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- Dude, - Genza tapped his forehead with his knuckles. - For a guy who comes up with brilliant ideas left and right, you can be incredibly dense sometimes. Just leave this whole "Tirke contrast" thing alone. What was it again? - He snapped his fingers, struggling to remember. - Just a sec. He pulls out a guidebook and meticulously copies all the names he just saw, along with their elaborate original forms, into it. Then, he mutters to himself, running his finger along the newly written lines: - Aha! 明光 - Akimitsu, bright light. A-K. A-K-I, like Ako. A strange coincidence, by the way, but never mind. Get it? Right there in your nickname! And here's another one - let me put on my philosopher hat - "bright light." But we need to use the "rattle" at "night." What shines at night? The moon. And the moon is like the opposite of the sun, darkness. So, in terms of meaning, you're already getting closer to Chernobog. Understand? The boss appreciated your ambition and, with all his wisdom and authority, blessed you for this endeavor. He saw something in you, - he gives his friend a hearty pat on the back. - So stop sulking, I'd be dancing in your shoes right now!
Of course, Erika immediately understood because she wasn't lacking in intelligence. But why not "play dumb" when dealing with such types.
- So, sir. You've come to the wrong place. There's a "Temple" here, you should go there. If you know the way, good, if not, ask someone.
After these words, Erika walked away...
- Wait! What's wrong with you? If you're talking about the Nanaists, I'm not interested in them. Would you want to wear someone else's socks? It's the same here. Let's just go for a walk, see the city?Heroist
Slightly calmed down, the student unlocks the door and goes out to talk. -Insho? No, I've never heard of it.
"Oh, I've read about this in books. Now they'll pin some serious crime on me, get a confession, and send me to the wasteland to feed the desert worms."
- Hmm... I see. In that case, I ask you to remain vigilant and if you suddenly notice any suspicious women near you, do not hesitate to ask for help. Sorry for the inconvenience and all the best.
- Hmm... I see. In that case, I ask you to remain vigilant and if you happen to notice any suspicious women nearby, don't hesitate to ask for help. Sorry for the inconvenience and all the best.
"Ha-ha, women all around me, that's all I notice every day." —This... sounded a bit strange, but okay, I'll be vigilant. Actually, I was away and only returned last night, so... maybe it's someone from my university classmates? I don't have any other assumptions. Thank you, and have a good day.
- Hold on! What's wrong with you? If you're talking about those "nanaiist" girls, I'm not interested. Would you want to wear someone else's socks? It's the same here. Let's just go for a walk and see the city?
"So, you want some fresh socks, you jerk... And how fresh is your own "sock," smart guy, just starting to explore these kinds of questions?" - thought Erika.
- I have a lot to do today, so it won't work out. But there's still a long way to go until the end of the semester, so there will be another opportunity to "see the city." And now, goodbye.
Erika no longer wants to talk to this guy, so she leaves. But not to the library, as she had planned, but to the transportation station.
That's it, no more conversations with this guy... At least not until the next visit to Sizki.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
The order to assassinate Druj might have pleased Camistella, but unfortunately, she was 8081 kilometers away from receiving such information.
The artist's proposal appealed to her to some extent. She wouldn't mind doing all sorts of things with Kimchilla, but unfortunately, Kimchilla had a rather interesting painting hanging in her mansion, and risking their established relationship for a pair of scissors would be quite unwise.
"Hmm, creative people sometimes become... complicated," the Lunarian shook her head. "What do you think of Mr. Faineant's idea, Ms. Kimchilla? If you happen to have such a desire, I wouldn't mind. Why did I clarify that? Just in case. I like to make things clear. You need to consider all possible outcomes in life, even the most exotic ones. Especially when you're talking to an artist. The world seems to live by different laws under Mr. Faineant.
However, it was becoming clear from Camistella's face that she didn't think the artist's proposal was appropriate.
"We need to hold on... Just a couple of days, and the duels will begin." If the previous elder was boring, then this elder was so energetic that it raised suspicions about him taking some "fun" substances, but the twelve-hour lectures didn't become any easier because of that. Ushumgallu is returning home.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- Dude, - Ghenza tapped his forehead with his knuckles. - For a person who comes up with brilliant ideas left and right, you can be quite clueless sometimes. Better leave this whole contrast thing with Tirke. What was it called?... - He snapped his fingers, trying hard to remember. - Wait, sec. He pulls out a guidebook and meticulously copies all the names he just saw, along with their intricate counterparts in their original form, then mutters to himself, running his finger along the newly written lines: - Aha! 明光 - Akimitsu, bright light. A-K. A-K-I, like Ako. A strange coincidence, by the way, but never mind. Get it? Right in your nickname! And here's another one - now I'll be a philosopher - "bright light." And we need to use the "rattle" at "night." What shines at night? The moon. And the moon is like the opposite of the sun, darkness, so it turns out that you've already become closer in meaning to Chernobog. Understand? The boss appreciated your desire and, from the height of his wisdom and authority, blessed you for this endeavor. He saw something in you, - he gives his friend a hearty pat on the back. - So stop sulking, I'd be dancing in your place!
- Oh-oh-oh, where did you get so smart?! - The delighted Girra = Akimitsu affectionately ruffled his friend's hair, completely forgetting about his wounds; perhaps he would have been even happier if he knew that the first hieroglyph in his new name consisted of two parts - the sun and the moon 👓, but alas - illiteracy is not so easily overcome. - Okay, let's go look for that weirdo. The weirdo, as predicted, was in the inner courtyard surrounded by sand. He was busy reading some book... The cover showed the title - "how to stop hair loss and prevent baldness." Despite the appearance of two pairs of new eyes, he didn't try to hide his reading from them.Heroist
"Ha-ha, I see women around me every day." —This... Sounded a bit strange, but okay, I'll keep it in mind. Actually, I was away and only returned at night, so... Maybe it's someone from my university classmates? I don't have any other assumptions. Thank you, and have a good day.
- It doesn't seem like she came from another city and acted as if she was your beloved. Well, that's not my business - just let us know if anything happens. The guard leaves Asmidul alone and disappears into the morning street. Zlobny Yashchur
"Oh, you want some fresh socks, you weirdo... And what kind of fresh socks do you have, smart guy, just starting to explore these issues?" - thought Erika.
- I have a lot to do today, so it won't work out. But there's still a long way to go before the end of the semester, so there will be another opportunity to "see the city." And now, goodbye.
Erika no longer wants to talk to this guy, so she leaves. But not to the library, as planned, but to the transport station.
- Okay, Erika-lecture, I'll be waiting for you! The guy smiled broadly and winked at the girl. She herself safely reaches the transport station an hour later. Graf Orlov
"I need to hold on... Just a couple of days, and the duels will begin." If the last old man was boring, this old man was so energetic that he aroused suspicion of taking some "fun" substances, but twelve-hour lectures didn't become any easier because of that. Ushumgallu returns home.
Ushumgallu safely returns to his temporary residence, and his next day soon begins.
Meanwhile, in one of the neighboring rooms, Iliman sat near the shield, recently splattered with sour cream, and was sad about something. - Oh gods... What am I doing with my life... Why did I even come to this world... Where did I go wrong? How insignificant I am... I'm no better than an ant... Somehow gathering his thoughts, he wiped the shield with a towel, and then panicked again, realizing that he didn't know what to do with this towel now. - Maybe throw it away? But they gave it to us at the administration... What if they ask where it went? A-a-a! What to do... What to do... Unable to find a solution, he hid the towel under the bed and went to sleep, not falling asleep until morning.AstralLein
The assassination order for Druzh could have pleased Kamistella, but, alas, she was 8081 kilometers away from being informed of such information.
The artist's proposal was partly to her liking. She would gladly do various things with Kimchilla, but, alas, the latter had a rather interesting painting hanging in her mansion, and risking their established relationship for a pair of scissors would be unwise.
- Hmm, creative people sometimes become... complicated, - the lunar girl shook her head. - What do you think of Mr. Faineant's idea, Ms. Kimchilla? If you happen to want to, I'm not against it. Why did I specify that? Just in case. I like to put dots on the "i." You need to consider all possible outcomes in life, even the most exotic ones. Especially when you talk to an artist. The world seems to live by different laws with Mr. Faineant.
However, it became clear from Kamistella's face that she did not consider the artist's proposal appropriate.
- I have a very good opinion of you, Lady Kamistella, but my lips don't open so easily by chance. - Kimchilla listened to the artist and her friend without any pronounced emotions on her face. - I don't even know how to help you, Mr. Faineant... It's not easy to live with your temperament and preferences. - Then... Do ten push-ups. I think that will help me a lot.
Added 3 minutes ago Forgot to write that, I guess.Author
Lacking alternatives, Insho goes to the transport station, waits for the stagecoach, and sets off for Sizki.
There is no direct route from Enlil to Sizki; you can get there via Faris or Sugar.
All the while on the way to Genza's lair, he flipped through his organizer and mentally rehearsed the name and proper form of address, so he showcased his newfound knowledge of the concepts: - Nemuyasu-san, - for a brief moment, he inwardly cringed at the thought that he might have still gotten something wrong in his strange, foreign-sounding name. - We were given a task and told to sharpen our claws and fangs. With his peripheral vision, he noted that he wasn't as bald as he thought, and with the peripheral area of his frontal lobe, he realized that perhaps the life of a reasonably mature individual would be more challenging than it seemed at first glance.
Camistella sighed with relief.
“That’s very good, Mistress Kimchilla,” the Lunarian smiled. “I’m afraid I don’t have enough strength to do ten push-ups. Besides… we’re outside, in case you’ve forgotten, Mr. Faineant.”
Well, Camistella had already regretted her desire to meet the artist ten times.
He’s gone completely mad! He’s gone completely mad!
– Ugh, why did I even wake up.
Thoughts about university this morning evoked a particular melancholy, and even the thought of having another chance to laugh at Pelenga’s jokes or proudly stroll past Zaviruška, flashing my saber, puffing out my chest, and winking suggestively, didn’t seem that appealing. I need a day off. Ushumgall is heading to Mazzard.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- It seems she came from another town and acted as if she were your beloved. Well, it's not my business - just let us know if anything happens. The guard leaves Asmidul alone and disappears into the morning street.
—Beloved... The guy closes the door and thoughtfully paces around the apartment. It's not even noon yet, and two mysteriously suspicious incidents have already happened to him. Deciding to carefully sort everything out, he starts with the second one:
"A strange woman somehow found out my name and address and wanted something. I still can't re-register the apartment, and a penniless student can't have money, so it must be something else. Trying to lure me into a sect? Trying to get me to take out a loan? Trying to involve me in a terrorist attack? Most likely. But where did they get my personal information? It must be a data breach. Or maybe government agencies leaked it to someone. Or maybe they stole it from the university."
Nodding affirmatively, he goes to adjust the curtain, while simultaneously pondering the first event:
"There could be three possibilities with the black knight. First, it was the real Sir Tann, and I've already been turned into an undead creature."
Approaching the mirror, he checks his pulse and breathing, makes sure his skin isn't rotting yet, and dismisses this version.
"Second, it was a trick by some kind of sorcerer-illusionist. I probably forgot to lock the front door before leaving, and he scared me with some kind of magic. This explains why it all seemed real, but I wasn't harmed. But there were no traces of strangers in the house. And why would a sorcerer waste time on pranks on a random student? It sounds unreliable."
The second theory is discarded. Returning to the bedroom, he takes a new set of the most decent clothes he has from the closet.
"So, the third option remains. I spent too much time with strange people, got carried away with that stupid painting, spent a sleepless night without dinner, and as a result, I imagined Anuzish or something and fainted. Ugh, it's embarrassing to even talk about it, I'm so weak."
Slightly saddened by this realization, the guy gets himself together and goes out again. First, he checks the mailbox.
I'll start working on the task on the first of the month. The "Piggies" have developed a habit of defecating explosives on internet servers, so activity will be very low (if there is any).
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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