Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- Curb. - Guest tries the tea. - It's not sweet enough, add some more sugar.

Curb

– More than that, Master Yao. I would be very grateful, – Camistella smiled.

- You're such a sweet sweet tooth 😀 - Insho adds more sugar.

- Yes, that's just how I am. It's good that you understand. Not everyone understands, and not everyone can do it. - Porebrik tries the tea again. - Now, that's better. - After finishing the cup, he looks intently into Insho's eyes. - I'm waiting for some fun stories.

- Yes, that's just how I am. I'm glad you understand. Not everyone understands, and not everyone can do that. - Porebrik tries the tea again. - Ah, now that's better. - After finishing his cup, he looks intently into Insho's eyes. - I'm waiting for some fun stories.

- It's like this, but I think the opposite. Imagine you have a perfect life, and then you suddenly get poisoned by a fruit and die, but life doesn't end there – you're lucky, and some wizard summons you to this world. Everything is great again, but some time later, due to some completely random stupidity or an ill-chosen word, you are banished, and this time it's all over – not only your body, but also your soul is gone. The end. - The man offers Ferrus a cigar. - Xerxes Dioram never could find a reason to take such a life seriously... Here, have one, I guarantee its quality. - His face suddenly broke into an even wider smile. - There's no poison in them, don't worry.

- Here, take a look...

You're kidding me... Everything requires experience, but where do you get it?

I know it's awful, but I guess I need to keep a diary...

- Friend... brother, - barely holding back tears, Ghenza elevates the servant's status in the eyes of the universe and places his hand on his heart. - You really helped me out. Thank you, and may those you believe in bless you. I swear by my father's name that when I pass by again, I will return everything to the last penny. What is your name? I am Ghenza, son of Abbas.

- Once upon a time, I was, as usual, making soup in my cozy house in Enlil, when a frightened goblin burst in, shouting: "They're coming!" It turned out that he had stolen a bag of pies from the townspeople, and they had armed themselves to the teeth to punish him. Well, I couldn't leave the poor fellow in trouble! While the goblin was trembling in the closet, I invited the angry people for tea and said that the pies were mine – I just borrowed them. We sat together, ate pies, and I even treated them to soup. When the people left, happy and full, the goblin crawled out of the closet and tried to run away. But I tied him to the table by the leg. After all, even kindness has its limits: I made the scoundrel wash all the dishes!

- WHAT?! - Porebrik jumped up and threatened the goblin from the story with his fist. - FOR STEALING PIES - DEATH PENALTY, NO LESS! - Having expressed this important opinion, he returned to his seat. - You don't have any pies, by the way? At least one. But better a whole bag.