Posts from 🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙 Auto-translated

Dervo spends a long time wandering through the halls of the Museum of Divine History, but, unfortunately, he doesn't learn anything new. He is only drawn away from the cycle of the kingdom's glorious history late in the evening. Meanwhile, with the discerning watermelon connoisseur: Noren buys Albrecht's junk for 202 cetrens and immediately offers to purchase the best orange and red-speckled watermelon in the entire capital for only 150 cetrens. Meanwhile, with Radianta: Radianta receives the most complete and accurate first part of the trilogy, The Rhemic Empire. What will our treasure hunter glean from this story, and what will she learn? Who, if not her, can leave the most insightful review of this work? Meanwhile, in occult places: "You have nothing to fear; we are all brothers and sisters, and we are ready to help in need," Renardo's expression softened. "Go to that place... Find Ranarr-Rezlittern-Rerrenariaron. He knows what to do." With these mysterious words, the master of fiery dance leaves, but leaves Juvenzia a piece of paper with an address and a lovely name. The Suspicious Alley is now available to the character Juvenzia Amm. Meanwhile, with the Necromancers: "I... I... am undead?" Kearak exclaimed. "Indeed," the necromancer nodded. "You have moved to a new level of existence, fox." And there were no more unpleasant sensations... the body felt the same as before, only without the heaviness, without the pain, without any minor problems. However, the Ketsirai had never complained about life; for them, such an improvement might not seem so significant. "Death is a step forward," the necromancer said wisely. "When the time comes for my flesh to die... I will rise as a lich and continue my work! No life is capable of such a thing. And you, fox, are not just some skeleton. You have remained the same, but with some improvements." Kearak pondered. There was definitely some sense in this... if one could ignore how terribly he had died. "What kind of improvements?" "Resistance to all sorts of misfortunes of this world! And, of course, aristocratic greenish pallor!" "Being dead is wonderful!" the student echoed his teacher. "And what are your plans for me?" Kearak narrowed his eyes. "None," the necromancer waved his hand. "Go wherever you want, whenever you want! The most important thing for me is a successful experiment. The Lord would be proud of my work!" Perhaps he was referring to the governor, Sailas, the patron of necromancy in Celia-Mira. Sometimes he was even called the Lord for his incredible talent in the School of Death. "In that case," Kearak remembered his exemplary smile, "the House of Pink Flowers will generously reward you for your help." "That would be nice..." the student blurted out. "The most important thing in the Universe is movement forward. Science and logic, power and pleasure, unity and integrity, six pillars of society. I work for them. But I won't refuse a coin or two... but better – a body!" "I understand. I understand you very well!" Kearak bowed. Soon after, the fox and the necromancers said goodbye. It was time for the undead to return to the capital.

Smugly smiling at his remarkable theological erudition, which naturally comes with being a conscious devotee of the pantheon, he heads to => headquarters => bed.

The wood elf goes to bed, but in the middle of the night, he hears sounds of what seems like a lively party or orgy coming from the capital guard's stronghold. However, even if he tried to find the exact location, he wouldn't be able to.

- All living creatures must live by killing other living creatures... If we turn away from this truth and refuse to accept the harsh reality of life, the fact that death is inevitable for living creatures becomes even more tragic. The killing of some living creatures by other living creatures is the essence of how this universe is structured.

With these words, Radianta finished reading.

In reality, the narrator had no idea what was in the first volume, because, as a true advocate of the Waifuism school, he only read the third one for the sake of a single character. So, whether Radianta's conclusions had any basis in reality, the narrator didn't know. But it sounded very deep and dark, which means it was good.

Radianta spends 2 Action Points to read a book and gains +2 to Spirit.

Harold finishes crafting and asks the blacksmith who he can sell the junk and the one-handed weapon from his travels to.

On the map that Harold was kindly given earlier, there was an address for the fence, Noren.

— Thanks, boss! Juvenius heads to the address, muttering a strange name under his breath like a tongue twister.

After carefully cleaning the chimney with its tentacles and diligently kneading the dumpling with its fingers, Radianta begins reading the next book.

Harold wasn't interested in reading maps; it was easier to ask for directions and chat with people than to sit alone with his thoughts.
In any case, the northerner heads to the address.

Harold wasn't interested in reading maps: it was easier to ask for directions and chat with people than to sit in his own thoughts, alone with himself.

- Turn on the navigation, damn it, I'm late for work!

After banging on the wall, grumbling, and threatening to call security to silence the rowdy revelers who were making noise after ten o'clock, Dervos angrily pulls the blanket over his head.

In a secret alley of the Mercy district of Selara, the high Shairan, Ranarr-Rezlittern-Rerrenariaron, conducted his business. Compared to ordinary Shairans, Ranarr was not only several times larger but also possessed snow-white fur and, in addition, wings. Shairans were already known for their incredible ability to traverse any terrain, but if they could also fly... In any case, this individual could fulfill almost any wish... but for a corresponding price. In a sense, Ranarr could be called the king of all Shairans of Aberat.

A deal with a Shairan: make a wish and find out the price.

Yuventius certainly wasn't prepared for this. What does he want? Money? Pleasure? A map of the capital, a personal succubus, to stop aging, to learn all the secrets of the world? Or perhaps to live out the rest of his days without fear, labor, and worry? Fortunately, the old cultist's ambitions and imagination gave way to his caution and practicality. Whatever he actually wants, the price would certainly be too high, and right now he has too many concerns and too few resources. He needs something that will help him solve problems in the present.
— I want to make successful friends and learn how to influence people. What is the price?

Noren buys Albrecht's junk for 202 cetrens and immediately offers to buy the best orange watermelon with red speckles in the entire capital for only 150 cetrens.

- Doesn't it look like our Kherson variety? What kind of variety is it?