
- Well, how did you know, you are not a member of Aetherion?
- I know from there a couple of nerds who are ready to provide almost access to the Archon's chambers, if you sleep with them ... I hear everything. She frowned as Horus whispered an obscene word under his breath.
- OK OK. And what will I need to do? - the guy suppressed a grin and stared at the rune circle, which the girl finished drawing.
- I will explain everything as the ritual progresses. Get in the center and call Richard.
The guy obediently stood at the indicated spot and summoned std. He could feel how he became a little freer - there was enough energy to return him some of his self-awareness, but not enough so that he could speak and act on his own again. Talia stood on one edge and called her Stand - The Galaxy - on the diametrically opposite side. A female figure appeared, as if carved out of space itself - white dots, representing stars, dotted her body. A bright quasar shone on the chest, representing a heart. Long hair moved erratically, as if it were in water. She smiled slyly at her mistress, waiting for the command.
Thalia began to cast some kind of spell, the words of which Horus did not understand, and walked in one direction, making magic passes with her hands. The Galaxy began to mirror her actions. The guy felt the approaching currents of magic, literally squeezed out of the violet light that illuminated the plateau. However, both Richard could and Gore felt him fidget restlessly. The guy began to put more strength, trying to tighten the figurative chains.
- Horus, don't. Thalia said, feeling his push. - I will channel his energy, do not hold him back.
The warrior, although not without fear, nevertheless relaxed, allowing the standard to act freely. The streams of energy became more and more powerful. Everything suddenly floated before his eyes, and Horus felt a pleasant tingling sensation in his fingers and toes. At the same time, he could feel like he was lifted off the ground. The eyes began to darken. Before he finally passed out, the guy saw The Galaxy fly up to him sharply, still looking at him playfully ...
Horus felt his consciousness flying, flying so fast that the planets turned into blurry spots. He traveled light years faster than any ship, faster than light itself. But now, the speed began to decrease, the consciousness flew up to the brightly lit planet-city. He entered the atmosphere and could see gravikars scurrying between gigantic buildings, reaching hundreds of floors. Consciousness began to sink lower and lower, until it sank to the level of the earth, into the slums, where, due to the pile-up, the sunlight did not even penetrate and everything was illuminated artificially. Dirty twilight enveloped the huge market below, where there were equally dirty - and, most likely, poor - residents. However, the consciousness did not stay here for long either. It moved on until it reached some kind of basement. It descended right through the closed door and Horus saw the lair of the black magician and his master himself. In one corner sat an old man with matted hair and a long beard. The guy immediately recognized him - it was he who once stole his soul, cursed him, doomed him to certain death. Although then he was a little younger, it seems that his life pretty shaken. The old man was looking thoughtfully at the fire burning in the unclean, smoky fireplace, when the consciousness of Horus penetrated into his house.
“Call Richard,” Thalia whispered. Horus obediently summoned the Stand, and the Stand materialized in front of the old man. He freaked out right in the chair, instinctively squeezing into it. However, Richard did not do anything with the warlock and only punched the ancient table with his fist, leaving his magic mark on it. That was enough. Richard disappeared along with all the vision and now Horus again saw The Galaxy in front of him and Thalia, standing a little further away.
- It would be enough. Now he knows what you have and will probably be interested ...

People began to return to the once destroyed area. Many houses were destroyed - many residents were compensated and moved into hostels for the first time. Naito also returned here, as if trying to catch what he had missed, but he did not even know what he was looking for.

- We are being puffed up on our brains, Terran, - said the tall humanoid alien to his interlocutor. He kept a straight posture, his fingers, in which he only held a lighted cigar, were short, nails long, sloppy and dirty. There were four fingers themselves. The skin was dirty yellow, the chin was large, elongated, fangs protruding from the lower jaw, surprisingly clean. The forehead was elongated, large, the ears hung, the bristles on the head instead of hair did not give in to combing. Instead of a nose, they had a snout. The eyes were large, rough, and the iris was green. He himself is dressed richly, albeit old-fashioned: under a red waistcoat, a white silk shirt, on top - a cloak with gold coats on the buttons and seams, trousers were in the same style. It was the Yongarian. They were quite large - they grew calmly up to two meters, weighed accordingly. Almost always rude arrogant, but prefer not to get into fights, because they consider it "low" for them. But, to be honest, no one wanted to get into a fight with them - one blow and a knockout. This particular Yongarian's voice was hoarse, rough, low. - There is no magician! They hide their missteps by blaming those below them, the Terran.
“I took it from a trusted source, it was on the news,” the terran objected.
- All lies! The news will only show something to divert us from the truth! The Yongarian exclaimed. "Are you going to bet, Terran?"
- No, perhaps I can't convince you.
“That's right,” he concluded, tightening his cigar.

The street was incredibly dirty. As if nobody worked here. Naito quickly left there and went to the clinic, where most of the victims were taken away. I hoped to interview the victims, but all as one repeated the same thing: a thunderstorm began, it intensified, and then this. Only one remembered seeing two Terrans dragging behind them a third Terran with a book, who was saying something. The eyewitness did not hear what he was saying, but said that after that a storm began, and lightning hit the group. Naito could not be sure of the sanity of the eyewitness: the empty gaze of a short humanoid with body proportions like Grox's, however, the structure was also similar, even the scarecrow of Naito. However, he was later informed that the patient was completely healthy, and that he would go to discharge tomorrow. Apart from the wish to leave him longer, no words were obtained from Naito.