Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

—Well... it's sad when a parent can't even pronounce their child's name. Why don't you find out? It's not the other end of Anuzish, just a couple of hours in a carriage.

- So, they should come and check on me, not the other way around...

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Quickly averting his gaze from his ears (not elven ears):
- To be honest, it's like I was killed, and then they changed their mind and dug me up. But I've been feeling better for about ten to fifteen seconds now, - his gaze jumped there and back again for a moment.
Overcoming the pain, Genz takes a sitting position and smiles with his battered face:
- And I'm Genz. It's nice to see that our well-being is in such skilled hands. That is, in such skilled hands, - he sighs heavily, even more so from the pain radiating throughout his body, and lowers his gaze. - Sorry... I didn't mean to, I'm just a bit slow sometimes. I've never seen anything like this before. And this... - he quickly tries to change the subject. - Does it ever happen that candidates don't pass the test, so to speak, permanently?

- Genz-kun. - Higa looked sternly at the patient. - If you keep repeating that you're stupid, then over time, this stupidity will indeed become an integral part of you, so don't do that. It's better to tell yourself how clever you are; but, of course, not in the presence of those higher in rank. - Placing her palm on his forehead, she made sure there was no elevated temperature and nodded approvingly. - Those who don't please Ryumeu-sama are sent back to the capital, but there have indeed been cases with fatal outcomes.

- Don't even try... I just can't get into 3D girls... - The artist sighed. - Okay, maybe I'll change my mind, but not for free. Come up with a funny story about a Lunar Elf and a Scragg, and then we have a deal. And don't forget to show me a sketch.

- Oh! You're reading my mind! 🙂 I actually have a story about myself! 🤩 Once, I was just sitting at home, minding my own business, making compote and baking pies, when I heard a loud knock on the door and a gruff voice: "Open up, Doi! We've come for our money!". I got scared and hid in the closet! Soon, the door was kicked in. Through the crack in the closet door, I saw five Scrags. They were so big, green, muscular, strong, and... solid 🤤 ahem... Anyway, they started searching the house. In the end, they found me... It turned out they were debt collectors. They were collecting on loans. Some scoundrel named Doi borrowed money from their company and left a fake address. He didn't return the money, of course. So they went to look for him. The guys apologized and put the door back in place. I offered them to stay for some compote and pies 😏 They stayed until morning. We had a lot of fun! And here's the sketch!



- This is me sitting on the couch! And the guys are behind me. We can add compote and pies in their hands 🙂

The neural network doesn't know what the difference is between 5 and 4...

- That's what he should be doing for me, not the other way around...

—That's true, but then it turns out that close relatives live nearby, but they only see each other once every ten years during major holidays, and even then, if they're lucky. But in general, in our world of postal services and fast communication, this is not so relevant anymore. But if anything, I'm in the capital, so if you need me to deliver something, let me know...

- That's a sensible idea, it suits me perfectly. I just haven't fully grasped your rules yet; the recruitment and registration process was so minimalist and serious, which is understandable. Is it true that they don't behead people here for spilling a drop of tea? But I'll get used to it, - she says, reassuring herself by touching her forehead to check her own temperature, and continues with the utmost seriousness. - This is Higa. Is there any way to help my friend? With his ear. We have the best medicine in the world, plus all sorts of magical gadgets. It just seems a bit unsavory for him to walk around like this. His girlfriend is waiting for him - far away. And besides, he has stylish glasses, how will he wear them now? He's already paid for his words like a man.

In the morning of a new day, Ushumgall once again walks to the university.

Phainant unexpectedly falls to the floor and stops moving.

Faineant suddenly falls to the floor and stops moving.

😰 😨 😱

- OH MY GOD! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!

The Lunar Elf begins to perform CPR on the artist, giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and chest compressions.

Kamistella will spend the rest of the experience points seeking revenge.

or are you giving a massage?

😰 😨 😱

- OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!

Lunariyka starts giving the artist artificial respiration and indirect heart massage.

Don't waste time. Try some sour cream in the style of Porebrik.:D:D:D

Meanwhile, Insho is clicking through an artist's portfolio.

The dummy doesn't respond, and artificial respiration is difficult because the artist's teeth were clenched too tightly.

Meanwhile, Insho is clicking on the artist's drawing.

yours?

What a lovely place... people would give a fortune for such a dwelling... Akonia, this is simply magnificent!

– Beautiful... – Kamistella whispered, looking at Kimchilla's portrait. – I won't even ask how it works...

Oh, she can still be caught while a whole portrait is being painted... the cat is quite nice.

And what is Renfa? Akonia knows her, but she looks impressive.

Kamistella didn't have a better understanding of Hachimii's location.

The Middle-earth is gorgeous, only the artist tried too hard to make his signature noticeable. I wonder what ".net" knows.

Oh, that very coven that was defeated with Ayano's personal participation. You can't really tell from the picture that he was interested in lust. Did Kimchilla take this image off the wall when she went to seduce the king? Otherwise... it's not surprising that she failed.

Some kind of incomprehensible Popukar, but the fountain is beautiful.

Does Arselia look like this? Hmm... Akonia is more beautiful.

Only stylish warriors wear such helmets. And such swords too.

It wouldn't hurt to chop some greedy old woman with such an axe.

Is this goblet somehow connected to Arselia? Probably not. A golden goblet, golden...

The compass doesn't point north. Well, as always!

Everything is so wonderful that there's not even a place to put your own portrait... yes, a stunning collection!

– I'm delighted, – Kamistella briefly assessed the mansion's decor. – Now this is what I call a successful woman's dwelling! By the way, I just remembered... do you have the opportunity to quickly officially make me a model? I suddenly realized that this has never bothered my parents. They just took me where I needed to go and gave me the necessary skills, but... formally, I'm not a model. It's so unfair... I was reminded of this by meeting a rather strange dark Lunar.

The artist somehow unexpectedly popped into Kamistella's thoughts.

– By the way, would you like to visit Mr. Phainant before you leave? He also bravely rushed into battle for you.

Yes, that's interesting. What could that be about?

The mannequin doesn't respond, and artificial respiration is difficult because the artist's teeth were clenched too tightly.

Insho checks the man's pulse.