Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

- Hi! Come on in.

-- Drink your fill, earth. -- Quint said quietly, looking at the crimson streams flowing from the wounds inflicted on Decimus by his blade and bullet. Grelli Jr. cheerfully walked towards them along the dusty road, and Quint knew for sure that his son was hiding a satisfied smile behind his mask.
Leaving his son to enjoy the simple pleasure of looting, Quint walked towards the elder.

-- The problem is solved. Seven hundred axots.

- Hey! - The Toymaker called out to the demon. - Come on. I'll give you some seeds...

Corcetus sat on the shore and rested. After sitting there for a while and deciding that he had rested long enough, he stood up and looked around. If he doesn't see anything, he gathers his belongings and goes back to his lair.

— That’s right, a love potion,” Maylin confirmed, stating the exact number of vials that Kristoll had requested. — But, I don’t understand one thing. Where does this cruelty towards you come from?
After asking this, the girl realized that she might have crossed a line and immediately stopped:
— Oh, I’m sorry, I’m getting into something that’s not my business... But I really don’t understand. If you were a real killer, shouldn’t you be in prison, not in this cozy little house, owning an entire shop and having the freedom to create useful potions?
“Keep going…” Cassmetra encouraged her, her enthusiasm inspiring the student not only to listen to the answer but also to compare it with what would come to the man’s mind. Especially if he decided to avoid the topic.
How could one resist the temptation and not listen to the mentor? Of course, it’s impossible!

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—Hello. —Fey cautiously climbed over the window sill and into the room. —I hope I didn't wake you? —he added, noting the obviously informal setting.

They call mercy murder, foolish people. They don't even realize what it's like to live in torment, without the ability to end it.

- You know, performing euthanasia is an ungrateful task... - the man went into another room and soon returned with two small vials of different colors, one pink and one blue. - The price hasn't changed, 100 axots.

The girl smiled sweetly.

- I was waiting for you.

When they left Hanzo's establishment, he patted Ilzanna on the head. - But first, you need to help me with a little task, otherwise, what kind of reward would it be without any effort?
I'm looking for a place where I can buy a shovel.

- I'll take this one, - he said to the merchant after a quick look at the selection, and then led the slave girl into the forest, somewhere far away but not where they were yesterday. As he told her, they were going on a treasure hunt.