🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- AAAAAAA! IT'S SOOOOOO COOL HERE!!! 😍 😍 😍 NANAYA, TAKE ME! I WILL BE YOUR FAITHFUL DISCIPLE UNTIL THE END OF MY DAYS! - Insho falls to her knees before the statue/painting/altar of the goddess.

Insho successfully adopts a new belief...
- H-how many do you have...? - Lydia suddenly asks her.

—I-it's personal... —the pale young man stammered, already regretting that he had brought the diary with him. —I just think that such ears are not very practical from a biological point of view... And you could have just asked if you wanted to know more about me...

- Not as impractical as bipedalism, - the snake parried the new acquaintance's opinion, - people tend to put on masks, so my method is faster and more reliable, - she glanced at the pages of the diary again, - "wife material," he-he... - Smiling sweetly, she laughed. - I haven't seen such a use for diaries yet! A-ha-ha! - Pulling herself together, she put water on to heat and a little later poured some kind of herb into two glasses, then poured boiling water over it; she took one for herself and offered the other to the guest. - But you are right about one thing, you can't learn everything about a person from ink on paper. So tell me, what are you interested in in life and what do you expect from your journey to Onkaih.

- I have nothing against mules. It's just... where do mushrooms get mules from...

- Well, you're carrying me, so that's how it happens...

- Listen, Jack. You still haven't told me how you got the ability to speak. Is it really such a secret? - asked Erika.

- I DON'T KNOW. ASK MY CREATOR.

- And who can I sell it to? Everyone just says that it's pointless to "mess around with that thing." They even announced an award for it, but there are no leads. That woman, what's her name... Ett, says that it's all pointless, but she sits there for days and, apparently, nights. It's all strange, don't you think? By the way, did you notice anything... unusual there during the inspection? Maybe you noticed something that I missed? - asked Erika.

- No, I didn't notice anything. And that woman is probably doing what I'm suggesting to you - selling this incomprehensible junk.

– With such talents, our kingdom should be safe... – the lunar elf murmured and hurried to bring the archmage tea with sweets.

- I am not only an archmage, but also one of the nine miracle workers, - Mysti tasted the sweets and drank the tea, but her facial expression made it impossible to tell whether she liked it or not, - my specialty is the element of time, and time, as you know, can only move forward. So you are overestimating my importance to the kingdom. You probably think that we teleported here straight from Shingen? But that's not the case.

-- Don't cry, it will only get worse... Hmm. What was that? It's better to think about what we'll do with the carcass, it would be a pity if it went to waste. Maybe we should give the head to the protector, or sell the skin to the craftsmen?

Sir Kir nodded.
- Good idea, but I suggest this. We'll gut it now, taste some of the meat here, and give the rest to the brothers. I'll give the skin to a friend, he'll make something for one of you as a keepsake.