Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

– Hmm, I think I heard something about it. What kind of goods do you sell? – the Lunarian asked, imagining this gentleman fighting with a few other gentlemen in a dark basement with lockers. Hmm, what a wonderful sight! – By the way, a beautiful monocle.

- Hahaha, thanks. - The giant restrained himself from slapping the guy on the back, as Baka had done some time ago; his palm was obviously heavier than that of an ordinary man, and such a blow during a meal could easily be fatal. - The only good thing about that job was that it wasn't hard to find a woman to warm the bed, but I think they would send me to hell for my past methods in Asuguh. Have you heard about it, by the way, or not yet?
- He was talking about the "Gates of Exile," southeast of us. - Baka decided to explain. - About twenty years ago, our country decided to abandon prisons, and since then, minor and medium offenses are punishable by fines or unpaid labor, and more serious offenses result in exile across the southern border. This is essentially a death sentence, but since it is carried out by nature and not in public, no one seems to take direct responsibility for it.

- Oh, I was just thinking about that today when I was taking care of things, - remembering his brilliant morning thoughts, Alamush didn't miss the opportunity to share them, - there used to be these aliens, coming to us from other worlds. And those who produced offspring essentially left not only their own mark on our world, but also the mark of an entire world! That's... significant. But those who just died left nothing behind, as if they never existed.
- ... As for the training, - Baka decided to ignore his older brother's important thought. - We have a very hierarchical society in our country, and it's essentially a stratocracy. The king is in charge, and whatever he says goes. And we, the nine heads, are a kind of king-ministers: army, guard, and administrative resources all in one. Our job is to ensure that the king's will is carried out, but each of us has our own methods. I don't put too much pressure on my guys, as long as they do their job properly. But the other eight have their own ideas, so it all depends on where you decide to build your career.

- I heard that in the homeland of the current leader, servants had their heads cut off for spilling a drop of tea, so it might be tough. To be honest, I don't know much about them, except that, unlike our friend Alamush, they probably drink matcha and sake with sushi, rather than rooibos and cocktails. - He sighs. - They used to be a unit of professional warriors, but in the last two decades, they have essentially merged with this overseas clan. If you want to get in touch with them, go to Sizki and write "XYZ" on the city bulletin board.

Fully armed, Ushumgallu feels his accuracy decrease by 20%, and his evasion by 10%.

- It's a little unusual, isn't it? - Honor suddenly asked, peering inside, - I heard that it's normal... You just need to get used to it. Well, maybe you already knew that, and I'm just being smart. Sir Kire has arrived.

- Besides, who's going to close the gates, huh? Listen, boss, how are you with that? - the youngsters worried. - Otherwise, we might miss the mark with our calling, look what Alamush is saying. They might start nitpicking over trivial things, and that won't end well.

- It sounds mysterious. But for now, it looks like I have only one path, - after chewing another piece, Genza takes out a fresh notebook and writes "Sizki," and then draws two lines from it: "become a boss" and "become a cool spy - write XYZ on the board." After thinking, he adds a third - "work hard for myself." - Well, I've thought about it, a great plan is taking shape.

"I shouldn't have even left the house; a brick might fall on my head, or I might get struck by lightning..." the calcite-skinned creature muttered quietly, but loud enough for Illiman to hear.

- I'll think about it, see what's out there. It will be a little sad to leave, I've lived here my whole life, but oh well, - the giant smiles broadly. - As always, excellent, boss, I'll miss your food.
Bakavopros nods:
- Thank you. It really is a good day.