Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

— Oh, maybe my body doesn't process rice well? — Meilin sighed sadly from her bed, then hit herself on the forehead, as if she had just realized something important that she had overlooked. — Of course! An experimental potion! Brogritz gave me something yesterday for keeping him company over tea and being a good listener... He said its contents wouldn't harm me... Damn, it's a good thing I didn't drink another bottle of that stuff along with the intelligence potion...

— Good evening, — he greeted the young man. — Is this where I sign up? And can I get the details right away, or only from the client?

— A prepared and confident person has nothing to fear. Are you completely sure about your undertaking? Have you considered all possible difficulties? Then, of course, we are simply destined for success...
The irony in Quint's voice was almost perfectly hidden. Will the rich bastard notice it? It's interesting to know the limits of his stupidity.

Can Nebok, and can Maylin, while lying down, send a mental entity to collect the necessary plants? Or is it necessary to subjugate the poor Kristoll if he doesn't find a way to help? :с

- Didn't Brogritz tell you about the possible consequences? That's very strange, it doesn't sound like him.

She might even spend a day in bed.

- Heh, success is my middle name, you know) And what about you, what's your specialty? Warrior, mage, mentalist, monsterologist?

This is not an answer to the question regarding mental essence.

"It's her own fault; she should have asked him about potions, not about how his parents locked him in the basement," Cassmetra snorted, although she herself wanted to know the answers to the questions that the inexperienced structuralist was asking.
"I think it's my fault now," the ailing Maylin said with difficulty. "We started chatting about the fact that some people insultingly call him a murderer. In fact, it all started with a simple question, which led to a long conversation... And then we both realized that we had chatted so much that we had forgotten about our work. That's when it was time to pay for the love potion, and at the same time, Brogritz gave me this gift. And neither of us had time to clarify all the details."
Despite her poor condition, the girl tried to speak as convincingly as possible so that Kristoll would not suspect anything, and she would not have to waste time and energy on subduing him. Of course, Cassmetra would be happy with this arrangement, but for some internal reason, Maylin did not want to influence the mind of the alchemist, who was already having a hard time.
"Maybe he thought I would guess to ask you about the specifics of these potions? Oh, but I, the fool, didn't even think about it; I just emptied the vial at night after a meal, like a regular medicine... And what should I do now? How can I collect the plants you need?"
Maylin didn't even notice how she burst into tears from her own helplessness in the presence of the young man.

I'll give you some medicine for your upset stomach, you won't have to run to the toilet anymore.

Let him barely manage to dismount; he's right next to the carriage.

-- I'm good with a sword, but my main specialty is reconnaissance. In my youth, when I still served in the legion, I was one of the best. And I haven't lost my touch even now.

/And now the elves will bombard you with area-of-effect attacks./

- Oh, don't worry so much! We still have time. Lie down for a day, it should pass. I'll give you some medicine for the discomfort, you won't have to run to the toilet anymore.

Hanzo can also give Maylin medicine for the discomfort. It helps 100% and permanently.

- Yeah, I saw a couple of job postings. I'm interested in the ones about goblins and the ones that say they need a lot of people. I'd like to know more.

Hanzō can also give Maylin a cure for her ailment. It helps 100% and permanently.