Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

A sharp cleaver turned out to be a useful tool, which Quint's wife usually used to carve poultry.
-- Not just one? I think he'll be happy to tell us more about it.

- Yes, I almost forgot about it, and besides, I usually use it for other purposes, so I didn't think of it right away, - explained the elf. - Maybe you have a special dish for mages, or maybe you can just recommend something tasty?

- We have excellent fried chicken with potatoes!

Can you buy a slave and send him to work in the sewers? And can you have several such slaves?

I eat and then I sleep.

— Heh, I don’t practice necromancy, but you guessed it on the second try, — Maylin smiled, returning to her normal form, and then started fixing her appearance again. — I’d say that in Axoth, you’re the only one who knows about this so far, so I’d be very grateful if this remains our little secret. But if you ever need to urgently resurrect someone who just died, you now know who to turn to.
The girl giggled, then took out her makeup bag and quickly restored her damaged makeup.
— Do you think if we say that my blood pressure spiked, and you, as a blood mage, understood this and decided to help, will they check on us? — Maylin clarified. — By the way, if you have any more questions, feel free to ask, I’ll be happy to answer.

but why are they needed then? that is, they can be sent to die in battle, but they cannot be sent to a safe job? strange

The girl widened her eyes in surprise.

- Really? - she began to feel and touch Maylin, reaching her chest. - Is this your real appearance? Are you not a man?

— My own. And what, do I look like a guy? O: — Maylin didn't remove the Sorceress's hand from her body, but when asked if she might be a man, she feigned offense, although she wasn't actually offended.

- Let's do it. I could really go for some mashed potatoes right now
I'll eat and then sleep.

The sorceress continues to probe Maylin.

- I just imagined Cezan dragging you to bed, and you suddenly turn into a man. Haha! I've never met anyone like you. Although, who knows. You are good at delving into minds, - Izemberta seemed to be lost in thought.

Maylin doesn't resist touch.
— No, I won't be able to turn into a man, — she giggled. — But at the most crucial moment, when he's about to pounce on me, I can easily become intangible, so that Sezan falls down too!
— And regarding meeting others like me... — Maylin continued thoughtfully. — Anything is possible. For example, there's one such person living in a secluded hut in the forest near Axoth. But you would definitely remember the meeting with this individual for a long time...
As Maylin spoke and remembered Cassmetra, her eyes glazed over for a moment. On the one hand, the collapsist was grateful to the sorceress for the opportunities she provided. On the other hand, she hated her for her motives. So, the young beauty would definitely not wish such a meeting with this witch on anyone.
— But most are more cautious and tactful than I am, — Maylin admitted without enthusiasm. — I'm still just learning and exploring the world in this way, although I haven't made such obvious mistakes as today yet.

- Oh, that Cézanne. Just don't make him any better. Let him remain a fool. Yes, it's best not to get involved with some wizards. Alright, let's go back. Otherwise, they might start thinking all sorts of inappropriate things about us.

Although Quintus found this spectacle somewhat amusing, he still intervened and pulled out a knife. First things first, then we can indulge in some sadism.
— Come on, spill the beans.

Having rested well, Tarleon decided to take a walk and headed to the southern beach.

— Okay, I won't, — Maylin promised. — Yes, let's go. The main thing is not to tell anyone what we learned here! We will stick to the story I suggested, or do you have any better ideas?