Posts from Lungworth Auto-translated

Garrett enters Sergeant Gabid's office.
— Well then, let's get started... — He introduced himself and immediately got down to business. — Are you a refugee? Do you need shelter and food?

— We stay out of the Northern Clans' squabbles. We're just traveling.
The aster explained. There was no deceit in his words – lately, they had indeed just been traveling, barely getting involved in adventures.
— Shelter and food would be helpful.

— Really? — the seraph asked, glancing at Astarion, trying to make sure he was interested. However, it was unlikely to be otherwise, considering that it was at his initiative that they were exploring the island of Lungwort. — Well, I think we would be happy to accept your offer, as long as we don't take up too much of your time... (says this if Astarion doesn't object)

When I arrived in Lungwort:

I had already forgotten that there was also an allowance in Morre...

-It's really that simple! However, before paying a hundred longworths to see who knows what, I'd like to see what's so interesting about these performances. Let me just take a quick peek, shall I? Just a quick in-and-out visit - Erich winked at the guard.

— No.

— We stay out of the Northerners' squabbles. We're just traveling.
The aster explained. There was no deceit in his words - lately, they had indeed just been traveling, hardly getting involved in adventures.
— I could use a place to stay and some food.

— Alright. Well, then fill this out, — Garrett hands him a form.
Name

Full date of birth

Origin

Direct family members

Profession/Skills

Religious affiliation

Expectations for life in Lungworth

— No.

- You're a tough nut! Okay, let's do this: you let me through, I come back no later than 15 minutes after your shift ends, and then we go on a date. It's a fair trade!

— No.

We should have gone with Zeus. While he was busy impregnating her in an alley, you could have watched.

-You're a tough nut! Okay, let's do this: you let me through, I come back no later than 15 minutes after your shift, and then we go on a date. It's a fair trade!

And then they'll both be hanged in the main square because Felicia's alarm will immediately go off for violating the rules.

Then they'll both be hanged in the main square because Felicia's alarm will immediately go off for disturbing the peace.

— In this life, you have to pay for everything; it's just that in this case, it's not you who will pay... Alright, I'll write down "not a refugee, in need of assistance"... Now, I need to fill out this form:

- I'll fill it out with my own pen if you don't mind, - Kayoshi opened his bag again and started looking for writing implements. - By the way, would you like a pie? I bought them at the tavern, but I haven't had a chance to try them yet. They're either with fish, or mushrooms, or maybe meat. - The old man took out a pie and sniffed it. - I think it's the first one, - he concluded and returned to his search, which he soon ended with a sigh of annoyance. - Oh, I forgot, I'm out of ink. In that case, I'll use your tool.

Name: Kayoshi Matsushita
Full date of birth: June 3, 719
From: Kuwayama
Family members in the direct line: son Satoshi Matsushita, daughter Akiko Matsushita
Profession/Skills: historian, merchant, somewhat proficient with firearms
Religious affiliation: I don't adhere to any specific religion
Expectations for life in Lungwort: I would like to find a peaceful and quiet life, earn a living for my personal needs, in particular, this concerns shelter and food.

- Okay, I think that's all. Do I need to list deceased relatives? - the old man asked, just to be sure.

— Really? — the seraphim glanced at Asterion, making sure he was interested. However, it was unlikely that it was otherwise, considering that it was at his initiative that they were exploring the island of Lungwort. — Well, I think we would gladly accept your offer, as long as we don't take up too much of your time...I had already forgotten that there was also an allowance in Morre...

Having received the consent of the two tourists, Azalia first led them to the inner courtyard.
— In this place, the einheriar of the queen train in handling the valkyrie's spear, — the guests could notice that the weapon in the hands of the girls differed from the one that Gulveig was armed with, — these are the main defenders of Lungwort and its strongest warriors.
Next, they descended to the lower level, where they were met by a rather cozy, although modest, residential complex.
— Here live the followers of the queen, who maintain order in the church and wish to be closer to this sacred place. Those of them who already have families live in a small village not far from here. They return to the main hall again. — You have already seen the paintings, as far as I can tell, but do you have any questions?

— This photo was intended for use in a recruitment campaign for the army, but ultimately the government decided to focus on a more serious theme, so it never made it to the public. Today, it survives in only two copies — in my personal collection and here, with the potential buyer.

The story told by Iwein surprised the Heckelian woman somewhat — she had heard that Serberia presented itself as a country where human reason had triumphed over both human nature and nature in general. At the same time, it was none other than Sophia der Grosse, the founder of modern Serberian ideology, who considered appealing to the base instincts of potential soldiers for army recruitment. This alone spoke volumes, even if the crown ultimately abandoned this idea in favor of another. Apparently, there was some truth in the words of those fellow countrymen of Shanaz who said that the queen ruled Serberia not only with an iron hand but also with an iron will. However, this decorative element might have interested not only fans of Sophia's physical qualities — it was, in essence, a small piece of history, albeit in a rather amusing form. Some historians would certainly pay twice, if not three times, as much for it.

— And here I was fortunate enough to have the honor of receiving the queen in my humble studio...

This was already the second queen to grace Iwein's lens. Whatever one says, the man led a clearly interesting life, even if there were no other curious stories behind this particular photo.

— You know, elves don't really like humans, but this model really liked the prospect that "dirty animals" would admire her beauty, so we had a very productive relationship.

Considering that Iwein himself was probably no more than a "dirty animal" to the elf, Shanaz began to get the impression that his work was the only thing Iwein Scabiosa was proud of. As if the man was ready to endure any humiliation if a beautiful girl in a good pose awaited him at the end.

— And this is one of the daughters of Maximilian von Stingleheim, Duke of Reichheim, from Serberia. At the time, the Duke decided to teach his daughter a lesson for her poor treatment of her maids and made her spend some time in their shoes. I might add, he was a wonderful person, and we found we had a lot in common.

Shanaz had already heard about the Duke of Reichheim, but the information she had received was fragmentary, so it was difficult to judge his character fully. Judging by Iwein's story, he could have been either a responsible person with a very interesting sense of humor or someone who was simply looking for an excuse to dress his daughter in a maid's costume. In Heckeklia, both options were certainly possible, while the Heckelian woman did not dare to judge how much the customs of the inhabitants of Serberia differed from the customs of her fellow countrymen.

— This is from my visit to Airisufir. I don't know what this, um, "forced" model is called, but I haven't seen such a beautiful country yet. It's a pity that I had to hide from the authorities and in a hurry use the services of the underworld to leave its borders.

Indeed, it seemed that Iwein Scabiosa was ready to endure not only humiliation but even break the law or two if it guaranteed him a good shot. Perhaps he would even have been bold enough to invite some Karian to a photoshoot to have the only picture in the world of the demon queen. He was clearly not the type to think through his actions in advance and immediately grabs the camera if a sudden burst of inspiration strikes. Now Shanaz didn't even rule out the possibility that she herself could end up in his lens during the course of her work. For example, if Iwein asked her to dust off the top shelf and then decided that the angle from below was exactly what he needed at the moment. However, the Heckelian woman wouldn't be particularly opposed to that — there have been worse things, much worse, and her employer didn't seem to be the type to abuse his power. She was even a little curious about how much he could sell such pictures for. Maybe he would even allow her to keep a copy for herself as a souvenir, or even give her a bonus. Financial assistance would certainly be welcome for Shanaz right now.

— As you can see, not much is left.

— I see you are a great admirer of female beauty, Mr. Scabiosa," the girl said with a charming smile when the photographer finished his little "tour." — It's a pity that I won't be able to see your other works and hear the stories associated with them. But, on the other hand, this means that the fruits of your labor are in demand — another reason to be proud.

She was even a little curious about how much he could sell such photos for. Maybe he would even let her keep a copy for herself as a souvenir, or even give her a monetary bonus. Shanaz could certainly use some extra money right now.

Now Shanaz will start an OnlyFans account and earn a lot of money, while we'll be hauling boxes and sacks for pennies and living in a dorm.

It would be great if we could get a camera and take pictures, then sell them.

/Become an apprentice to Iwein/

-You're a tough nut! Alright, how about this – you let me through, I come back no later than 15 minutes after your shift, and then we go on a date. A fair exchange!

— No.

...

— It's not necessary... — The sergeant scanned the paper. — What about your wife? Or are these adopted children?

— What about your wife?.. Or are those adopted children?

It's unlikely that they are even his children 🤣