Posts from ⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

- You simply have to understand all of this. However, I don't plan on returning to my ancestors in the foreseeable future. So don't cry. I'm still here.

—Heh, well, if anything, I think Ilva would be happy to help you. —Renold smirked. —She really is a bit shy, you know, afraid that she might mess something up, but that's completely unfounded, I know that for sure. And regarding tourism, it would really be great. Not to the point where the whole village is trampled, but so that everyone feels comfortable, both the guests and the merchants. Because I'm hearing more and more of these conversations: that there's no money here, that you need to move to the city, and so on. —The young man sighed heavily and glanced at the treat. —Wow, thank you so much, that's exactly what I needed! Ilva should be here soon, by the way, and oh, look what I bought her for her birthday. —Renold showed Claudia a neat box with precious earrings. —I don't even know, what do you think, will she like them?

—Well then, let's go! —Ilva smiled.
She hadn't had to guide tourists around Baldur yet, but after everything the poor girl had to face in the lake dungeons, she sincerely wanted to support her in some way.
—This is our eastern square. Here is the estate of our doctor, Eisen Mariendorf, his wife Cecilia, and their daughter Celine, by the way, a very kind and modest girl. Over there is his clinic. —Ilva pointed to the hospital building in the distance. —And this is Cecilia's jewelry store. I heard that she used to have a very famous chain of clothing stores, but I've forgotten the name. Anyway, it's really great there: your eyes just feast on the outfits, although I never had the money to buy anything. —she added shyly. —Do you want to go in and take a look?

/Who else is going swimming besides me and Wes?/

— I have one patient, his name is Detlef, and I can't convince him to agree to treatment, even though his family has paid a considerable sum. He says, "make me," and demands that I fight him one-on-one. Would you like to accept this challenge?

— Oh, how wonderful! — Claudia's eyes seemed to sparkle with interest at the sight of the gift Renold had planned. — You say she'll be here soon? A birthday is a special occasion... Which means I'm off to prepare a festive table for you!

— "Shimmering Colors," — the girl added, — this chain of stores still operates today, but I didn't know that its owner lived here. It's even interesting what made her leave the glittering streets of Clematis and move here... Oh, don't think I said that as a reproach to Baldur, it's just that I find it a little hard to imagine such a person being happy living in the countryside. Yes, go ahead, the sight of exquisite items is sure to please.

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but I'm on a quest right now— He wants to be wounded before being healed? — Rhohei was surprised. — Well, okay, I'll try to convince him.

The idea of risking her health on Doris's mission had always seemed dubious, but now Calentia had even more doubts about whether it was worth it. Perhaps one of the main arguments in favor of agreeing was that this way she could earn money to donate to those affected by the "Moon Princess's" actions. But no matter how noble this goal, nobility multiplied by foolishness rarely ends well.
— And what is the intended effect of the product being tested, if it's not a secret? I understand correctly that these are your original creations? — the Argalian thoughtfully stroked her chin. — And shouldn't there be some side effects simply because certain drugs don't mix well with each other, even though they are harmless in other cases?

—Oh, but we didn't really plan to celebrate lavishly... —Renold scratched his head guiltily. —Although it would be nice to please Ilva... If it's not too much trouble, thank you, Claudia!

—Don't worry, I understand. —Ilva waved her hand as the girls headed towards their destination. —I myself often wondered why quite famous and wealthy people sometimes move to live in our town or some other backwater. I myself have never been to or lived in cities like Clematis, so it is quite difficult for me to understand. It doesn't seem that they are simply tired of a busy life or some similar simple reason.

— It seems the doctor has finally found me an opponent. — Assessing his physique and how Ryohei stood, he was able to determine that he was an experienced warrior, albeit not one he was used to seeing in Cerberus. — Let's skip the formalities: I am Detlef, and my weapon is a saber. The operation that awaits me may either cure me of my ailment or force me to abandon the path of the sword forever, so instead of leaving everything to chance, I want my fate to be decided by a duel.

Mastery - Katana
5. +10% to critical damage

I'll be happy to help you decide.

— Life in big cities can be tiring in its own way; the pace of life is too fast, and people are generally less involved in each other's affairs. For example, in villages, everyone usually knows each other and tries to help, but in a metropolis, you might not even know the names of your own neighbors. — As they enter the store, the girl looks at the local craftswoman's creations with interest. — Oh, how beautiful... I think it would be lovely to take a walk along the promenade in this dress under the starlight and moonlight...

— I am Rohei, and my weapon is a katana. — the samurai replied, echoing the patient. — I will be happy to help you decide.

— Oh-oh-oh, but Arteria is cool! Okay, good! — The girl confidently clenched her fists. — I will also worship Arteria!

— Well... to heal wounds, remove negative effects, and all that. Everything travelers need on the road. It's not so much about the combination of ingredients, but about the recipes themselves and the methods of preparing them.