Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

I can buy one rope. I was actually thinking of buying either that, or some stones, or stones plus a magazine. And 20 cans of stew on top of that.

Ah, I forgot about the canned meat, I'll add it now.

Alaria bought a rope at "Phantom" and 20 cans of stew (she'll swallow her pride along with the canned food) at "Abundance" during those free hours we had before the "start" of the week.

— I get it, you're a dwarf! I've never heard of any "gnomes," probably just a self-designation? But I have heard stories about the short and stocky dwarf people who live in dungeons somewhere very, very far north.

you can just say - dwarf.

—I appoint Klin as the commander of this group. —With these words, Princess Aria handed the letter requiring delivery to the knight. —In case of successful completion of this mission, I promise you glory and wealth.

—As you command, Your Highness. There is no greater glory and wealth for us than not betraying your trust.


Klin had several questions — about the mysterious "apostles" themselves, the region of their journey, and possible allies, but some of them had already been answered, and for the rest, they obviously needed to consult the strange symbol of knowledge.
—If my comrades are ready (I don't know what to ask), we will leave right now.

It would be worth asking if taking/removing hearts has any negative effects, and also what "abilities" one should expect from the Apostles. But I'm too tired to ask that now. So either later, or let someone else ask.

I think a Warlock should be able to answer that.

So, Beata, Guyon, and Raphael crossed over on Tuesday.

Beata lazily turned from side to side, yawned, and sat up in bed. Her head was a complete mess, as if she had been hit with something heavy for two days straight. She vaguely remembered the events of the day before yesterday – they were walking near the palace, and they saw some weirdo with a painting...
...stop. The painting. That damn strange painting that she considered cursed. Where is it?
Beata jumped up and frantically looked around. The painting was gone. But there was a suspiciously empty wallet and Guyon snoring loudly.
The adventurer, without hesitation, shook her companion hard by the shoulder.
– Hey! Wake up!
– Huh? – Guyon sleepily blinked.
– I have two questions. Where is the painting, and where is the money?!
– I have, – Guyon yawned, – one answer. It's with the owner of "The Tentacle," and we still owe him that much.
Beata took a deep breath and began to count slowly to ten, out loud. When she finished, she exhaled just as slowly through her teeth.
– So... Since you probably won't say much with a broken jaw and a concussion, give me the details right away.
– Can I at least write a will? I can't do it with broken hands.
– No, you can't. Everything that's left of you after our conversation will go to me as moral compensation.
– There wouldn't be much left, – Guyon sighed and began his story.
As he spoke, Beata's eyes widened, as if the new information, combined with the memories that flooded back, physically pushed them outward.
– ...and then I wrote you a note and went to work, but when I came back, you were still asleep, and I tore up the note. The rest you know, – Guyon finished in an innocent tone.
Beata was silent, snorting and flaring her nostrils. A heavy silence hung in the air.
– That painting. It fried my brain.
– Yeah.
– And you left your mistress at the mercy of that crap and ran away!
– Yeah.
– And you turned to the most suspicious guy in town for help!
– Yeah.
– And you let him stick some kind of worm in my head!
– Yeah.
– And you gave him all our money and still owe him!
– Yeah.
– Remind me, why are you still alive?
– Because I have a pretty face and a nice ass that you don't want to ruin?
With a furious cry, Beata grabbed a shoe and began chasing the laughing Guyon around the room.
***
The door to "Carnelian" burst open, letting in an enraged Beata. Smiling Guyon hurried after her, holding the back of his gauntlet to the bruise under his eye – his girlfriend had raised her hand to his pretty face after all.
Beata turned to Ayko and, possibly, to other characters standing next to her.
– WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THIS IDIOT?! – she asked, very expressively, pointing at Guyon.
– Because they didn't know I was going to do it? – her companion sighed.
– WHY DIDN'T YOU PREDICT THAT THIS IDIOT WAS GOING TO DO SOMETHING STUPID AND AWFUL?! – Beata rephrased her complaint.
Guyon groaned and put his hand to his face.
Beata exhaled.
– Uh... Sorry. You know, anyone would be in a bad mood when they find out they almost became a victim of a cursed painting, and their idiot friend couldn't think of anything better than to stick a worm in their head and spend all our savings on it!
Guyon smiled sympathetically at Ayko, who had to endure this circus.
– Hey, but it worked, – he tried to reassure his partner.
– It worked, – she reluctantly admitted. – But next time, at least plan the budget better, okay?
– I'll try, – Guyon smiled.
Beata smiled back at him.
– Sorry again, – she said to Ayko, – this genius – she waved towards Guyon – asked for help from the owner of "The Tentacle." He got rid of the painting and cured me of the curse, but in return, he stuck a brain parasite in me and demanded eight hundred rems from us, and we only had half that much. We managed to negotiate an extension until today, and... – she sighed – it was very unusual to ask for money instead of just taking what we needed – can you lend us four hundred rems?
By the way, I was thinking that maybe the princess shouldn't be told all the details of the case.

and 20 cans of stewed meat

are you guys preparing for the army?

brain parasite

it would be cool if you could spit it out of your mouth at enemies so that it would attack them

Kenshiro buys a second rope. While swimming, he adds an entry to the online dictionary.

Aiko looked at the bill and silently counted out 400 rem.
-- I'm glad you're feeling better, Miss Beata. Don't worry, I'll record this as medical expenses.
She wanted to ask something about the "worm," but decided not to bring up that sensitive topic.

By the way, I thought that maybe the princess shouldn't be told all the details of the case.

Let's not go into details, and without details, I suspect she already knows everything... Just a minor incident.

The Linefront Guillotine
One of the most notable places in the city, a large mirror reflecting the country. On a suitable day, the guillotine gathers everyone around it: rich and poor, men and women, criminals and police, locals and visitors. The variety of expressions in the crowd is no less interesting than the faces of the condemned in their last seconds, which are the most important in a person's life. Here, you can strike up an interesting acquaintance.

Draco Mellis
A representative of the local workers' union, whom I first met near the guillotine. He has a strange scar on his face, is very well-dressed, talks a lot, but not idly. He seems to be a good man, persistently fighting for justice and the well-being of ordinary people, and he has a good understanding of society as a whole, in all its ugliness. Unfortunately, he lacks the depth to see also one's own path and the individual's duty. Like many, he thinks too much about numbers and too little about truly important things.

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The Philosophical Guild
In this place, the most diverse people can gather to discuss common issues and problems. During a single visit, I had the honor to meet a high-ranking official, a foreign prince, and many other interesting personalities. Such a diverse group makes the discussions interesting and prevents them from descending into sophistical trivialities. It is not necessary to be a highly educated person to derive great benefit and pleasure from the gatherings here.

- Drive away? - Merel was surprised, not fully understanding the man's intentions. - And refreshing one's memory is useful, especially on such interesting topics. I myself am interested in astrology, so I know what I'm talking about. As for books on these topics, they are located there, - the astrologer points in a direction and tells where they can be found.
I guess I'm just sorting the books, not handing them out...

Thanking the employee, the visitor heads off to find the books he needs.

Aiyano decided to observe this scene - anyway, the temporal anomaly sucks out a whole hour when entering the store. but only if they don't make the session last for two hours

Tentacle
A shop with all sorts of curiosities, many of which are good, but not excellent, katanas. Besides the fact that for many, this place will be a warm memory of their homeland, it deserves mention simply because that's where this diary was bought.

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Iron
A temple of strength with a lot of equipment for training. It's a bit strange that women train in the same hall as men. The appearance of the administrator is somewhat peculiar, as if they were specifically looking for the fattest person. Perhaps it motivates people to exercise, or, on the contrary, it's for boosting the self-esteem of visitors. Maybe it's just a coincidence.

— Hello, sir. 

- Greetings! That's a beautiful dress you have, it suits you very well. And what is this place?