Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Salisbury.

ACVIVS ​​ID VERBERAT (Whistle Fast)

Thieves Guild motto.

Sephiroth. Salisbury

The fact that in Salisbury there really were problems with thieves, Gray and I realized immediately upon arrival - some passengers had already stolen their luggage. How the intruders got into the baggage car, and even managed to take out almost half of the things - I can't imagine. But the guys worked quickly, there is nothing to say.

-And nothing like that guys work, smartly, you can see right away, with a soul, - I thoughtfully watch the peasant rushing along the platform, who has lost some statuette.

-It seems to me, or do you admire them? - Gray began to pull off his shirt, however, given the current turmoil, no one paid attention to it.

- Of course, I generally respect professionals who perform their work with high quality. And here they were clearly professionals. And Gray ... maybe you still won't take off your panties right in the crowd? - Keeping a dismissive expression on my face, I point out to Fulbuster his little problem.

-Okay, let's quickly finish with this, - the ice magician hurried to get dressed, - I suggest just catching the nearest 'professional' and knocking out information about the lair from him.

-Yeah? It's kind of clumsy, but let's try.

And we tried it. Hmmm, a complete madhouse. Periodically trying to arrange a striptease, a young guy rushes around the square, grabbing the scruff of almost the first ones that came along and with a brutal mug on his face demands to take him to the den of thieves. Your mother, I thought only Natsu had a hard time, but that Gray too ... He's a militant after all, but a militant should have guessed to do something that even remotely resembles intelligence, but alas, it seems I want too much. But while Fulbuster was distracting the attention of others to himself, I calmly put marks on the top ten, in my opinion, suspicious types and bought a map of the city. Well, now all that remains is to wait for the evening and see where the highest concentration of 'marked' was formed. Meanwhile, Gray attracted the excessive attention of the city guards (oh, judging by the wide swarms and almost lawlessness perpetrated by local thieves, all the valiant guards were bought with giblets). Eh, that's just what I missed. Well, watch the free show 'Catch Naked and Slippery' performed by the valiant Fairy Tail mage and less valiant law enforcement. Now I'm starting to understand where the 'Feeks' have such fame.

Well, okay, while Gray is having fun with the guards. I can go about my business. It seems that in Salisbury there should be one of those merchants who are not very interested in the origin of the goods, perhaps he will have something interesting, but not too legal, that could be useful to me. And Gray ... well, it has my mark on it, in a pinch, I'll find it myself. But can I not shine a light on an 'official' in such a dubious place as a stolen merchant's shop? Hmm, and for a long time I wanted to make myself a second look, just for such cases. Turning into a deserted alley, I get to work. So, shorten the hair and change the color to black, now the eyes ... let them be red, here it is not like that, for some reason there will be no associations with the image of Sephiroth, we will correct the shape of the nose and cheekbones, we will also correct the jaw a little. Now let's change the appearance of the clothes a little, just to show that the shirt, pants and cloak are different, while the general style remains. Hmm, I think that's enough - I definitely won't bother with growth - the constant change of the center of gravity does not in the best way affect the coordination of movements, and it eats a lot of resources. Speaking of resources, grab a bite to eat.

I spent two hours in a cafe - slowly saturating and listening to the local news with the edge of my ear. And the news was very curious - a certain (very cute, if you listen to the local girls) magician made sheer bedlam in the city square, in an obscene manner pestering others and demanding something from them. Someone knocked on the guard and the offender was tied (although they had to run after him, well, it would be useful for the local guards to shake up the fat a little), it turned out that the troublemaker was one of the Fairy Tail, the police chief had already sent a letter of complaint to the city advice, and those, in turn, will give it to the head of the guild.

I rolled my eyes in pain. Wonderful, I did everything quietly, they say, damn it, now I have to listen to the next stick of Makarych, but I definitely have nothing to do with it! Pichalka. But there is also a real chance to get it from Mira. No, she will definitely not make a scandal or make a pull, but as I present her reproachful look, it becomes somehow ... uncomfortable in my soul. Hmm, why would that be? No, she is definitely a beautiful girl, and she has a wonderful character ... hmm, also with her brains everything is in order and even seems to know how to cook ... Hey-hey, the Earth is calling Sephiroth, welcome, welcome, as you hear ? Isn't it too early to fall in love? You know nothing at all! Yes ... but on the other hand, I followed her story for more than a year, and although it is not correct to transfer a drawn image to a real girl ... it is foolish to deny that I am drawn to her ... as well as to Lucy. I haven't seen Elsa yet, but I suspect that something similar will come out with her. Hmmm ... and the harem, it turns out, is actually much more complicated than I thought. Okay, I better think about it later, damn it, ask if Loki has any advice?

A rather pleasant female voice brought me out of heavy thoughts.

-Excuse me, can I sit at your table? The empty seats are already taken, - a pretty pretty girl with bright red hair was looking at me, she looks very attractive, but something was wrong about her. Just in case, I looked around. Hmm, really empty tables are not visible. Okay, let's see ...

-Of course, I was going to leave anyway - let's see if she needs a table, or specifically me.

- No, that you, if you leave, it turns out that I drove you away. It will be somehow uncivilized on my part, - the girl smiled and shook a shock of her gorgeous hair. I could not help admiring, mmm, and what is the scent of her perfume ... Scent? Wait a minute! They poured it over me like a tub of ice water. The symbiont decomposed the scent and issued an impartial report. Your mother, this is not a perfume with pheromones, this is a pure pheromone with a scent of perfume! An interesting connection. An ordinary person should have already drool over a girl and confess his love to her. It's getting more and more interesting, well, it's worth supporting the game.

-How can you refuse such a beautiful person. Perhaps you will make me happy by giving your name? - we smile and wave, gentlemen, we smile and wave.

- Dahlia, - the redhead introduced herself, - and you?

-Cedric Lensher (* Eh! What a shameless plagiarism ?! * comment of the section owner) (* You yourself rejected all the other names - Suffer! 'Evil laugh' * author's note), - continuing to portray an idiot who pecked at her perfume, introduced himself I am. Hmm, but that sounds good, perhaps, for this image, and leave him - I think our acquaintance is worth noting, wine?

-Only a little, - but there is clear satisfaction in my voice, if I were under these spirits - as if I would not suspect anything.

The wine was brought to us pretty quickly, and then everything was banal - some guy walked past, 'accidentally' pushing me while I was distracted by these events, Dahlia. If that's her real name, she poured some rubbish into my glass. Are there clownfish in this world too? Okay, it's worth finishing the last scene of this show. And then give out the audience sympathy prizes. I drink wine, analyzing the composition ... hmm, not clonidine, but clearly a local analogue, except that it cuts down not only along with alcohol, but also by itself. Okay, let's see what happens next, she won't fumble through my pockets right in the cafe? Obediently I 'lose consciousness' and watch the performance.

And then I, as an old friend, was transported 'to fresh air', in any case, that's exactly how Dahlia explained to the worried cafe attendants. By the way, the transport was carried out by the same guy who had previously distracted my attention. They carried me not far, literally to the very first deserted gateway, after which they threw me to the ground and the porter began to fumble through my pockets.

-Good job, Milena, another rich goof, damn it, but where is his pockets then?

-He, I must admit that he lasted a little longer, but ... it doesn't matter, what is it?

- While nichkhhh ... - the hand of the guy that according to all counts should be passed out for another three hours closed on the robber's throat.

Milena Trace. The magician of aromas.

This day was quite ordinary. Nothing foreshadowed trouble, except that a rumor about a magician from the 'Fairies' who had arrived in the city, but the lured guards would take him for a long time, and if they could not, they would warn the guild about the visit. So there was no need to worry and go to the usual work - gut the rich idiots. For example, that lonely young man in an expensive raincoat ... hmm, the material and cut are very good, no less than 200 thousand precious ones. Such a person should definitely have money, and he sits extremely well. It looks like the catch will be pretty good today.

At first everything went as usual, the guy, although he showed a little stamina typical of some magicians and warriors, but very quickly succumbed to seductive charms, however, nothing surprising, even rank A magicians fell at her feet, to say nothing of some rich boy , even if he knows a couple of tricks. But then events began to develop clearly not according to the established scenario.

The guy turned out to be much stronger than he looked at first glance.

-A couple of poisoners. How corny, - a cold, bored voice that does not in any way resemble the courteous intonations that were just a few minutes ago - from the guild? However, this is understandable, it is unlikely that someone would have worked in this city without the knowledge of local thieves.

The partner continued to wheeze in the capture of the failed victim, only now Milena noticed that he was being held in weight on an outstretched arm. What kind of power does he have?

The guy looked at the sorceress, looked at the twitching man in his hand ... and then just squeezed his throat tighter. A crunch was heard and the captured body stopped twitching. The girl watched in horror as the corpse of her partner settled on the paving stones, there was no doubt that it was a corpse - they did not live with a shattered throat. Milena met the killer's eyes again and then she was really scared. There was nothing in them, no regrets, no satisfaction, which could also be understood. Only boredom and some kind of icy detachment. But fear did not allow him to move or even scream. The killer approached her with some elusive movement. Here he stands ten meters away, and here she already feels his breath on her skin.

-Do you want to live? - the same indifferent voice.

Milena nodded convulsively.

-Then you have to work with your tongue, - the guy's face remained the same impassive, even bored. In combination with the spoken phrase and the knowledge that this monster had breathed in a mixture of pheromones, the picture came out for the witch more than creepy. The girl could no longer stand this and lost consciousness.

Sephiroth. He's Lensher.

Hmmm, seems to have overdone it. But nevertheless, the test of the demon's 'mask' can be considered successful. In general, the state is strange, strongly reminiscent of a combat mode, but still not so close to the "machine". I would call it something in between 'regimen' and 'meditation', which I use to master the absorbed knowledge. But the head in this mode thinks just fine, however, the concepts of pity and mercy also go in an unknown direction, but, honestly, the price is not great for the opportunity to negotiate or actions that are not related to scientific or combat with an efficiency close to the 'combat mode' , except that it is better not to appear before the guilds in such a role. Be that as it may, I brought the girl to consciousness and pulled out of her everything that only she knew from the composition, location and tactics of the thieves guild, by the way, they were called 'Shadows of the night' and, I must admit, corresponded to their name. They had two dozen magicians. From C to B ranks, for the main - a class A magician, specializing in shadows. It seems that I stumbled upon the elder brother of comrade Kageyama, if not by blood, then by the school of magic, for sure. It would be nice to try out on such a ritual of absorption. In general, the guild aroused respect - the guys really very skillfully used the main weapon of any magician and just a person - brains. Of course, the sorceress did not know everything, but even from the data that she had, a very interesting picture was formed. The head of the guild, the Hokage (when I heard the name, I almost got a brain rupture, but he was really called that!), Acted in the best traditions of his namesake (even if that was only a position) - he bribed the guards, put a couple of agents in trade missions that he was informed about large caravans with valuable things, he had informants both in the railway and among the poor and homeless children. In general, not a single sneeze in the city was left without the attention of the Hokage. The network was very high quality, although not very large. It's a pity, I won't be able to crush it for myself - I don't have the resources or the time for this now ... and I don't have any special desire either. Honestly. From the valuable information, the girl had the coordinates of a pair of secret passages and ducts. I bet that the list of moves from the guild that were not mapped to any plan did not end there, but only the Hokage himself could know all of them. I didn't believe that the prisoner lied to me, but I can easily determine the lie with close contact. In terms of magic, it was also of little use. With a rank, and even tied to body chemistry - here I could rather teach her something, but not the essence. You can't get more out of it, so now what to do with it? I don't need witnesses, I didn't make any promises to save her life either, but just to kill the girl? If I were in combat mode or 'mask' - maybe, but not now. But you can't let her go either. Okay, I'll give her a chance. With brains I still do not work well, I can go crazy ... but nevertheless, if everything goes well, then she will simply forget this day ... or week. Ultimately, breaking is not building.

An hour later.

Hmm, everything seems to have gone well, in any case, the psyche is definitely intact. Well, now my conscience can continue to sleep peacefully, the magician will snooze for another day, but I don't have that much time - I don't think that a person like the head of Nightshadows won't be bothered by the sudden disappearance of one of the working groups, and even the background of the arrival of a magician from a guild engaged in the extermination of such organizations. So, you need to do everything quickly. And first you need to neutralize the Hokage himself, otherwise he will overthrow and everything will have to start from scratch. Okay, this guy won't stab himself, which means you need to go and see what kind of lair they have.

And why are most of the dark guilds just like a magnet pulling underground? Eh, it's good at least not to go through the sewers to them, my scent could not stand it. I decided to penetrate the 'Night Shadows' through one of the secret passages, kindly suggested to me by that girl. I had to return to the appearance of Sephiroth - the trip to the hot spots was postponed indefinitely, and so, in which case I will have an excuse in the form of an official contract. I wonder if Gray is still in the local bullpen, or has he already left and is now looking for me? Oh, I feel that I will have to tell him long and tediously what he missed and how I cleared the dark guild. Hmmm ... but by the way, it will be possible to quite officially raise your rank, although I'm not sure if I really need it. So, stop dreaming about the long term, first you need to clean up this very guild. And finally, the room of the dark guild appeared before me. What can you say about him? The guys settled down very well. Mahogany tables, sandalwood panels on the walls, carpets and skins on the floor. And a whole bunch of traps and workarounds hidden behind these very panels and skins. And the tables, in which case, are quite capable of withstanding the blow of the sword. Most of the dark ones were now in the city - engaged in the extraction of information or material values. But their master was just in the den. And he was already waiting for me.

-What are the guests, God. I'm flattered. A whole magician has come over my soul! - The Hokage mockingly greeted me. The man lived up to his description - short, with a shock of dark blue hair tied into two tails, intertwined in an odd design - I have to admit, you were successful in the diversion with that idiot stripper. You even somehow found the entrance to my humble abode, but I'm afraid your path will end there, be a friend, stand still and I won't hurt you at all, really, really.

Yeah, this Hokage deserved respect - while he spoke to me with his teeth, at the same time he was preparing some kind of dirty trick from Shadow magic - the dirty trick looked like a bunch of very sharp shadows, striving to crumble me into salad. However, I didn't waste any time either - I slipped into combat mode and proceeded to execute the calculated plan. Pieces of the symbiote flew to meet the shadow blades, looking like ordinary sand from a distance. The magician clearly suspected something and hastened to leave the trajectory of the flight of my shells and even successfully implemented his idea. Only I slightly changed the shape of the symbiont flying into it. Normal physics and geometry, no magic. The Nightshadow leader was only hit by a few grains ... but that was more than enough. Enter the body and hit the nerves with maximum intensity. Well, that's all, few people can conjure when your hands and feet signal that they have been shoved into boiling resin. It remained only to approach the enemy and knock it out - later it will come in handy for me. The entire fight took less than five seconds. Now all that remained was to wait for the return of the rest of the guild members and crush them one at a time and in small groups. The combat regime disappeared by itself, leaving behind a slight feeling of emptiness and frustration. I expected much more from a rank A mage. Some of the unpleasant discovery softened when I found a whole system of traps centered in a specific location. It seems that the Hokage wanted to drive me there, and with the help of the environment, multiply by zero. Judging by the size of the lacrima crystals that fed some of the traps, it could smell so bad that the S rank would become sad. I was also pleased with the large assortment of magic shackles, it seems that the guys also hunted in the slave trade.

While I was digging through the trophies, the rest of the members of the dark guild pulled up. But they only came through the passages already known to me - it was a matter of a couple of minutes to place their cells in them. Everyone who passed through the passage, willy-nilly, but picked up a certain amount of Symbiont into the body. It is very small - it would not be enough to cut it down, let alone take control of it. But to arrange a flash of pain at the most inopportune moment, while indicating the goal to me - completely. So by the next morning, all the magicians of the 'Shadows' could boast of stylish jewelry, and the members of the guild, deprived of magic, were forced to wear ordinary shackles. But I was in no hurry to drag all this Caudle to the top. Firstly, handing them over to the guards they bought is stupid, miraculously it turns out that all of these are respectable citizens, but they will call me a criminal. Well, and secondly - first, I will thoroughly rummage in the head of the main one for extra money and values.

Wow! I did not expect such money from a not-so-powerful dark guild. Thirty lamas in the common fund and the leader's personal stash, under a hundred crystals of lacrima, some are programmed that will allow me to delve into the basics of local artifactories, although no, I'd better ask someone to explain this matter to me, a small bunch of various artifacts - from a lighter to a combat rod ... And the most important thing is the library. Yes, thieves and robbers live well near the capital of magic, very well. Books on the magic of fire, water, wind (but for some reason there was no earth, abysmally, the Hamster does not approve, although I do not need it, but purely from the principle), the magic of shadows, but most importantly - on ritual magic.

The funny thing is that there was no price set for the head of the leader. He never got caught on a hot one, although his guild managed to bother many. So nothing prevented me from swallowing him, and the conditions were almost perfect - the dungeon, all the entrances and exits were monitored, Gray is still in the bullpen (we managed to match his mark with the city map). In general, I hastened to carry out the necessary ritual - the disappeared ringleader could become an excuse not to pay the reward in full, but money isn't happiness, besides, I've already received money so well from them, no one will take away books either, so why not and not get additional Strength? A securely recorded sacrifice, correctly drawn runes, the right words and actions ... and nothing. The damn magician is not absorbed, even though you crack! But why, after all, everything is correct ?! The answer was found in the book on rituals. Yes, everything was done right, but the Absorption school has one funny feature. You cannot eat a representative of your own or closely related species. There are no such rituals, schemes and spells. And over the centuries that there are magicians who practice this school, no one has brought them out ... or brought them out, but did not share them with the general public. However, in his place I would have done the same. What's the problem, because I'm not human? Uh-huh, but the body through which the magic is now going is completely human, so in the near future I can only eat up on monsters. Then it is better to change the carrier, and the rank is a lot, but, alas, a big bummer was waiting for me. I was able to move to a new carrier, but I could not manage it in any way - the body did not even attempt to move. But why? After all, his brain is completely out? I don't understand. I had to return to the past body. After suffering a couple of days (and at the same time, raking out everything that was not nailed down), I began to get upstairs. The guild of the dark turned out to be very impressive - in addition to two dozen magicians, it consisted of about three hundred ordinary people. A couple of dozen died of painful shock during the 'greeting' from Simba. But the others were fine, so there was someone to carry the stuff. The most valuable thing, namely the books, I hid in a pocket of space, again hammering it above all sorts of norms, the artifacts, smaller and more expensive, went into a cloak. The rest of the junk will ride on the backs of the dark ones. Seeing my kind smile and how several of their brothers, who were trying to escape, suddenly started rolling on the floor for no reason, howling in pain, everyone expressed a burning desire to help me with transportation, calling me a demon when they thought I was not around. Eh, well, that's why, eh? After all, I didn't do anything to them ... almost. Well, the demons are with them, even if they call them anything, the main thing is that they work as they should. One question remained. What should I do with the chief of the city guard? Among the dark papers, I found several very interesting receipts. It turns out that the gallant soldier liked to hang out in expensive restaurants with a corresponding company. But the salary for such entertainment was clearly not enough, but there were enough "donations" from "conscientious citizens sympathetic to the cause of the guard." Judging by the sums, there will be twenty years in the quarry for him and all his deputies and assistants. These pieces of paper will allow me to take him by the throat. On the other hand, there is a high probability that after the whole guild is imprisoned, the local chief of police will fly off his post himself, as if he had not been able to fulfill his direct duties and it would be good if he did not sit down. Then the price of these receipts is very low. Hmm, what if you give them to outside investigators? Hmm ... it will be possible to knock out gratitude from the city from them and the complaint to Makarov will be quickly forgotten, hanging it on the intrigues of a corrupt official. As a result, I will have Gray's gratitude for discouraging him from the next portion of the Fairy Tail Master's trademark luli, which will lead to my early growing into the guild, and possibly something useful to break off from Makarych, for example, a couple of lessons on ritual magic. Yes, this is definitely a much more delicious option.

So, how would I then jump over the head of the local guard? Hmm ... but what can happen, somewhere here I saw an artifact with a magic messenger. And here he is. Let's start with. To the Fiore Kingdom Council of Mages, from a member of the Fairy Tail Guild ...

A day later.

The streets of Salisbury were in turmoil. Still, not every day on the streets of the city there were half a hundred knights of runes together with the messenger of the council. But then the hubbub that rose when from an inconspicuous dead end several hundred people, chained in chains, came out to them, escorted by only one guy with silvery hair ... The knights surrounded the procession, and the guy approached the messenger (it was quite problematic to confuse him with someone else - mutant toad in a red fur coat and with a hat - a more than noticeable personality) and handed him a few papers, after which he bent down and whispered something to him in the area of ​​the place where a normal person should have had ears. As the reading progressed, the face of the amphibian stretched more and more, after reading, he called the commander of the detachment and pointed with his hand towards the guard section. The latter nodded understandingly and, taking with him the heels of the soldiers, set off along the indicated route.

Gray Fulbuster.

The ice wizard sat behind bars and contemplated the situation. The situation was bad. His attempts to carry out the work of the guard led to the fact that the aforementioned guard asked him to go to the department. Well, as I asked ... They tried to arrest him, and, moreover, very rudely. Throwing away the attackers would not have been a problem, but suddenly he found that he could hardly budge. Some kind of magic held him very tightly. He simply did not have time to escape - the guards who had flown in very professionally fastened shackles on him and took him to the station. All the demands to release him were answered only with laughter and a statement that five days of arrest are required for hooliganism, and if he is dissatisfied with something, then they can happily replace this article with some other, for example, harassment, since his outfit is suitable.

Gray could only grit his teeth and wait for the expiration of the detention period, hoping that Sephiroth by this moment would not get into any story. What was his surprise when, on the fourth day, they simply broke into the station, and you can't say otherwise, the five knights of the runes began to knit the guards. Apparently, the squad leader approached Gray's cell.

- Mr. Fulbuster?

-Yes it's me.

-On behalf of the city authorities, I apologize to you for the inconvenience, - the man took off the handcuffs that bound the magic from the prisoner, - the guilty have already been detained and will be punished accordingly.

The ice mage could not understand what all this meant, but just in case he just nodded, the situation was, to put it mildly, atypical. In any case, in his memory, representatives of the authorities have never apologized to him, as a rule, the process was the opposite - they demanded these apologies , something told him that this was not without Sephiroth. By the way, it would be nice to find out where he went.

- Tell me, have you seen my partner? - he turned to the commander. Seeing some misunderstanding on his part, Fulbuster gave a description - tall, long silver hair, usually dressed in dark colors.

-It was he who called us here, most likely, the magician you described is now in the office in the magistrate. If anything, that's where they went with the messenger of the council.

- Gray nodded and, without saying goodbye, hurried to the magistrate.

- Well, Sephiroth, well, he framed, - the ice magician swore, - asked for help, but from whom, from the Council! Shame, how much will be ... - Imagining the reaction of the Master to the news that they not only failed the task, but also signed their own impotence, Fulbuster began to seriously think about returning to the Northern Continent ... somewhere in the wilderness.

At the entrance to the magistrate, Gray noticed the culprit of all his problems, he stood with a contented mug and whistled something under his breath.

-Come, let's talk, - the magician almost growled, grabbing his not resisting guildmate by the cloak and almost dragging him into the nearest alley, - What the hell are you doing? We'd better not return to the guild now! So do it! - the ice mage could go broke for a long time and compare the mental abilities of Sephiroth and the Stinky Mushroom, and not in favor of the first, but a powerful blow in the gut interrupted him in mid-sentence.

-Said everything? - asked the silver-haired man coldly, - now listen to me. Before throwing accusations, at least take the trouble to find out the details. While one idiot first ran around the square with his bare ass and earned complaints about the guild, and then chilled out in the cell, I did all the work. The rune knights came here to escort the detained members of the thieves' guild and try the city guards, which this guild bought. I also presented your antics as a distraction - the complaint was withdrawn, moreover, gratitude from the city was sent to the Master. You will receive your share of the reward from Makarov - the money has been transferred to the name of the guild.

Without another word, Sephiroth turned and walked towards the train station.

-Wait! - Fulbuster has called out to him, - is it true ?!

- I didn't seem to give you a reason to doubt my words, - the interlocutor almost spat out, - however, human gratitude, a thing even more ghostly than the honesty of a politician.

-I ... I'm sorry, - the magician was effaced. It turned out really ugly. The interlocutor chuckled.

-Oh yes, first we will spit in the face, and then we will say 'sorry' and everything will immediately become in the best possible way, - sarcasm in words could be scooped up with a spoon.

- I really was wrong ... sorry, I just thought that we disgraced the guild, - the magician lowered his head. A heavy sigh was heard.

-Eh, not so I thought we were improving relations with you. Okay, for the first and last time. Take into account - when you fly again - I'll hit my face and won't see that you are A Rank, - Sephiroth grinned.

-World?

- Peace, but about the face - remember, and yes, you have beer, - the silver-haired magician grinned, - now, let's go home - I'm already fed up with the hospitality of this city.