🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- Aaaah... - hissed Genza, finally getting some fresh air and stretching painfully. - We made it, no time wasted.
His hand immediately reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes - he desperately wanted to smoke. He immediately did what he intended, took a deep drag, and held the smoke in his lungs for a long time before exhaling, adding a bit of carbon footprint to the atmosphere of Anuzish.
- I should check the schedule right away. While we're here.

After dinner, Ushumgallu goes to rest and falls asleep almost immediately.

Learning perseverance.

While still at a reasonable distance from the women, Erika quietly whispered to the mushroom, "Jack, look around more carefully. Maybe you'll notice something unusual and/or interesting."

Then she approached closer.
"Good evening," Erika greeted.
"Is this thing still proving difficult to understand and reveal its 'secret'? Or is there any progress?"

Taking a deep breath of fresh mountain air, Asmidul shivered slightly from the approaching evening chill.
"There is something appealing about this secluded solitude. I hope nothing bad happens to the local mountain philosophers in the near future..."

Then, unexpectedly for himself, the young man realizes that: a) He doesn't have enough money for the return trip; b) He wasted the whole day traveling, and the guild is probably already closed; c) He doesn't even have a place to stay.
"What an idiot I am!" - trying to slap himself on the forehead, the southerner almost knocked his glasses off.

Pacing back and forth, trying to control the rising panic, the student comes to no conclusion other than to seek help from the local administration.

- Same here, - he comments on the obvious, rewriting data in a notebook and scratching his head with a pencil. - I'm thinking about this. Tir, do you really need to get to Sizki as soon as possible, or is it not critical? Honestly, I'd like to relax, see the city, I've never been there before.

What about you, buddy? - the question is addressed to his friend. - Otherwise, we'll arrive late at night and end up wandering around aimlessly. We can go tomorrow morning or during the day.

– My desires are rather vague, Lady Kimchilla. I am a Lunarian, and I can excel in the field of magic. My parents also say so. But at the same time... I have always been drawn to things that are closer to art, and I also feel some apprehension about the prospect of moving. Of course, the people of Schingen are wise, but no one knows me there, and beauty matters less to them than it does here, – Camistella shared her concerns.

At the entrance to the administration, Asmidul's eyes spot a young-looking warrior.

Contrary to his appearance, at that moment he was leaning against the wall, chewing sunflower seeds.

Ushumgallu was not a coward, but such an encounter made him flinch. The young man placed his hand on the hilt of his talwar, calming his trembling. Vaguely hoping that this creature was like a nightmare and only frightened those who were ready to be afraid, Ushumgallu, with great effort of will, raised his head and looked into the monster's eyes. All that remained was to say something confident.
-- For the sake of strength itself, for it is the key to everything. The strong will receive honor, power, wealth, and women; the weak will achieve nothing and will languish in obscurity. 
"Only, I hope I don't make a mistake... I hope I don't lie..."
-- And so that I don't disappoint my father, -- he added, already quieter, but no less sincerely.

—G-good evening. —the traveler greeted politely. —Are you by any chance from the administration? I arrived from the capital and would like to ask for help or advice...