Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

—So, what’s the point of these photos? I hope you don’t think I’m the kind of person who would contribute to the moral degradation of a decent woman? —he looks around and adds, much quieter: —You’re squeezing the last bit of money out of a poor student, my dear. But only for the sake of scientific interest in the foreign contingent. In the name of Asuguh and the king-father, you could say. —He rummages in his pocket, looking for some change. —Let’s take a look at your “goods.”

- Oh, what a waste... - Gen shrugs, realizing that he was speaking more into the void. - ...Good luck, friend. I hope you meet her.
He scratches his head, shakes his head, and still goes into the dining hall.

- No, of course not, what are you talking about? I would never... Everything I do is decent, and I wouldn't be ashamed to show it to friends or even my parents.
The stranger greedily takes the money and hands the impoverished student a photo.

—An interesting shot. I wonder how it was taken? Did the photographer also jump, or was the camera suspended from the ceiling with a rope? —He examines the photograph for a minute, concluding that it probably isn't worth ten points, but he wouldn't mind giving it an eight and a half at some contest. —You should act less suspiciously, otherwise you won't earn much.

It sounded reasonable. With the questions out of the way, he can finally get a receipt for the certificate of closed tactics.

—Hello, —it would be very difficult not to greet such a waitress with a smile, so the young man did so with pleasure, realizing that he was hungrier than he thought. —You have a cool place, —he flipped through the brochure. —And this about the portrait—is it like, you can take it home?

Camistella remembers whether she filed the documents off-screen, and, regardless of the outcome, summons all the staff of the mansion. Naturally, she also designates it as her main residence and... equips Water Bolt in a spell slot.

- I want everything! But I don't have that much free time, and it won't take half a day, will it? If not, then besides that, I'll take beer and miso, - he points with his finger to the only items on the menu. - Ugh, there's meat too. And... this is for cleaning ears and shoes. Ha-ha, I hope it's not with the same brush! And what's your name, if you don't mind? My name is Gen. Just curious; you see, sometimes I associate a pleasant person's name with their affiliation, and when I remember it, I immediately think - "this is a good place, I would recommend it to all my acquaintances!". Well, that's how it works sometimes.

– So, another Druid? Or was everything here based on the authority of one person? – Kamistella asked sarcastically into the void.

After some time, Bertora finishes the portrait of Genza.

Why does the Void need anything? You have the "best friend in the world" - Nebos (who is a mushroom).

- I don't see anything suspicious...
Frowning, the merchant disappeared into the everyday routine. He ignored both questions for one reason or another.
Asmidul reaches the library without any new encounters, and with him, Ferrus - unfortunately, a day earlier (both had 8 am).

For a moment, the Lunar was overcome by an obsessive desire to burn the mansion to the ground, but she overcame it.