Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

Among the ordinary and unremarkable slaves, Tarion discovers several interesting specimens.

- You've got more of a zoo than a slave market here, - Tarion commented on what he saw.

- Clear... Well, I'll pass the news on to my contact, and then everything will depend on him. Who knows, maybe he found someone with clean hands while I was running around. Good luck with your problem as well, and may the blessing of our Demiurge be with you.
He sighed and headed to the "bull" //or something like that?// to inform the mayor of the failure and make a final decision regarding the demonic issue.

-- Why are you so upset? Most likely, this mental entity is from another, distant country, or even from another world, which is why its words are so unusual. It ended up with you by chance, against its will. Such beings should be pitied; they are simply lost. Although, I can understand you; such a stranger falls on your head... That's why one should be afraid of death; it might lead you, instead of the promised paradise, to a foreign, unfamiliar world, and what will you do then?
-- But I understand you. I will help in any way I can. You go for a walk, rest, and just to be sure, make sure no one is at home.
Liu is looking for a meeting with the ghost.

When the Necromancer came to the Jurian's home, he led his three wives and six children out of the house and began to wait in the street while the mentalist dealt with the ghost.

Using his intuition, Liu finds him in the basement. He is sitting on the floor with his back to the Jurian, strangely moving his right hand, twitching slightly, and mumbling something.
- Oh yes... yes...

To prevent the situation from turning into a comedy, Maylin knelt down so that the man would no longer press against inappropriate places, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Surprisingly, you are definitely not crazy about this,” she whispered in his ear. “But, Sir Meomoth, if you don’t wish me or other people like me harm, it’s better not to talk about it, because not everyone is happy about the existence of people like me. Not to mention that not all of us lead an honest and decent life...”
Speaking of the latter, the girl looked away, as the collapse mage not only remembered her former mentor, but also how she herself had been recently. And she would have continued to be, if not for that mysterious stranger...
“Well, so,” Maylin suddenly perked up, still speaking in a half-whisper. “Do you want to see a pleasant dream, or maybe find a new meaning in life? For example, I could help you calm your nerves or find meaning in life. After all, you have already achieved the latter goal.”

If Meomoth continues to happily prance around like a boar, attracting the attention of potential onlookers, I will use control on him, but not force him to do anything, but rather tell him not to be so impulsive and try to heal him from mental deviations through suggestion.

When the Necromancer came to the Jurian's house, he led his three wives and six children out of the house and began to wait in the street while the mentalist dealt with the ghost.

Using his intuition, Liu finds him in the basement. He is sitting on the floor with his back to the Jurian, strangely moving his right hand, twitching slightly, and mumbling something.
- Oh yes... yes...

– Well, he’s late. But since the announcement hasn’t been taken down yet, I suppose I could also help with this task.

"Oh, damn paperwork!" Quint muttered to himself and continued to rummage through the papers.

Seeing the girl, Decimus raises his musket into a ready position.
-- Halt, milady! -- he blocks the entrance to the shop as she approaches. -- A crime has been committed here, the Ninth Legion is working. Civilians are not allowed!
/Cunning/

- You've got more of a zoo than a slave market here, - Tarleon commented on what he saw, and then greeted the man. - Interesting merchandise. I would like to know the prices and what they are capable of.

Liu Ping briefly leaves the basement and waits for a few minutes (10 or a little more) so as not to distract the ghost from its activities and not irritate it. Then he clears his throat and finds the ghost again, ringing a bell.
"Ding-ding. Ding-ding. Ding-ding."

- Oh, of course, my lady! I am as quiet as a grave! Besides, no one talks to me. There's no one to tell, - Meomoth's eyes fill with tears. - It's so wonderful. I've dreamed of this all my life. A true structuralist! If you can help me find the meaning of life, then yes, please do!