Posts from ⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

- Looking for a way?

— I’m heading to the town.

- It's over there. But the guards don't let everyone pass. If you don't have a good reason, and they suddenly decide that your appearance is unsatisfactory, they might object.

— I see, thank you. By the way... Aren't you curious about who I am?

- And who are you?

I think it’s better to check both the documents and the name, yes.

- And who are you?

— Glad you asked! — the traveler rejoiced. — I am Günther Dong, a representative of the Cult of Pain. Our goal is to show people that inflicting and receiving pain is a very good thing!

- Interesting... But we're not buying anything, - Veserod raised his hand and shook his head. - Since you brought it up, what are you looking for in the city?

— New followers, apparently. By the way, would you like to experience all the delights of pain firsthand?

- I'd like to rip that gangster's ears off, but he's rambling about curses, and that cat is even saying he's an undead... Forget it... - Veserod explained this choice to his companions on their way to the crossroads. - I'm out of this... Let the Inquisition deal with him...

—Yes, I don't like this guy... —Ren grumbled as the group left the undead philosopher behind. —And that strange bag on his head. Sometimes he says it hides his appearance, and sometimes it's an important part of his personality. With his new look, it wouldn't matter anyway. But encountering cursed undead is really not worth it.

Meanwhile, Ilva, clearly pleased with herself, took off the Countess's ring from her finger, examined it with interest, and then put it on her little finger. Then she began to thoughtfully bend her fingers, as if counting some numbers.
Noticing this, Renold deliberately clicked his tongue, sighed heavily, and shook his head.

dude, maybe this was a lost opportunity for me to get a C-tier unit from Elfheim, while you got M-tier units.
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You can try...

- Well, uh... I've experienced enough in my life to confidently say that I'm not a fan of suffering... The guys don't seem to be either, although I don't know... - Veserod's gaze slid towards Eir. - And are you, by any chance, from Elheim?

— New followers, apparently. By the way, would you like to experience all the delights of pain firsthand?

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