Posts from Lungworth Auto-translated

“What a wonderful person your Zeus is… but no amount of female care can help him overcome his sadness. It’s all because he’s distanced himself from his ancestors and locked himself in a stone box. Heated floors, what’s that all about!,” Veritta shook her head. “Instead, he needs fresh air and to spend a couple of winters in nature, connecting with the spirits of the elements; it would instantly alleviate all his troubles. And all this gold, the servants, the spaces – is that what happiness is? For example, many of our leaders live as hermits in forests and mountains, spending hundreds of winters there, and they don’t know any mental illnesses. And here, both male and female servants will only do harm: labor also helps to relieve sadness. What this poor Zeus needs is not that, but to shed the shackles of the city and achieve true freedom and harmony with the spirits.” The girl nodded confidently, affirming her wise words.

"He was so cunning that he outsmarted himself."
-- We've told him that already. But he knows himself, doesn't he? But no, he's stubborn. He says he's not young anymore, not quite healthy, and he just wants a year of peace, and then he'll be back to his old self... But I know what he was like in his prime – he practically walked across half of Vusteria. But now he's decided to settle down, and something seems to be bothering him. He doesn't even train every day anymore, and he has such a passion for lifting weights – you wouldn't believe it. I don't ask him, but I can see he's not in the best shape... Listen," Guy said, his face suddenly brightening. "He doesn't listen to us, maybe you can talk some sense into him? I don't understand any of these anime wonders... He's a warrior, of course, but he's not some rigid... misogynist, no. On the contrary, he has a very good attitude towards women. So, my job is to introduce you, and then it's up to you – if you can convince him, good for you. I just want to help a friend, and I also care about you, my comrade – it's not right for you to live like this, I'm okay, I used to sleep in the forest anyway, but it doesn't seem like all this is familiar to you.

“Don’t worry about my lodging; I’m actually too comfortable here, it’s unusual. In our clan, everyone can sleep outdoors in any weather without shelter. Just say a prayer to the spirits, and they will warm the frozen ground, drive away the rain, and cool the heat with the wind. And now I understand everything about your friend. He accidentally fell into a deadly trap: sometimes it seems that the body weakens and asks for rest, but if you give in even once, it will only get worse. Weakness and laziness will attack, and you won’t have the strength for anything. It’s very sad when such a great person destroys himself…” Veritta sighed sadly. “Well, maybe I can help with a kind word or advice. Lead me to your sick friend.”

Lead me to your sick friend.

/ Just be careful there, don't corrupt the spiritually pure anemone.../

/An expansion where not a single player character can be corrupted is not an expansion./

/From your point of view, this requirement has already been met.../

/Be careful, don't corrupt that spiritually pure anemone.../

Relax, everything will be as Nature intended. After all, he respects nature...
-- Let's go. Just don't call him that to his face – according to Telosian culture, a man cannot be weak or sick. He'll get offended and won't listen to anything...

The couple arrived at Zeus's estate. Guy was pensive the whole way – he was thinking about how to keep this little fish from slipping off the hook. Well, Zeus could argue with Arteria herself, he just needed to bring them together.
And Zeus lives well – Guy noted when Zeus's Haven finally appeared before them. Even better than he, Guy, had imagined – and what could a poor landsknecht, who had lived his whole life in poverty, have imagined? When they were already near the estate, Guy stopped.
-- Wait. Maybe he's in the bath right now, or has some other urgent business. I'll go ask if he's ready to talk to us.
He should be ready. At least, that's what they told him at the "Colossus." Guy, leaving his companion for a moment, went inside.
-- Zeee-evs! It's Guy. I have business. -- he shouted.

Added 7 minutes later
I might only be available tomorrow, perhaps in the evening – we can finish then.

if anything, I'll file a complaint against both of you later.

-- Hold on. Maybe he's taking a bath right now, or has some other urgent business. I'll go ask if he's ready to talk to us.

—Okay, but if possible, could you hurry? I have to get up early for work tomorrow...
While waiting for her acquaintance, Veritta found a bench and began to ponder something. The girl didn't even notice a snow-white bird land on her shoulder, and another on her lap. The birds chirped a cheerful song together, and the girl smiled as she watched this unexpected display of nature in the dead city.

Erich was an experienced mercenary and always made a clockwise circuit of every town he stopped in, once a week. And now, the old habit didn't let him down—at the newspaper office, an opportunity to earn some coin came up:

Flags

Perhaps Zeus has an estate outside of Lungwort, and a black mage resides in the estate, or he simply conducts business with the "Moon Princess."

Due to the detour around the city, Erich also decided to visit the Cove.

A little ahead of schedule, Gulveig arrived at the statue of Felicia and thanked the local valkyrie for the warm welcome in her land. Soon after, the first people began to arrive, clearly joining her squad, as they were all some kind of bandits.
Their number was perhaps less than she would have liked, but it definitely exceeded her worst expectations.
Convinced that the time was right, Gulveig began her speech.

For some reason, the leader of the band of mercenaries, Garret, seemed completely different in reality. His imagination had painted a picture of a stern man, with a shovel-like beard, piercing gaze, strong calloused hands, and a body covered in scars – a veteran who had seen it all, surviving countless dangerous skirmishes, but at the same time, not some invulnerable hero, miraculously avoiding attacks that ended up hitting his comrades, but rather someone who could stoically endure blows and pain, spitting out bullets and tearing out blades stuck in his body. Such a man would be laconic, clearly and simply conveying their goal and the actions that would lead to its achievement to his comrades.

But here, it was some girl, rambling on about plants, trust, ready to show almost maternal care for the twigs she was collecting in a bundle, lost in excessive thoughts about the vicissitudes of life instead of a firm hand and a strong word... All of this bred skepticism, but Garret didn't even think about leaving, even though, with somewhat inappropriate kindness, she directly suggested that those present rid themselves of such a commander. Despite the not-so-inspiring speech, he noticed considerable courage and will in the girl. And her subsequent words described her as an experienced warrior – this was more pleasing, considering that there was no hint of falsehood in it. Although, emphasizing her faith seemed a bit strange to him. Overall, it was possible to work with this, but promising trust and long-term fruitful cooperation was difficult.

Gulveig moves on to a personal acquaintance with each candidate she doesn't know yet (and in the case of Guy and the old man, she asks them too). She approaches, looks into their eyes, asks for their name, where they are from, what their faith is, why they decided to become a mercenary... And asks in more detail about their skills than just "specialist in one-handed/two-handed/throwing toothpicks."

For politeness, Garret twisted his lips into a smile and said his name.
— From Aster. What motivates me? The clinking of coins doesn't sound too original... But it's very tempting. And I also like adventures like this. My main skill is simple – to stick arrows into the face of an enemy who appears in the distance, naively thinking that no one will reach him. But you know...
He patted the skeleton on the shoulder and gently pushed him forward.
— Meet my brother, Gulveig. This is Harold. He's a little dead now and not very talkative, but death has made him much stronger. It's not easy to put him down for good. While you're trying to stop him, he'll already have cut up a lot of meat with his knife, like a real chef. He's a great guy, overall.
A contagious laugh echoed in his head, and Garret grinned.

Lead me to your sick friend.

Well, I told you, all these righteous anemones are the same.

Added 54 minutes later
Revan, are you going to add 350 experience points to me now? 🙄

300

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