Posts from Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

- Well, at least I can get some benefit out of him in the end.

- Hey! Don't play dumb! This only happens to those who barge into my mind without permission! I didn't touch you, and I didn't do anything to you!

Maylin feels the blood starting to flow FROM THERE.

- Heh. Well, I can't give you much. 1500.

This is what happens when I give you ideas! :mad:
— Now, stop this nonsense immediately! — Maylin became incorporeal to avoid completely ruining her clothes, after which she tried to cast a sleep spell on her opponent, although she suspected it would be a complete failure. — Can you behave like a civilized person, or should I start using my powers too? Keep in mind, you can kill me, but you definitely won't be the winner in this situation.
Maylin didn't need to tell Izemberta that if she died, she would possess her body. Of course, she could scare her opponent by saying that in that case, the sorceress would also ruin the reputation of the academy rector's granddaughter, after which she would calmly end her own life and possess someone else. But the collapse mage still wanted to remain herself, and therefore hoped to resolve everything peacefully.

- One and a half? Well... - the elf demonstratively prolonged the vowel, making it clear that the price was too low, - I understand, the Legion also lives on money, soldiers need to be fed and all that, but he was my comrade for many years, and yes, you can't help him now, but the attachment remains, and it somehow feels wrong to give him away for such a small amount. Maybe we should settle on two?

Success of incorporeality.

Failure of Sleep.

After Maylin attempted to use Sleep, blood was already flowing from Izemberta's nose, eyes, and ears.

- Ouch! - the sorceress exclaimed indignantly and hovered over the shell next to Maylin. - You stop that! The bleeding should stop on its own soon. But if you stop casting spells, I'll stop it right now.
Izemberta stops the bleeding and begins to carefully wash her face so as not to ruin her makeup.

— She’s coming, — Maylin agreed. — Let’s make a deal: neither of us will use magic, and we’ll have a peaceful conversation without harming each other. You explain to me how you sensed my observation, and I’ll explain to you why I did it.
Fearing that her physical form might damage her clothes, Maylin remained in her “spectral” form.
— But let’s start with the simplest thing, — she added in a calm tone. — I apologize for intruding into your mind and, apparently, causing you pain. Usually, mind reading is imperceptible and harmless to the target; otherwise, despite my distrust of those around me, I would avoid using this ability. I really didn’t want to hurt or offend you...

Arandor didn’t argue about two hundred axots, so he agreed to 1800.
- And what will you do with him? Will you resurrect him or extract his skeleton? - Tarleon asked.

- Maybe I can preserve his flesh in a way that it doesn't stink. But usually, we don't do that. Two skeletons are better than one zombie, especially since we have enough material now. Ha-ha!

-- If that's the case -- follow me.
Grabbing a candle, Quint led Anziel into the basement. The moral aspect of the situation didn't bother him -- this girl wasn't his daughter or sister, but he was curious to see what would happen. Decimus was also curious, but the basement was too small for three people, and his father's stern gaze made him hold back.

- I understand. Well, okay, I hope he serves you well, - after these words, the elf said goodbye to the necromancer and headed to the Wild Boar tavern, deciding that maybe this time he could stay there.
Checking how to get there. If it's through a ring, I'll show it.

- Why didn't you say right away that you were from the Society?

The Sorceress stops Maylin's bleeding; thanks to her incorporeality, her underwear remained dry. :(

- I only noticed when the blood started flowing. Or rather, I saw it. Few can sense your necromantic tricks. Or whatever you are... a Structuralist? Ha-ha! - Izemberta said, clearly ironically. - Apologies accepted. And it's obvious that Brasahog shouldn't be trusted even without reading minds. Okay, let's move on. Let's pretend nothing happened.