🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

Looking from afar at Kira and her students, she concluded that they would be discussing their "plan of action" for a long time and headed to Mazzard.

-- Perhaps the magnificent Queen Calcite will finally have the brilliant idea that without her serious involvement, the last thing separating her country from the hordes of the undead may fall, right? -- Ushumgallu grinned. His comrades are probably completely confused, wondering whether he is mocking Felicia, admiring her, or has fallen in love with her, as his words about her always mix sarcasm with praise. -- Well, there is still time before the Tournaments. A couple of days to travel, and we will inevitably have to stay in Sugar for a while, and then a few days in the capital. Who is going where?

- I will be your... Main reader... Now, the main thing is not to let our bodies be devoured by the sands and... to live to see that day... By the way... - Leaning closer, Hisoka whispers in the sand dog's ear. - And what do you think about... Zumi... I think she has become more beautiful... over the past few months...

- I can't find the words in my vocabulary to counter this wisdom, but nevertheless, Nee-san kept hammering into my head the exact opposite, that I am first and foremost a blade, and only then everything else. - Judging by everything, Kami was talking about Yuami, whom they had seen just a few minutes ago. - So you'll have to be our guide in the land of cannibals, cannibalistic sands, and cannibalistic sandstorms. But! - He suddenly raised his index finger. - Don't think that I'm some kind of calcitophobe. In fact, I am a staunch supporter of equality, so I hate everyone equally.

Hisoka orders "Fun," Kami orders "Terron's Might" with wine, and Zumi orders a live octopus.
- We all have such different tastes. - The samurai noticed, looking at the completely different dishes on the table. - Jack, you should have spared your stomach before the trip, otherwise something unpleasant might happen on the road. Zibab, yes, there will still be time, there are only six hours left to Shina.

—Wow, so Svirka decided to release her own card game? That's great! I remember, last year we briefly discussed it, and I even have some cards somewhere. —he said with a slight enthusiasm, patting his travel bag, which, in addition to the sets, also contained an exclusive photograph of the inventor herself. —I would gladly participate!

Can I ask my supervisor, before sending someone on a mission, which specific residents should be interviewed? And are there any other tips or criteria?

Erica decided to first "inspect" the area for magic, and then decide whether to enter or not.

The test results show no magical reaction.

- It has always been there. Polishing the emerald isn't necessary; you just need to be willing to look, even if you don't want to.

- You think progressively, like a university student. Let's crush those cannibals, because we have not two, but four blades!

- Maybe this is his last unique opportunity to try tungo food. And I eat everything; I once ate octopus and squid just for fun, - Vode nods. - I don't know about octopuses, but one guy told me a theory that squids flew to us from outer space a thousand years ago. But I think, whether they came from the sky or the abyss, the main thing is that they're delicious.

Well, guys, let's toast to the success of our venture, - after carefully measuring out his portion on his cutlery, he confidently and with appetite throws it into the fire and gives an evaluative judgment. - I definitely wouldn't call this a mistake. Listen, there's only one thing left to figure out - does anyone know if there's transportation to this citadel, or is it right there, or will we have to wander through the desert? It's hard to tell from the map.

- The Calcite are savage and bloodthirsty; the desert winds have dried up their hearts. In times of famine, their mothers feed them with their own blood, and when they, already grown, devour their own kind, their strength increases with each terrible meal. They feel no pain and will fight until their hearts stop or their heads are cut off. The worst of them will gather in the citadel on the Day of the Great Massacre, on the twelfth day of the first month. It may happen that after this day, none of us will see another sunrise...
Ushumgallu chuckled menacingly.
- Just kidding. It's a good idea, but let's not go to Ruzaniel last. Otherwise, they'll pick our pockets faster than in the Temple of the All-Good Nammu Ai, and moreover, we'll probably like it.

—The butterfly effect in action! —the southerner commented with a businesslike and ironic tone, accepting the miraculous drink. —Thank you. Mmm! —He thanked the hosts again and turned his attention to the card deck. —I dare to suggest that the suits are not named after the basic elements for no reason?