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- Perhaps. But still, she is a human, not a celestial being, to feed on... souls? black holes? the contents of the skull? - or whatever they eat. Well, never mind. I'm glad we managed to satisfy your curiosity, and judging by your reaction, I hope people will enjoy this conversation too.
— I'm sure they will definitely enjoy it. It's a pity that you couldn't find out about her preferred type of suitor, but I understand that this is very delicate information, and Her Highness probably wouldn't want to talk about it.
- That's right. Faced with such a chimera, one simply cannot help but ask that question. But you understand that yourself. As for the second piece, I'm working on it, but I can't give you an estimated completion date yet.
It's funny that this isn't even the first cursed portrait in the history of expeditions. I remember Aretz also running into one twice in a row. AndRinze, if she had subdued "Carnelian"
I think there was a shield there... and this happens when you forget that everyone has unique abilities. It's a shame they're gone now...
Thanking Ayko for the information, the astrologer heads to the nearest store and exchanges silver for money, then buys a newspaper to find out what's happening in the city. (I think no one has bought the Sunday edition yet, so...)
I think there was a shield there... and that happens when you forget that everyone has unique abilities. It's a shame they're gone now.
They exist as professional origins and beliefs. It's just that now you have to choose between them and stat bonuses, which may be or seem more preferable for combat characters, at least in the short term.
I can't pretend that it's disgusting. I like the Trill from Star Trek, the Tok'ra from Stargate, I have a race of symbiotic creatures in my comic setting, I have nothing against parasites and symbionts. Even if it turns out to be a disadvantage in terms of gameplay and role-playing, I just love these things.
Giyon tensed up a bit from the joke, but eventually agreed. "We'll deal with problems as they arise. There's no point in running around the whole city; the alternatives might be even more fun. At least here, we have a more or less clear understanding of what we're dealing with, and if something goes wrong, we'll know where to start."
Nodding, the doctor removes the parasite with tweezers and then holds it up to Beata's nostril. A few moments later, it begins to move its short little legs and slowly climbs upwards. Soon, it completely disappears from view. — That's it. Let it rest well, and then it can return to a normal life. What are you going to do with the painting?
Gion couldn't make Beate a belly-dweller; instead, he made her a head-dweller.
Added 1 minute ago Too bad, this nastiness will come back to haunt us. It would have been better if everyone became slaves to Rinze; instead, we'll become slaves to worms.
- That's right. Faced with such a chimera, one simply can't help but ask that question. But you understand that yourself. As for the second piece – I'm working on it, but I can't give you an estimated completion date yet.
— Judging by the interview with the princess, you have a real talent for this profession, so I'm sure you'll succeed. — The girl hands the priestess 1750 rem, saved from breakfasts and occasional lunches. — Thank you again.
So, after taking one more interview, I’ll be able to buy a country house. Otherwise, I’ll have to convert it into a Sanctuary, as I originally planned.
Kenshiro manages to visit "Ironclad" before leaving – more to ensure the money wasn't completely wasted than with the expectation of significant benefit from a single training session. He gives it his all, of course – until the very moment of departure, he will feel a pleasant, lingering ache throughout his body, and he won't have the strength for other activities. Fortunately, the diary he recently acquired saves the samurai from idleness.
*First page*
This diary was written by Kenshiro Imai, a samurai from the distant land of Tao, a servant of Her Majesty, Princess Naria es Diesra Arual. It is dedicated to interesting places and unusual people that he encountered. Should this diary fall into the hands of my comrades, may they find it truthful; in the hands of a random traveler, may it be instructive; if it falls into the hands of a worthy enemy, may he treat my thoughts and deeds impartially. May a base person become better by reading about worthy people.
*Naria es Diesra Arual*
The light of amber eyes
Will pierce the soul
I am happy to serve
My mistress is worthy of many rengu, but due to my ignorance, I have dedicated only 17 to her. I owe her my life and hospitality, for which I can only repay with unconditional loyalty.
Her powerful abilities and worthy aspirations are beyond the understanding of a simple person, and nothing more will be said, for it is not fitting for a servant to speak of his mistress.
*I will continue later*
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Nodding, the doctor removes the parasite with tweezers, then holds it up to Beata's nostril. A few moments later, it begins to move its short legs and slowly climbs upwards. Soon, it completely disappears. - That's it. Let it rest well, and she can return to a normal life. What are you going to do with the painting?
- I'll give it to "Carnelian," let it hang in the main hall and lift people's spirits. - Thank you. I think my friend will also be grateful to you. As for the painting... I don't know. I have an overwhelming urge to chop it up or burn it, but I'm afraid the consequences might not be very pleasant. What can you advise?
- Is it really that common to get killed here? It seems like a peaceful town; it must just be a coincidence, - Merel thought as he read the newspaper. Then he looked at the advertisement for a country house, although he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to save up for it, but the idea of living in a large house appealed to him. Then the astrologer read about a cat, and suddenly it seemed to him that he had had a pet before, maybe even several, but who exactly? The memories didn't want to form a single picture, and only the feeling that Merel had taken care of someone before was very vivid and true. Perhaps a new little friend will help restore lost memories from the past? With this assumption, he went to the address.
I'll pretend I saw someone in the newspaper talking about carnelian.