Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

Dargin took Maylin’s hand, blushed slightly, and said:
- Yes, are you jealous?
The elf rolled her eyes and asked Maylin about the money and donations again.
- So what?

Reading the elf’s thoughts, the sorceress understands that she is just a volunteer who is helping to restore order in the city and exchanging money at a fair rate. However, she also managed to read some unflattering thoughts about herself.

What a cheap slut. She’s probably willing to do anything for anyone, just to get what she wants. And she’s dressed like a harlot. And my mother still accuses me of dressing inappropriately. Compared to her, I’m a priestess of Light.

/ Wow! This is one of the coolest female portraits I've ever seen./
Ellison patiently waits for the administration to open. If there's a queue, he uses trickery to convince everyone that he was here yesterday evening/morning/the day before yesterday/two weeks ago, and that he has a matter of extreme urgency.

—So, you have an arena here too? —Felian asked with slight interest. —Yes, I already have plans for the next couple of days.

- But can you only pay for everything with axots in the city? Is no other currency accepted?

Nebok, you forgot to calculate 150 axots for me (yes, let him spend it from his 50!) and the cookie that I took from Dargin :3

- Oh, it's a shame you're busy, but it's not surprising... Feel free to drop by if you have time. There's nothing interesting happening in the Arena right now, unless you're looking for a Healer. Are you a Healer?

- If you have such an attitude towards someone who wants to help you, then the Creator's church in this city has problems beyond those you are talking about. - He turned around and waved goodbye. - All the best.

- I'll try. You have... fun here. - he glanced towards the site of the recent fight.

- No, I'm more into military affairs. And why, may I ask, are there healers there? I understand that there can be no talk of competitions now, but still.

- What can I do... - Hanzo sighed heavily. - So, where do they gather to perform their "rituals"?

Opening the door, the girl remembered that the lock was broken and there was nothing to open. She looked tired and distracted.
Thanks to his cunning, the cultist manages to sneak in without waiting in line. He enters after the girl and the legionaries. He sees a devastated administration; papers, boxes, and crates are scattered everywhere, most of the furniture is broken, and dark red stains are visible on the floor and carpet in some places. Fortunately, a painting by the famous artist Kogthios Elion, depicting Axoth from two hundred years ago, has survived.

- Our hospital burned down. Well, not exactly burned down, the elves set it on fire. Along with everyone who was inside. Now all the wounded and sick are being sent to the infirmary at the Arena. Oh, I'm thinking about bad things again! Think about good things, Illda, beautiful fairy, la-la-la, beautiful fairy, you have a day off tomorrow, la-la-la, - she said and smiled sweetly at Felian.

The fairy notices a small rectangular piece of paper on the floor; something was drawn on it.

When is the next full moon...

I wish I could forget this miserable life and never remember it again.

- You can still pay with gold and silver, - the elf gave Maylin a map and accepted the donations.

For the pleasant conversation.