Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

You are wounded, and she has a headache.

-- I haven't had a chance to stop anywhere yet, but I think I'll take shelter from the rain at the "Wild Bull." Also, in the mornings, from 9:00 to 11:00, I will definitely try to be near "Clean Hands," -- said Liu. -- However, I'd better write all this down. Thank you for your trust.
During the rest of the day, Liu Ping:
1) buys candles, various scents, and other things that are not too expensive but pleasant for the deceased
2) definitely visits various city cemeteries, with the permission of those whose property they are located on. He talks to the graves, lights candles, scents, and so on
3) periodically visits "Clean Hands" in case he is needed by someone
4) in the evening, he stops at the "Wild Bull," as planned.

Has that ever stopped anyone?

- This, this, this will change my whole life! Even if it's somewhere else! I'll still be the happiest person in the world!

- Hello. I'm calling about your ad.

The servant took all the necessary information from Quintus and gave him 300 gold under his name and signature.

Well, here we go...

On the morning of the third day, Felian felt somewhat better internally: the heartfelt conversations, even if lacking deep meaning, still had a certain positive effect on his mind; but he felt quite bad externally: the recent wounds disturbed his sleep, and he still felt them after waking up.
Overcoming the urge to return to bed and spend the day resting, the elf forced himself to get ready and did some light stretching. Remembering his plans from yesterday, he first exchanged the gold he found for the local currency (at the gate or wherever they exchange it), and then headed to Clean Hands.
"Goblins? Interesting. The last one I met wasn't at all like those you have to fight like wild beasts."
Felian waited for his turn to speak to the administrator to find out the customer's name and address.

- Mr. Adellum Udsam lives here (already noted). You can get all the details about the goblins from him.

Before giving any answers or reassuring Meomoto, Maylin decides to read his mind and find out what kind of witch she was, why the man needs a structuralist, and what he will actually do if he finds him.
Not that she doesn't trust his words, especially since at any moment she could re-subjugate the new acquaintance and change his memories. Maylin just wanted to better understand the situation.

-- Good evening, -- Liu tilted his head back.

-- I'm listening, of course.

- This thing showed up in my house. A ghost, you know. I need to get rid of it.

"What a creep," Quint thought as he barely stepped over the threshold. After the conversation with Brasahog, he even had an unpleasant feeling in his throat. Spitting with irritation, Quint hurried home.

— So, how was this Brasahog?
— A nobody, just as we suspected. Young, conceited, corrupt, reckless, and incapable of commanding even servants. And it seems he only has one servant...
— And is he really that rich?
— Oh, you catch on quickly. Yes, we'll visit him later, but not now. Right now, I need you for something else.

"No rest. As soon as I arrived, he's been making me work non-stop. He'll probably remember soon that he wanted to teach me how to sword fight..." Decimus thought irritably as he walked beside his father towards "The Gleaming Blade." His father went into the store, and his son stayed outside.

Judging by the man's thoughts, the witch was just an ordinary fortune teller, predicting fate with cards. In his imagination, he kissed and hugged the structuralist, like a close relative he hadn't seen in a long time. And they, holding hands, danced around the signpost.

— But, for example, if you don't give up on a good night's sleep or the feeling of pure, genuine happiness, or the appearance of a new goal in life...

And then it dawned on me that Maylin is basically a local version of Usami Kyoko.