Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

Dargin's orientation returns to what it was originally. Maylin disappears from his memories. His diary and money are returned to him. The diary loses its sordid details, leaving only romantic memories. Dargin begins to treat women with more respect and stops abusing his authority. Everyone who interacted with him after Maylin's influence forgets about his homosexual behavior.

The euthanologist's potions are returned to him; he remembers Maylin as an ordinary customer, and the effect of the intelligence potion is reversed. Kristoll's memories of the potion incident are replaced with memories of a normal case of food poisoning.

The man whom the sorceress controlled to collect roots is released from the control spell, but he continues to help her do so.

The stranger smiled.

- To your teacher. Clean hands. That information is enough. Now answer my question. Did you happen to see my cat? A big one, black, with different colored eyes, and mischievous. I lost him.

Everyone who interacted with him after Maylin's influence forgets about his homosexual behavior.

Sid formally introduced himself in response and, in simple terms, retold what he had come to the priest for.
- ...the lord mayor himself also came here, according to his words, but, as expected, he could not find common ground with the holy father. And I promised to try to find an exorcist for this matter, but as you can see...
He shrugged.
- It's clear what I'm getting at – I really need help here. What do you say? Do you have anyone in mind with the appropriate expertise? In the worst case, I'll go myself, but... I would really like to avoid that.

Has he already paid?

hasn't added the money yet?

Can't wait to get to the store? Or mourn the death of a comrade?

—Felian, 24... or rather, 25. He's from Ofaash, the land of fairies. His parents died when he was a child. His sister died of an illness a few months ago. —Felian wanted to finish the story, but after a moment's thought, he added: —That's why I left my homeland and decided to start a new life. What I love and don't love now... honestly, I don't even know anymore.

But isn't there anything else that makes you happy?

- I sympathize with your loss. It's always hard to start a new life, especially after such sad events. But isn't there anything that still brings you joy?

- So, you're a necromancer. What exactly can you do? What other skills do you possess? Have you ever used them in battle? Have you ever even been in a battle?

(a unit with meditation, a Necromancer with Raise Dead, Fatigue, and a Withering Ray, a Mentalist)

Well, I guess I won't be a villain anymore.
— B-but... — the girl mumbled barely audibly, bewildered by what was happening and by the stranger's equally strange question.
Before answering, she tried to remember if she had seen a cat, but nothing came to mind.
— Alas, I haven't seen a cat... But I still don't understand! How will I recognize this Cezan Brasahog? And most importantly, who are you? What's your name, at least?..


And only Felian didn't forget anything...

Stop overthinking it) Life is beautiful) Time to get laid

— I'm quite resilient for an undead being with my health, I've been in scrapes, of course. Once, a caravan I was traveling with was attacked by a whole group of mental entities - that's when I first regretted that all my talents are basically limited to talking, - Lyu sighed. - But I fought as best I could, mental entities don't affect me, so we killed those who didn't manage to possess anyone. However, I don't like to talk about it. In general, I've been wandering around the Republic for many years and have been in many scrapes.
The main thing I'm proud of is that I can raise the deceased if necessary, but I am the only one of the people I know who can actually ask the dead if he wants his body to work for something important and good. They usually agree, of course... But for me, respect for another's death always comes first. I value them, I talk to them, and they reciprocate.
(a conversation with meditation, a necromancer with raising the dead, fatigue, and a draining ray, a mentalist)

- I sympathize with your loss. It's always hard to start a new life, especially after such sad events. But isn't there anything that brings you joy anymore?

Like, for example, there. The quest is scheduled for the evening, right?

Hearing about the cat, the stranger sighed with disappointment.

- Clean hands. This information is enough. Consider it a test. Farewell, Maylin, lost child. Perhaps we will meet again, - after these words, the wind blew, and the man dissolved into the air like smoke.

The surrounding world returns to its normal state. The girl hears the voice of the man who was collecting roots for her behind her.

- Miss! Miss! I thought I had lost you. You disappeared so suddenly. The roots are collected, we can go back.

was twirling a pen in his hands and accidentally jabbed it into his finger

—Does it make you happy? I rarely think about all of this. Joys come and go. The ones I had are long gone, but I don't rule out that I might be able to find new ones someday.

Dargin's orientation returns to what it was originally. Maylin disappears from his memories. His diary and money are returned to him. The dirty details disappear from the diary, leaving only romantic memories. Dargin begins to treat women with more respect and stops abusing his official position. Everyone who interacted with him after Maylin's influence forgets about his homosexual behavior.