Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

"They didn't have to die," the bloodied Lord Raveng snarled through gritted teeth. "But... heh... that was your choice, Ayano... And you have to bear the responsibility for it... you could have saved them all – all you had to do was let me touch your butt..."

I think people are more interested in Ayaano's butt than in him...

I only made one joke about this, no need to overreact.

Well, I don't know. We didn't run around the city for her, open chests, leave notes, or fill the screen with carriages, nor did we go and kill a bunch of people. Just saying...

So, how are you doing, southerners? Having fun in Margel?

- What the hell is going on here?.. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is, - grabbing the blacksmith by the hand, he points to the list with a trembling palm. - We need to... report this to the police...

So, how are you enjoying it, southerners? Having fun in Margel?

Giyon, clutching his stomach in pain: JUST SHUT UP!

There are no specific names. Perhaps the Zoritsa series is over.

If you need further confirmation, let's move on...

So, how are you enjoying yourselves, southerners? Having fun in Margel?

- What the hell is going on here?.. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is, - grabbing the blacksmith by the hand, he points to the list with a trembling palm. - I need to... report this to the police...

- Yeah, that's quite a pickle. - After glancing at the list, the Blacksmith awkwardly scratched his head. - I wonder what she did to upset him so much... To be honest, I have no idea what you should do about this. - Carefully taking the old phantom in his hands, Kragg carried it inside his house.

So, how are you enjoying it, southerners? Is Margel fun?

The Lord is probably having fun...

Frag, please let me know later what needs to be changed based on this.

I don't remember exactly, but it seems like it was: 120+130+140+150+160+170+180+190+200, which equals 9.

Only when they were on the airship did Guion dare to slightly pull back his hood, but not completely.
But at least he could breathe deeply and admire the clear blue sky. He wanted to go to the edge and look down, but he was afraid of ending up in a place where he could be easily pushed out of the gondola.
Someone tried to kill him.
Who? Why? For what reason?
He was lucky once, but he might not be lucky a second time.
He wanted to live. If he dies, Beata will be upset. He didn't want to break her heart.
Beata promised to find the one who poisoned him and deal with him. No matter how she ends up in prison again... And yet, mixed with the worry for Beata, there was another feeling - love and gratitude.
He is not alone. He has someone who loves him, someone who is willing to do anything for him.
Guion took a step towards Nysha. Yes, she is strange, she smiles suspiciously and waves her hands around, but she was the only person on board that he could trust, at least to some extent. I wonder what Beata promised her in exchange for a sip of ambrosia?

So, how are you enjoying it, southerners? Is Margel fun?

Let's make a third wish and compare.

- What the hell am I supposed to do, solve your stupid puzzles?! Why can't things be done normally?! - => [50] 😩

- What the hell am I supposed to do with your stupid puzzles?! Why can't everything be done normally?! - => [50] 😩

- Oh, it's our new specialist. Good evening! What can I help you with today? Could it be... could it be that you just wanted to see me?

- Y-yes... Nadia-san, have you seen anyone unfamiliar around here lately? Anyone... with a strange appearance? Wearing a black coat?