Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- That's the custom," the professor replied instead of the foreigner, "don't waste your mental energy pondering this matter.

- Are you very perceptive, or perhaps just lucky? - Peleng smiled. - My main specialty is archaeology. Nevertheless, I won't hesitate to say that I am still a living library - I know a lot, and therefore I tend to teach students who cannot attend classes every day at the same time. I think that in the near future, you and I will have to spend a lot of time together. - The professor winked again. - I hope my company will not disappoint you.

- Well, then tell me, how much time has passed since you were planted in the garden (or however you mushrooms are grown) until the moment of your "birth"?

- You say it's a gift? I don't have a gift yet. You are a magical creature, since you were taught to speak with magic. So, the gifts should be magical. And I, as a magical talent, still have a lot to learn. So, help me in this difficult task - and you will get a gift. You seem to have some experience in mastering magic. But first, tell me what you know about Asugah and Shingen in particular.

As soon as the battle ended, Ushumgallu grabbed the shamshir with his left hand and vigorously shook his right fist. He felt as if there were no joints or ligaments left in his hand, only a solid, inflexible, agonizing bone. The young man was very surprised when he discovered that the limb looked perfectly normal from the outside.
-- I'd like to rest for a few minutes, but we can continue.

- It took me two or three weeks to mature, and then I was kidnapped, put on display, and a price tag was attached. And they say that slavery and slave trade are prohibited in this country.

Why are you asking me such questions? After all, you live here.

And forget about magic, you won't be able to do anything. It's better to give up right away than to regret wasting your efforts later.

—Rather the latter, Professor. —the southerner beamed with praise. —For me, it will be a great stroke of luck, especially since you also rightly noted that my daily routine remains a mystery even to myself. To be honest, I still have to find a guild that matches my interests and everything related to it...

- And what will happen to me? I live and thrive, - grinning, Genz smoothly pulls out a pack of cigarettes, and a fresh one jumps into his mouth, then he offers the pack to his interlocutor. - Unlike some other guys, may they rest in Anuzish-heaven... What about you?

– Are you talking about the protruding tongue, the fangs, or the fact that I wouldn't want to be licked and bitten on the neck? I don't have fangs, but if you have removable ones... I can pose with them, —Kamistella replied.

- Many guys your age are in the same situation; balancing the search for a suitable guild with their studies isn't as easy as it seems, haha. Well, I should get going and prepare for my upcoming lecture. Bye, Asmidul, have a good rest of your day, don't be bored.

- Well, listen, friend... - The mushroom "tensed up." - What's with all the questioning? Am I being interrogated? Let's do this: for every answer I give, you have to answer the same number of my questions, okay? Right now, I've answered... seven of your questions. So, you owe me seven answers.