Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

For now, it's not possible to estimate the weak points of the armor based on what was seen in previous battles.
The pirate odds were 1.5 for both fights.

A weak, elderly voice answered the knock on the door of the right house.
- Who's there?... Although, what difference does it make, come in. Even if it's a thief or a murderer, I won't be able to defend myself. Ugh.

for both battles

—Lucon? Are you alright? It’s me, Asmidul. —a worried young man enters the house.

The worried guy found Lucon on the surface of the bed. He was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling.
- Oh, it's you. Well, hello, long time no see. - Although the miner was talking to the guest, his head was still facing the same direction as before. - My lower back and neck are hurting, so if you want some tea or a snack, you'll have to get it yourself.

—Well, that's something... Must be the weather, right? —The guy sat down next to the bed, taking a stool. —And why do you need to defend yourself? Have bad people already been around?

- Not yet, but everything happens for the first time, especially now with so many newcomers in the country. - He sighs. - I wouldn't advise you to get old, Asmidul. There's nothing pleasant about it.

—There was actually one hanging around nearby, about my height and age, with rings on all his fingers. Don't you recognize him? —he sighs, but in a spirited way. —So what else is there to do, become undead or die of old age?