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Please credit the diary retroactively, because it would be strange to record entries a year later.
I don't have a very convenient time zone, but in principle, I can join the Mafia if no one else is available.
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Day Seven
At the transport station, we took a stagecoach (a stuffy, mortuary-like vehicle, which I can't stand) and headed to the capital. This is not Faris. Chic, glamour, and almost everything is incredibly expensive.
I enrolled in the local university. It's not a pleasant place; pompous professors walk around with an air of importance, and spoiled brats study their economics, but it's free for now. And there's less paperwork than I expected. Plus, the Northern girl who registers everyone is cute. She's elegant, fair-haired, polite, they call her Zavirushka Snegoles. I wonder if everyone in their homeland is so charming?

On the same day, I also visited the library, which is surprising. I've never liked reading, but maybe it was just the wrong books. But here – these are the books. And there's also a local attraction – the Lunarian moons. The librarian.
They respect our goddesses here. The Temple of Nammu Ai feels like home. Ishil, a taciturn high priestess, is in charge here. She also has different colored eyes – some say that some people see her as she is, while others see something hidden, and looking at her, you can believe it. I left a coin here for the goddess's smile.
The Temple of Nanaya is a wonderful place, but there are only four priestesses, which is sad. I still don't understand what women do in this country.
The priestess Lydia is a terrible creature, just a ghoul in human form. I barely escaped. The miracle even has a name – Sparta, she's something like the leader there. We had a great rest...

In the evening, our Farisian gang sat in the "Taste Boundary".
Sheila eats like there's no tomorrow, where does it all go? The wine and meat were good, but it's not as interesting as in "Brothers." Iliman brought a shield with the image of some woman. I hope he doesn't sleep with it. Idiot.

Day Eight
I was at the library, reading about my father. He was quite a man. I can't keep up with his exploits, but maybe if I take it easy, I'll go further? The author is someone named Noedgi, but there's no other information.

Day Nine
I struggled through university. Issai Gassai, a local protector, was lecturing – a boring old man, but he knows his stuff. If you don't fall asleep, you can learn a lot.

Day Ten
I struggled through university. Today, Professor Peleng, a pompous old man, lectured. He's cheerful, as if he's always under the influence. Either way, I still learned the basics of tactical science, although I'm not exactly a genius. Maybe it's in my blood?

Day Eleven
I was in Mazzarde, met Cherry – a sullen girl with unexpected questions. I bought a diary there and left a quote – although I didn't even try to say something smart. Well, at least I was the first here.
I read about Felicia. A terrible creature, half-alien, half-goddess, as it turned out. But she looks good – I'd hit that.
Iliman bought a portrait of some woman for a lot of money. Is a shield not enough for him? Idiot.

Day Twelve
I finished the tactics course. Reik Aizett lectured, and they say he had an interesting life – he was a big shot in Harran. A tough guy, he gave more useful advice than in dozens of Peleng's lectures.
I was at "Kuromode". This, as it turned out, is a surname. Nadiy and Yeri Kuromode – the first is a teacher, the second is a saleswoman. It's not bad there, both in terms of goods, services, and prices. Master Nadiy is a powerful guy, he knows martial arts, doesn't like to talk much, but he loves his wife very much. They're both a little strange.

Day Thirteen
On the street, we ran into some nasty, lame old man, but the guards intervened in time. Then I found out that he was a local boss of adventurers, Gonhu. Well, I'll remember him, we'll settle the score later.

7 days
8 locations
12 characters
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers