Posts from ⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

Ah, I thought the winners would receive some kind of bonuses, and the losers would just get advice and guidance. But here...

They simply didn't reach the bonuses yet; let everyone gather them first.

During the battles, the baron mentioned in passing that the five people who finish in last place will have to clean the city (i.e., they won't earn any event points) for an entire week.

So, what was the point of choosing the Wizard? (Or is there a penalty, reducing the default number of event points?)

The idea, which should ideally come from Arandor: we all badmouth Imelda, and then four losers corner her in the bathroom and make her clean up after everyone and not dare to say a word while they have a great time in town.

/This would be the only way to wipe the party before the end of the prologue./

But I have a positive character, not a scoundrel.

Exactly. Anselm will help Imelda with the cleaning, even if he isn't at the very bottom of the list, rather than making fun of her.

I will sing for her while she cleans.

/And why are you all ignoring her?/
Meanwhile, Vegi took advantage of Eisen's services to restore all cooldowns.
-- Thank you so much! I don't know how you do it, but I feel almost brand new (Mother, it would be great if psychological traumas could be treated so easily too).
After that, Gulveig stepped aside and leaned against a tree, where she closed her eyes and dozed off for a few minutes. Opening them again, she unexpectedly discovered that Imelda had been sitting by the same tree all this time, but on the other side.
-- Oh, hello, I haven't seen you in a while. Are you okay? This is from Mother, here, -- and gave her a piece of dried meat and a slice of bread from her supplies.

I wanted to approach her, but the guys called me to fight.

And if those guys offer you to buy some "hekkelian" fruits, will you buy them too?

/ Practice shows that it will be bought.

😞

And then, of course, he will treat his friends. And his friends will, of course, accept them.

During the duels, the baron casually mentioned that the five people who finish in last place will be cleaning up the town (i.e., will not receive any event points) for an entire week.

The news Ilva heard only further dampened her mood: she naturally had no doubt that she would be among these "lucky" ones. Nevertheless, all her attention was now focused on the wounded Renold, who was being bandaged by a local healer.
—Well, it looks like we're in for a not-so-fun week. —limping slightly, her brother sat down nearby to catch his breath before the next duel.
Ilva cast a quick glance at him, in which he easily read everything she thought about what was happening, about the old baron, and about this village in general.
—Oh, don't worry, we're just playing around. And there are doctors here, so everything is perfectly safe. —Renold tried to cheer up his sister. —But we'll gain a lot of useful experience! —he nodded towards the fighting townsfolk. —I never thought there were so many good warriors here; I have a lot to learn.
—But I didn't want to learn how to fight. —Ilva said quietly and turned away from the bloodthirsty duelists. Her gaze fell on the tree where Imelda was sitting. For a moment, she felt sorry for the white-haired girl, but then she felt relieved that she was not the only one who felt out of place here. In the end, pity for herself was overshadowed by thoughts of others, and she turned back to her brother.
—But now you understand what I was talking about. And the longer we stay here...
—Okay, I agree, Il. Let's discuss everything again later. —Renold, who was feeling much better, was already eagerly looking for a new opponent. —But first, I suggest we finish all this.

in general, tomorrow I will fight everyone all day on auto-battle, and if possible, I will play later