Reimian Empire Auto-translated

/ And similar to mine – that’s where it ends. I suspect that the bonus can’t be used more than once… But well, at least it provides aesthetic pleasure. /
/ Although, it would have been better to buy a cloak in “The Hunter.”/

You can buy a book about enhancers if you still have some money left.

/Not anymore. I'll buy them if I come back alive; otherwise, hoarding all the possible books in the palace would be an overkill./

Ayano meditates and focuses on self-improvement throughout the week.

What a nice girl. Unlike some others.

/ There is a journey mode for self-improvement. /

There is a bar for self-improvement.

/ If only we had our own mobile bar... /

For self-improvement, there's a bar.

For self-improvement, there's HeroesWorld.

For self-improvement in dealing with depression.

Eternity:
Agartha Demons – Incubus
Author: Aylon Muscari
Cost: 200 Rumies

Agartha Demons – Pride
Author: Aylon Muscari
Cost: 200 Rumies

Agartha Demons – Hekidy
Author: Aylon Muscari
Cost: 200 Rumies

Agartha Demons – Avarites
Author: Aylon Muscari
Cost: 200 Rumies

Agartha Demons – Invids
Author: Aylon Muscari
Cost: 200 Rumies

Agartha Demons – Dolorises
Author: Aylon Muscari
Cost: 200 Rumies

Agartha Demons – Lesser Demons
Author: Aylon Muscari
Cost: 200 Rumies

Enhancers
Author: Minakami Hideo
Cost: 100 Rumies

By the way, Revan, I think I should have 16 portions of rice, right? If it's 25 for 4, of course...

The past week seemed to have flown by in a single day. Accustomed to monotonous, hard work throughout his life, Seliad didn't pay much attention to the hardships of the job; he was much more concerned about the tasks assigned by the administration.
He wasn't too worried about being rejected; rather, he would see it as a certain relief and a sign from above. But on the other hand, even fully aware of the increased risks, he wanted to end his life this way rather than languish in the factory until old age. Ultimately, his father died in battle, fighting for the good of his homeland, and the Darkian himself couldn't have dreamed of anything more. However, in recent years, his opinion of military service had changed significantly for the worse, but in the Empire, one could always find a way to be useful. Moreover, he was genuinely interested in the palace from a historical point of view; he had read a lot about its ruler, and such good fortune could add new emotions to his monotonous life.
Subconsciously, he also hoped that, in case of success, he would have enough money for some kind of life, not in a big city, but in a rural backwater. Or maybe, on the expedition, he would find friends with whom he could travel to the ends of the earth. In any case, almost any outcome, whether negative or positive, would be quite acceptable for Seliad, which meant that the venture looked quite promising.
Having collected his last paycheck, the Darkian confidently headed towards Regalis. There, though not without regret, he sold his old armor and acquired brand new Alivarian armor. (895+200-1000=95). To celebrate the pleasant event of updating his inventory, he decided to go to a bar, where he bought a Starfall (95-20=75).
Sitting at a table, he recalled his first visit to this place, a week ago, and the strange philosophical conversation with three strangers. For some reason, this insignificant event was clearly imprinted in his memory.
To drive away the heavy thoughts, Seliad headed to the arcade machine and made five attempts, hoping for luck (75-5x5=50). The remaining money should be enough for the last night before a possible departure.

So, Revan deducts the cost of accommodation from his salary.

By the way, Revan, I think I should have 16 portions of rice, right? If it's 25 for 4...

I forgot to indicate the quantity in parentheses.

The day before his possible departure south, Halmeldir spent in the bar, which he had already grown accustomed to. He was a little nervous, as the journey ahead was long and to lands he had never seen. But this option appealed to him more than returning to the northern lands and wandering through the wilderness, although he would undoubtedly excel at that. The old palace also held little appeal, despite its great fame and the rumors surrounding it. But the elf believed that it was just an old palace, full of dust, and the only inhabitants were perhaps some mold, or birds that flew in through the windows and built nests somewhere on the roof. In any case, he didn't really want to wander around the ancient building and rummage through the imperial belongings.
Sitting in the bar, Halmeldir thought about the journey and watched the visitors, including some soldier who repeatedly tried his luck at the arcade machine. The elf wondered if anyone had ever actually won at this machine, but that thought quickly faded from his mind when it was time to go to the administration building.