Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

—As you wish, sir. —Klin didn't change his expression at all.
In his travels, he had often encountered adventurers of various kinds, and he understood that the courtly manner of communication he had chosen was all the more preferable to more vulgar speech, and yet he did not want to offend the princess by stooping to familiar language with the guest she had summoned within the walls of her residence.
—As I mentioned earlier, you are now in Her Highness's home. You were summoned here by Her through a special magical ritual, the details of which I am not authorized to disclose. If Her Highness wishes, you will be told the finer details of this magical technique. I hope that in the place you come from, there are similar concepts of instantaneous teleportation and magical summoning? At least at the level of fairy tales or fiction, there must be. If this is completely unfamiliar to you, please interrupt me, and I will explain in more detail.
Klin nodded affirmatively to the guest, and then continued:
—I explained "how" you were summoned here, but I did not say "where" exactly. The name of our Welferian Empire and its rulers is unlikely to be familiar to you for one very simple reason. Our country lies not just beyond your country, not just beyond the borders of your continent, not just beyond the horizon of your sea. It is located beyond your world altogether. You are now in a completely different reality, however absurd it may sound. You are unlikely to believe me, and it will take you time to accept this, but, alas, that is exactly the case. Here, your states and rulers, your laws and deities do not exist. In due time, when you are allowed to explore the world, you will be able to convince yourself of the truth of my words.
The servant paused briefly, not hoping that the guest was still following the flow of his explanations.
—As for the last of the possible questions, "why," alas, I cannot give a satisfactory answer to it. Perhaps Her Highness will be able to enlighten you about this, if she wishes to meet with you. In the meantime, I am ready to answer other questions, if you have any, and also offer you the cuisine of the imperial table, if you are feeling thirsty or hungry.

— All of this sounds like utter nonsense. But let’s not pretend, the story is actually quite beautiful, and it sounds convincing, considering what I’ve seen. I might even have believed it if not for one big “but”...
He looked Klin прямо in the eyes and spoke with unexpected anger and bitterness in his voice.
— I distinctly remember dying. I distinctly remember how this thing was shoved into my chest, right up to the hilt, — he points to the knife, — I remember lying there, vomiting bloody mess from my lungs. And those bastards probably just did it for fun. And then what? I wake up here, and what do I see? No sign of any wounds, just a feeling like I was pumped full of some kind of crap. And, most interestingly, my idiot brother, who stabbed me, is also here. — he now points to the skull. — But for some reason, it turns out that I am quite alive, and he is dead as a doornail. I know about resurrection magic, I’ve even done something similar myself, but you didn’t say a word about it, you only talked about summoning. So, how do you explain that, huh?

- No, thank you. Let's get to the point, otherwise the sun will soon set.

Aiko, with Beata's permission, sat down and began to write in her notebook, converting things on the fly into stats and skills.

"'Chopping' - 'one-handed weapon in two hands'..."
"'Faster than they can react' - 'swiftness'..."
"'From twenty paces' - 'shooting skill'..."
"'A circus performer's profession'."

Thought: "Night watchman shift? I hope that's true, otherwise all these rats, oh, they work in pairs, like bandits, and how did they find out about the vacancy? Maybe they saw a note on the gate and decided to play along to rob us?"
"No, no, no, robbing a combat squad? That's a bad target with these conditions. A really bad one."
"These are just my insinuations, but in any case, I'll try to talk my way out of it with charisma."

Charisma on.
-- Wonderful. It's a pity I didn't get to see your friend, but he'll still have time to prove his worth. As you can guess from the name, we are a special unit, founded to solve flexible tasks that the guard and the army cannot handle due to their structure. Perhaps, in a way, we can be called mercenaries, but there are obvious differences from a 'mercenary guild' in terms of goals and funding.

He describes in detail how injustice still prevails in various corners of the Vast Empire, that in these conditions, someone is needed who will resolutely eliminate emerging conflicts, always be ready to help, and so on.

Then he says the same things as Kilike, watching Beata's eyes for the slightest spark of doubt and steering the conversation. In short: 320 a month / 0 OD and other bonuses.

By the way, - she leaned towards her companion with a conspiratorial smile, - who is funding you?

- Is that all? It seems a bit too simple, - Aiyano replies skeptically. - The catch, I suppose, is that someone might try to sabotage you or stab you in the back on such a mission. No offense, - she adds, preemptively raising her hand to prevent the man from taking it personally. - I'm just imagining how it might look from the perspective of a shopkeeper, who is approached by such a mysterious customer and starts meticulously scrutinizing everything. At best, he'll wave his finger at you - "you're off the hook today," and at worst, he'll cause you trouble. And what about the employees, whose rights are supposed to be protected in this way? I won't pretend to be an expert on your laws, and I don't want you to think I'm turning this conversation into an ideological and philosophical discussion, but somehow I feel that the employer has many ways to negatively influence a complaining employee as a punishment, which cannot be fully prevented by labor law. Thus, there is a chance that the employee's situation will even worsen, and in some cases, I can imagine a complete loss of their job as a result of a combination of undesirable factors - and this will not fall under specific Articles of violations. Tell me, where might I be wrong in these arguments?
She was about to ask the union representative if he risks eating at local restaurants after such maneuvers, but she decided not to raise that question.

Aiko felt a shiver run down her spine at this smirk, although she didn't realize it and replied in her usual manner:
-- It's no secret, although I usually don't talk about it until the contract is signed... You understand, reputation is a delicate thing, -- she takes out the contract and hands it to Beate to fill out and sign. -- But since I see such enthusiasm in you...
"And since she has good security, just in case."
A smile.
-- The sponsor of the versatile combat squad, Carneol, is Her Highness Princess Naria Es Diestra Arual herself.

Beata fills out the contract for herself and Gion, but only signs it for herself.
Hearing the dwarf's response, she smirked even wider.
"I knew it."
– You have a good sponsor! Well, now we do! Tomorrow morning, we'll come by, and my partner will sign. We won't be moving in with you this month; we're doing fine here, but we might move later if you still have space. Oh, and Gion is busy on weekdays from six in the evening to two in the morning, but I'm as free as the wind! Will I need to be at the base, or is it enough to be available by contact?

To the owner:
-- Thank you again for your help, and would you be so kind as to allow me to post a recruitment ad here, and how much would that cost? As far as I can tell, many adventurers pass through your cozy haven...

-- There's no need; the main thing is to have a stable communication channel. As soon as you need something, you'll be notified. Of course, if you stayed at headquarters, it would be more convenient, and I think it would be better for you. But it's okay; we still have the mail, -- the Burrow Queen shrugged. -- Well, I'm glad to have you in the ranks of Carnelian. And... and yes, you must understand that using the princess's name for selfish purposes is absolutely not allowed...
-- Anyway, thank you, Miss Beata, and have a good rest; gather your strength before moving on to the important part, -- Aiko takes the contract, or rather a copy of it, and goes downstairs to the Mistress of the Hearth.
Khosha, is it worth moving earlier, even just for the +2 hours, which could be useful for the workers when they start taking 8 hours off from next week.
To the Mistress:
-- Thank you again for your help, and would you be so kind as to allow me to post a hiring notice here, and how much would that cost? As far as I can tell, many adventurers pass through your cozy Asylum...