Posts from ⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

— Kristov? Who is that?..

I was expecting to see Anselm, but Anders showed up instead.

— What language are you talking about! It’s better not to approach that mad woman closer than ten meters, or she might infect you with something or bite you! During my last visit to the clinic, she ruined my mood for the entire time I was there! — The woman shook her head disapprovingly. — Well, what else can you expect from her? I once heard that she was kept in the basement for several years, raped, and subjected to all sorts of abuse, and only thanks to the Count’s efforts was she brought back to a state where she could think clearly after her release, and now she’s repaying him for his kindness by scaring away patients! I just can’t understand why he keeps her around instead of throwing her out on the street, where she undoubtedly belongs.

-So, Christoph is... Oh, were you just joking? Ah-ha-ha - Anders laughed unnaturally - y-yes, I guess we should go inside... You can call me by my first name, please, we're kind of the same age...

- Yeah... He probably bribed someone. That's how it always is with the city guards, - Veserod nodded knowingly. - We won't be here for long. If you want, you can come back with us. What about the losses?

- Hmm, I haven't heard of that. Although, to be honest, I haven't been particularly curious, I usually just try to avoid unnecessary contact with her. And yes, there have been complaints from clients about her. But I think that since Eisen keeps her around, he must have a reason, he probably wouldn't do it if she was just a nuisance.

— That's what I'm talking about! Maybe he did that to her there, hahaha... — Miranda almost choked with laughter. — But what am I saying, His Highness wouldn't use damaged goods, after all. Well, never mind, let's not talk about all this nonsense... Remind me, please, why are you here?... Ah, yes, I need a mentor. Well, not me, but my little Karl. So, what can you do?

— Alright, Anders. — The girl led the guest into her room, passing through the hall, and soon Anders found himself in a rather dusty room, cluttered with books. Judging by the looks of it, Christina lived with two cats. — Welcome. — She sat down on a chair near the table and didn't say anything for a few minutes. — Oh, you probably need a place to sit... Well, take my seat. — She got up from the chair and moved to the bed.

— Such words make me happy. — The florist smiled warmly. — Let me show you what I have.
The shop offered a variety of rather simple flowers, but only the seeds of the domestic raymoshka (100 seliks) and flowers in orange and blue hues, known as "Artery's Kiss" (50 seliks), caught the eye.
— These mountain flowers are quite popular in the culinary world, but due to the specifics of their habitat, harvesting raymoshka is very dangerous, so a new variety suitable for growing in urban environments was created through selective breeding. "Artery's Kiss," in turn, will be an excellent souvenir, as the main quality of this plant is its longevity: place it in clean water, and it will delight you for years, like garden plants, without requiring care. If you are interested, I can also determine the flower of your heart; it will cost you only 15 seliks.

There might be something useful for Rena in the gladiators’ section, but if you haven’t missed it, you haven’t read it yet.

I could still resell some Airisufir...
—Well, that's not bad at all. And if you come up with something similar, you could get really rich! —Renold chuckled. —Alright, thank you very much, we'll take a look around the city and we might come back to you. —He was, of course, thinking about the possibility of using poisons in the arena, if it wasn't prohibited. —So, where to now? —he asked Ilva.
—Hmm... let's go to the flower shop. —the girl led the way.
—As you wish...
In the flower shop, they met Gulveig, greeted the saleswoman, and began to examine the shop's assortment. More precisely, Ilva was mostly looking at the goods, while Renold looked gloomily at the spring sun moving across the sky.
—You won't believe it, they sell Raymoka seeds here! —Ilva rejoiced. —And those orange ones can be given to Claudia, I was just thinking about a souvenir. Oh, excuse me, can I also find out what flower represents my heart? —she asked the shopkeeper.
—Il, we have money... —Renold grumbled, but his sister just waved him off.