Posts from Lungworth Auto-translated

— Both are possible. — She smiled. — In fact, it's necessary!

The employer nodded to his employee, and she, with some hesitation, glanced at the walls of the room before returning to the first floor. As Shanaz entered the room, she found herself surrounded by various photographs of a rather specific nature.

"So, you came to work as a maid..."

I can create something, if people are okay with it. After I finish with the museum.

— Yes, that's right, there is something sad about this picture, if you remember the previous one and imagine what is happening behind the scenes. I think that follower underwent a difficult trial, — Gulveig sighed, and this sigh combined many meanings, from "of course, it's strange that she suddenly started to feel something for a woman, if I understood what was happening correctly" to "Mother, the unattainability of our loved ones for us still unites us." — But true love requires nothing in return.

- Thank you.

Atarax returns to the clinic to begin his training.

- Is it going slowly? Probably it's just the season... Are there any quests? Otherwise, I might spend a whole week just registering, and there will be no assignments. Oh, and by the way, you mentioned the trading guild. Could you briefly explain what it does? Just so I don't have to go around in circles, bothering people. Since you say it's the law, and the fox didn't give me any information about it.

"VI.
Atarax manages to make it to today's lecture on theoretical medicine. Fortunately, he arrived just in time to sign up for the beginner group. The instructor turned out to be the same female doctor who had examined him a few hours earlier. 

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I will write where they are needed.

-Wh... Ahahahahaha! - Erich laughed loudly - no, no, I'm not interested in that, I meant - I also have a very strong seed, which will not just sit idle in my testicles, but will spread throughout Vusteria, which will help in creating a new strong generation. In this regard, we have a common goal, but we will work, let's say, each for himself - he winked and slapped Zeus on the shoulder.

- Okay, - the old man replied and left the bag alone. - If we take the accepted definition of the word "refugee", then I am more likely not to belong to them than I do. In principle, I could stay in Kuwayama, but not in my home, because there were good reasons for that. Reasons to leave it, that is. So, with a stretch, one could say that I am partially a refugee, but I don't think that's quite right, - the old man finished, pondering what he had said. - Of course, I need a roof and food, like any living organism, except for those animals that don't need a roof, - Kaioshi tried to remember those who belong to this category, but, realizing this, he returned to the question. - Is this offered for free or do I have to pay?

-- Let's have that form, or whatever you call it, that application form, or whatever all this bureaucracy entails.

It couldn't be said that in her homeland, such works were a particular rarity among "artists" and connoisseurs of this very art, although they usually took the form of paintings or statues. She had seen something similar before, more than once. However, it was surprising to discover something like this here—in the very heart of Lungwort. As far as Shanaz knew, the Arterian countries were characterized by more strict morals, and things of such explicit content were not in great demand there. Apparently, either this information was not entirely accurate, or Mr. Scabiosa did not share generally accepted views. In any case, the content of his collection aroused more interest in the Heckelian than shock—her employer was definitely a very interesting person.— That's right, Mr. Scabiosa.

— Oh, that's interesting. I suppose it's about how valkyries are essentially ruthless instruments of war.