Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Actually, that's all nonsense. As my comrade Samrial Work, who perished on one of the expeditions, used to say, there is no bad job, only bad idleness! Housing is quite the opposite - it's more pleasant, interesting, and meaningful when you build your own home with your own hands and wherever you want, and handouts from above are just... they don't contribute to personal growth. But he's right about crime. You can't mix the unmixable, I think. How can a Calcite cannibal coexist in peaceful Asugah? And who knows how many of them there are among us now, especially among the young.

A few days have passed since the meeting with the black knight; he fought a lion, overcame coals and blows, and today the list of acquaintances has been further expanded with this strange girl.

There's nothing particularly strange about Insho. She's just like any other character. But Erika is acting very strangely; she's constantly eating but not gaining weight, she's carrying around some weird object, she spends 10 hours trying to unlock a magic talent, and she's talking to a mushroom.

- Thank you, Sir Kir, for the money and for today's lesson. I suppose I should return the sword? - said Erika, handing over the sword.
- And thank you all, - Erika added to the three students and the departing Ushumgall.

- No, you can keep it. It will come in handy.
Sheila and Gonor waved goodbye to Erika, Illiman shyly bowed, and all three headed towards the city.

"Hmm... Maybe this time we'll hunt a barssikonda?"
-- See you tomorrow, then. 
Ushumgallu heads home. 

– Nebosik, you’re alive! – Kamistella hugged the mushroom with her breasts, just like he liked.

– Did you see all this? The death of the archmage, the murderer... – the lunar creature darkened. And not just from the memories of the attack.

- I’m bored here, and I have to stay until tomorrow 🙁 I’d rather play cards with you, or something else 😉

—There you go! —Asmidul rejoiced, finally finding someone who understood. —You probably read in the latest newspaper about the slave traders? It’s terrible that such things are happening in our Asuguh. Monsters are one thing, they are monsters after all, but for people to behave like this as guests... Everyone keeps talking about the safety of travel, but I’m now going on a mission for Nitra, and I’m not so sure about that anymore... By the way, about the mission, would you agree to help me? I need to interview the local residents of each city in the kingdom, and you are one of the few locals I know...

- Thank you.

Erika, as usual, put the mushroom on her shoulder and also headed towards the city.

What time should she arrive at the city? If she makes it to the transport station by 6:00 PM, then she’ll go there. If not, I’ll think about it.

- Really? It flew by. It felt long, but in reality, it was like going to the store and back. Let’s rest a bit, since we have time, - the sun is shining, the wind is blowing, - she takes off her jacket. - I can give you a massage, a friend taught me once - it removes all fatigue in an instant. I’ll also tell you a funny story, it just came to mind.

- People... Not all, but some... Let's say, those with certain characteristics are worse than any monster. - The old man nodded. - I'll help, why not? Ask away.

- Well, uh... Did your doctor give you the okay?