Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

—Quite... interesting. —the fairy replied after a short pause. —I've only been here for a day, so it's hard to say yet. There are some drawbacks, but there are also —taking a sip from his glass, he looked at his companion —some advantages.

- I won't go broke, so you can take them. My childhood wasn't easy; there were many children in the family. And although my parents weren't poor, they couldn't afford much. I had to wear hand-me-down clothes from my older brothers, play with their old toys, and sometimes go without. From childhood, I was interested in alchemy. After learning to read, I spent all day in the academy library. And when I got a little older, I was lucky enough to become an assistant to the former owner of Liquid Delights, the late Mr. Ortin. We collaborated for a long time and productively, and since he had no children, he left his shop as an inheritance to me.

The man led Maylin into the basement. Besides the usual basement stuff, there were several boxes. They were labeled: "DO NOT DROP! EXTREMELY DANGEROUS TO LIFE!"

After a while, the door to Ellison's cell opened.
- Check him, - he heard a commanding female voice.
Two people begin to examine Ellison. Their hands were so cold that the cultist could think that they were pretending to be dead, not him.
- He seems dead.
- Seems, or is he really dead?! - the woman asked sternly.
- I'm not sure, ma'am.
- Tie him up. We'll sort it out at the camp.

Hanzo raised his sword above the head of the demonic creature and tried to behead it. - Disobedience means death.

At least he didn't bury him alive.

Noticing how the fairy looked at her, the girl moved closer and asked.

- So, the day went well?)

At least he didn't bury her alive.

— Well, I'll be very happy to accept these gifts! — Meilin sincerely thanked the alchemist from the bottom of her heart as she accepted all the gifts.
While the man continued to tell his story in the basement, and the collapsist listened, until she noticed some strange but curious boxes.
— And what is this? — standing at a safe distance, Meilin asked Brogrits, mentally ordering him to continue telling about his life and family after answering.

"It's a pity that the cult of Zholai is banned. With my talents, I could have been the best actor in the world, and then I definitely wouldn't suffer from melancholy. But these fools ruined everything again..."
I don't quite understand how feigning death works, but if it's somehow detected, it's better for Ellison to try to kill himself here and now while the soldiers are dealing with the ropes.
If this is an ultimate skill and you can successfully pretend to be dead ~indefinitely, then he pretends.

At least he didn't bury him alive.

—Very well. Although I'm a little tired from the road. —Felian also turned to the student, placing his hand on the table and, leaning on it, moved forward. —What about you?

You don't understand the situation correctly. He didn't kill her; he punished her for disobedience. These are completely different things... Where he grew up, they punished people for much less.

You don't understand the situation correctly. He didn't kill her; he punished her for disobedience. These are completely different things... Where he grew up, they were punished for much less.

- This? It's an antiparasitic agent. My invention. Environmentally friendly. When it gets into the water, it turns into a harmless liquid. Our cleaners only use it. Of course, it kills everyone else just as well as it kills parasites. What else can I tell you? My father became an alcoholic and died, my brothers became drug addicts, my sister became a cheap prostitute. My mother died of a heart attack a couple of years ago.

How do you kill it?

Curtain. If Felian doesn't resist, that is. Sorry, I don't feel like dragging this conversation on.

/In the previous post, I implied that he was looking for ways to do this, in case things go wrong. Either sharp objects or something else. Considering that he's already half-dead, it shouldn't be a problem.
In the worst case, he can cut his own vein./