🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Those who are currently in the capital, don't leave yet. Asmidul and Camistella will arrive, and then we can sort things out and so on.

—I understand. But lately, things have been the opposite for me. Well, then, good luck to you, I guess. —he bowed to the girl with the strange accent and walked towards the eager lady.

Asmidul found no ladies, eager or otherwise, inside the building with the corresponding name. - Seth Goldhand, - introduced the unattractive but fashionably dressed man, - if you are looking for a way to lighten your load, you have come to the right place.

– What's up? – she asked again. – Do you know anything about what Asmidul was doing? He was released... wait, aren't you his partner? The partner who ended up... I don't remember where, but something happened to her even before I met Asmidul....

- To be honest, I don't really want to talk to you about anything because you didn't even pass my test, but I will swallow my suspicions and pride and obey Asmidul's advice. I don't know if I deserve to be called a partner, but we are investigating the same case, so, alright, the knight in black armor is the subject of my search. I want to unravel his secrets and bring him to justice for all he has done, and I know that you are one of his victims. What do you think? I know all this simply because of this device that I made while I was held in the administration. It allows me to identify those who fell by the sword and not only. I hope Asmidul won't judge me for using his biomaterial without his consent. He dropped a couple of hairs in my temporary residence, so you can see for yourselves.

Linshi Detector No. 2
A rectangular object + glasses connected to it with a wire.
Looking through these glasses, you can determine whether a person is a victim of the Black Knight or not.
Other.

examining the remaining 3 books that she once bought in Mazzar: Storm, Cyclops Village, and the Voice of Asuguh...

There is nothing more about Storm and Cyclops than what has already been written in the topic, and Voice requires OD.

It seems that health and the desire to recover are weak in these creatures. They are unlikely to be discharged at the same time as Ushumgallu.

After lying on the bed for an hour or so - oh, what a pleasure, to lie in warmth and dryness, and you can even stretch your legs - he felt quite rested and ready for exploits. Small exploits, like scouting in the dining room or patrolling the corridors, but still. Ushumgallu leaves his taciturn companions and goes to explore the hospital: what procedures will there be, when will they give him food, is there any other familiar face here by chance.

Breakfast was at 7, lunch at 11, dinner at 15, and supper at 19. The menu varied depending on the patient's health. Those with gastrointestinal problems were given bland soups, porridge, and the like, while those without such problems were given full meals with a mountain of meat and vegetables. The atmosphere in the hospital was somewhat chaotic due to the large influx of patients and the shortage of medical personnel; both problems were the result of events taking place in the west (the latest editions of newspapers were in the wards, so you could find out about it from them). Today, hydrotherapy, a therapeutic bath, and a massage were planned for Ushumgallu. He didn't find any other acquaintances here.

Somewhere on the border of consciousness, Sun decides never to shorten the name of the interlocutor in the same way, and also starts a conversation: - I understand. You know, so much crap is happening lately that we might all have to move somewhere. But I realized a long time ago that I will never have a peaceful life, it seems to be my fate. So, as long as I can still get up from the ground, I should do it, at least out of stubbornness. I'm probably just a fool. Although Higa said that I shouldn't call myself that, but I'll allow it. I wonder if my grandfather was a fool in his time? - he takes a puff and exhales, then smiles. - I remembered a funny story. When we sat here last time, I didn't even recognize her, I rarely see her, and not like that. I also thought, what did that cutie whisper to you, probably inviting you somewhere.

- Ah-ha-ha, yes, she was telling me about the Akkadian tunnel, so, unfortunately, it's just work. I wonder what will happen to it now? What if we have to wait for a flood of cannibals to come out of there, that would be terrible.

Trying to find a decent person for an interview or even a group of people (not a bandit group) in order to complete the task faster.

How much time do you have left?