🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- There are many interesting things in the world, so before you finally settle down, it's best to see what it has to offer. - The burly man placed his large hand on the young man's shoulder. - But if something goes wrong, Ruzaniel and my "Risca" will always be glad to help you.

- And I will be glad to see them, - Ghenza grinned.

- Most of the day is still ahead, - the protector winked, - it's only eight in the morning. I'll stay here for a while, but if you need anything, look for me in the admin panel.

- Understood. I'll wander around, soak in the image of Ruzik, and let him appear in my dreams more often.
Waving goodbye and stepping outside, Ghen smoked a cigarette for a while, watching the dull-witted ants who couldn't manage to push a fat beetle through a narrow gap between two stones on the path to their anthill.
- You won't succeed. You need a protector, and a smarter one at that, - he kicked a pebble, giving the workers the opportunity to feed the larvae in their base with a no less substantial breakfast, and headed towards the Temple.

Is the penalty still in effect?

Yes, all four of them have it.

A new day is also dawning in the capital.

Alright, can I start now?

Yes.

Ushumgallu steps forward in silence.

The Temple of Shiris greeted visitors with bright light, harmonious music, and pleasant aromas.

Currently, this "establishment" was managed by two priestesses - Zenobia and Phira. They were well-known in Ruzianel. The first was in charge of the casino and customer service, while the second handled everything related to the worship of Shiris.

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Ushumgallu steps forward silently.

Honor follows him.
- Let's fight with all our might, but without seriously injuring each other, ha-ha.

-- It all depends on how Shiris rolls the dice... Let's go.

I don't think my participation is particularly needed here; the only thing is that having a higher Initiative score should ensure the first strike.

The duelists take their positions, Sir Keir gives the signal, and the first duel begins. Ushumgallu attacks Miss Honor attacks Ushumgallu takes 100-23=77 damage (123/200) Ushumgallu attacks Miss Honor attacks Miss Ushumgallu attacks Miss Honor attacks Ushumgallu takes 100-23=77 damage (46/200) Ushumgallu attacks Honor takes 65-18=47 damage (78/125) Honor attacks Miss Ushumgallu attacks Miss Honor attacks Miss Ushumgallu attacks Honor takes 65-18=47 damage (31/125) Honor attacks Miss Ushumgallu attacks Honor takes 65-18=47 damage (1/125) - The battle is over! - Sir Keir announces, immediately providing first aid to the defeated. - Victory to Ushumgallu!

- Your Holinesses! - the young man bowed before the priestesses, whose radiant figures filled his soul with awe, and not only that, instilling in him not just reverence, but also a fleeting glance at these very figures. - I humbly request the Goddess's blessing before the difficult tasks that lie ahead.

Guild Guild of Wonders (Embryo of Insight) Savings 1010 rem Experience 160 Skill Slots 1: Air Strike I 2: Air Barrier I 3: Wind Breath I 4: Healing I 5: Cure I Dwelling Shingen Guide Gourmet's Diary Asugukh Diary Sizki University Student Record Bookworm's Diary

Origin Woman Spirit +1, Intellect +1, Faith +1, Beauty +1, Charisma +1 Shingen Charisma +1, faith +1, intellect +1, spirit +1, luck +1. Conviction None.  Attributes Strength: 1 Endurance: 1 Perception: 1 Agility: 1 Luck: 2 Spirit: 4 Intellect: 5 Speed: 1 Faith: 3 Beauty: 2 Charisma: 3 Parameters Health: 100 SP: 2 Initiative: 10 Accuracy: 50% Evasion: 0%  Willpower: 8 Damage (BB): 75%  Crit Chance: 5% (10%) OU: 5 Attractiveness: 10 OD: 3 Skills Talent for Magic Riding Welfern Sword Proficiency Available to learn: Talvar (50), Combat Gear Proficiency (50), Shield Proficiency (30), Critical Strikes (Talvar - 20), Mastery - Talvar (five levels, each costing 30 exp): +1% to accuracy, +1% to evasion, +1% to critical damage chance., basic air spells, basic fire spells, basic water spells.  Spells Air Strike I Deals 50+10 per 1 point of intellect damage to the selected target; reduces the target's SP by 1 and the target's defense by 15; Range: 8. Crit: damage is doubled. Air Barrier I Accuracy and damage of ranged attacks against the selected character are reduced by 15%.  Crit: OD is not spent.  Wind Breath I Allies within 15 tiles of the caster restore 50+10 per 1 point of intellect health.  Crit: effect is doubled.  Healing I Water magic. Outside of combat, restores all health to the selected target.  Cure I Water magic. Restores 100+20 per 1 point of intellect health to the selected character.   Crit: effect is doubled.

Equipment Weapon 1: Uncommon Welfern Sword  Damage: 40 Crit Chance +5% Shield/second weapon/spare weapon: Head:  Body: Shoulders:  Hands: Boots:  Accessory 1: Other 1: Jack Inventory

Barely managing to peel his sleepy face off the pillow, Asmidul rubbed his bleary eyes, reached for his glasses, and squinted, looking for the time. His first impulse was to dismiss the outdated customs of barbaric times and, like a self-respecting scholar, go back to sleep until lunchtime, but with an effort of will, he managed to remain true to the promise he had made to himself the day before: to restore the non-existent routine.

Having finished his morning routine, the southerner thoughtfully walked around his empty room, finally nodding his head in satisfaction. The new decor, orthopedic bed, spacious closets – he would have to wipe down some areas with a damp cloth, but overall, it was quite comfortable for an undemanding person like him. As long as he had decent neighbors, and not some newcomers...
Reaching the kitchen, he slightly regretted not learning how to cook properly, but on the other hand, it was still a woman's job. Having finished his inspection, the city dweller quickly put away the books he had already read and other personal belongings on the shelves of the chest of drawers and began to get ready to go to the city.

This process took noticeably longer than usual and was accompanied by considerable anxiety: venturing out into the world on his own was frightening because of its uncertainty. What should he do next? Find a suitable guild? If only he knew if they had local branches, or would he have to go to another city in search of headquarters? Thoughts of a possible journey further agitated the young man.

Closing the front door, Asmidul turned the key twice and, just in case, jiggled the handle. The awakening sunlight blinded his eyes in the reflection of the lenses. The big city was already bustling with life. Just in case, he checked the mailbox (not expecting any letters from anyone), and mentally reviewed the unfamiliar city map. Besides the pompous government buildings, he only vaguely knew the way to the library and the university. Deciding not to start his first day with a leap into the abyss of the unknown, the southerner decided to head to the first of these locations: the great library.

Erika's House
Status: Awarded with a Crown for personal use until the owner's death; cannot be sold, exchanged, or inherited; information regarding the redemption cost and corresponding procedure should be obtained from the city administration.
Rooms: bedroom, kitchen, hallway, bathroom, attic, outhouse.

Ordinary Bed
You can sleep on this bed and not worry about morning back problems.

Wall x4
A good, quality wall, but it doesn't evoke any elevated feelings with its functionality.
You can hang a picture here.

Chest of Drawers
You can store items here that you don't need to carry with you.

Mailbox
Empty.

The first sword fight was like a typical brawl between two drunkards – the body barely obeys, the spectators cheer, and everyone understands that there shouldn’t be a fatal outcome. But only until you miss a blow. First, it’s annoying that your opponent hit you. Then it hurts. Now you want to get back at him even more. You miss. Now you’re angry with him and with yourself. Then you don’t even try to control your movements – your body acts on its own, and the only thing left in your head is the desire to hurt him. “However, not the desire to kill. Probably.” – Ushumgallu mentally summarized the new experience with some slightly shameful relief. “We fought well. I’d like to catch my breath, and I’m ready to continue.”