Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

The basement was cool and, in a way, quite cozy – it was spacious, well-lit, and tidy. Its contents were neatly and methodically arranged on different shelves. Among other things, Asmidul finds cured pork, jam made from various berries and fruits, pickled cucumbers and tomatoes, wines, honey, canned goods, and various other items.
- The seamstress recently came to mend my trousers and told me something strange. She asked if it was possible to sew a severed head back on or something like that.

—Ah, yes, I heard about that. In such a state of mind, a person might leave and never return... Do you think the transport station workers might remember her?
Asmidul picks up some canned goods and sweets for tea. Going upstairs, he pours the steaming contents into cups, remembering the cutlery.
- Would you like honey or jam with your tea?

—Yeah, I heard that. In such a state of mind, a person might leave and never return... Do you think the transport station staff could remember her?
Asmidul gathers canned goods and sweets for tea. He goes upstairs, pours the steaming contents into cups, and doesn't forget the cutlery.
—Would you like honey or jam?

—She probably read too many of those young people's horror stories and now she's thinking about all sorts of nonsense. She would have been better off studying a textbook on mining, and it would have been beneficial and she would have been more at peace. I think they would remember her, and let it be strawberry jam.

- Remember when I called you my mate? Not much time has passed, and I've been thinking a lot about it, but I couldn't find an answer as to why I said that. Because I've always considered myself the type of person who recognizes a mate through a fight. Or swords, but we haven't really crossed them. But nevertheless... Seeing you here, I was genuinely happy, even if it would cause me some inconvenience. Maybe it was your sad story that resonated with me at that moment. It might even be completely made up and specifically designed – actually, I don't think so; I feel like I perceive you as a person – but considering my life experience, I admit that it's possible. It doesn't matter. I feel that it's not the case, and that's what matters.
Ghenza opens his mouth slightly, then immediately closes it and covers it with his hand:
- Damn... Why did I say all that? Now it'll seem like I was setting the stage. Never mind... Forget it. Stupid head, - he scratches his hair furiously. - Anyway. What I wanted to say is... I... - he opens his mouth again, but the words don't come out. Then he takes off Kusariku's ruby ring and holds it up to the light. - As far as I understand, you're not a poor man. Especially after today. And as you know, rich people... - he confidently raises his finger in the air and pauses, then slumps. - Never mind, I've never been rich, and I haven't had such acquaintances, so I don't know. I admit, I'm as good a merchant as I am at making candy out of manure. My father was an adventurer, and he probably could have come up with something like that and assessed the item more accurately, but I'm not one of them. And yet. As I see it, rich people get more pleasure from the awareness of owning unique things than from a specific amount of gold. Things that have their own history, inaccessible to others. At certain points, you reach certain values, beyond which your previous needs feel insignificant, don't they? And they increase. Anyway. I absolutely need you to buy this ring for 800... - he counts something on his fingers. - Ideally, for... 1200 gold, - he checks with the estimate in his notebook. - Yes... This is the minimum, - looking into the eyes of his interlocutor, he realizes that he has said something completely ridiculous. - So! You will, of course, think at first glance that this is a trinket. But! In reality, this is the ring of the king Serri himself, which he wore on his finger until the very end. Kusariku was his name... I... wouldn't want to tell you how I got it. Let's just say that this money will not go to satisfying my whims, like casinos or hostess clubs, or paying off sharks. Ideally, I would like to keep it for all my descendants... - he holds his finger in the air. - Those I know. But... I have no other "honest" options. So... Please, Tailocchi. Could you do this for me, just this once?... I understand that I'm asking a lot, but still.

- She probably read too many of those modern horror stories and now she's thinking about all sorts of nonsense. She should have studied a textbook on mining instead – it would have been useful, and she would have felt better. I think she should remember that, and then she can have some strawberry jam.

—Aya, she's not that kind of young person... —"Actually, she could have come up with something, but unfortunately, I know that's not the case." —She's one of those decent, hardworking foreigners who don't skip work, don't live on benefits, and don't harass the local population.
She takes tea with jam for her grandfather and tea with honey for herself, then returns to her room.
—Here, please enjoy. And I, in the meantime, have mastered the basics of church affairs...

- Aren't we doing that right now? - The pirate tilted his head. - I mean, we're talking.
At that moment, Tailo's Erica appeared near them.
- Congratulations! - He says to her. - Second place can also be considered a prize.

"This jerk from "Desire" - is he his accomplice or something? Or are they all working together as a "group" here, engaging in theft? No, that can't be... They would probably have their heads chopped off for something like that..."

- Uh-huh. A prize. The prize is minus 200 reputation and minus a little charm. Not bad "negative" prizes, right? - Erica smirked sarcastically.

Whispering:
- Listen, buddy... I was watching the first match of our winner, and at that moment, I lost something. I have no idea how it could have happened. You were right next to me at that moment and were talking to me. Could you help me find it? Maybe you saw me drop it, or something? I'd like to quietly get it back and forget about what happened, as if it never happened at all.
Because the tournament was already closed due to some kind of fight, it's scary to think what Mr. Ginze might come up with if we also report the loss... I think "unnecessary fuss" is not needed here, right?

—Aya, she's not that kind of young person... —"Actually, she could have come up with that, but unfortunately, I know that's not the case." —She's one of those decent, hardworking foreigners who don't skip work, don't live off welfare, and don't harass the local population.
She takes tea with jam for her grandfather and tea with honey for herself, then returns to her room.
—Here, please, have some... And by the way, I've mastered the art of church bell ringing during this time, albeit only at a basic level...

- Oh! That's great! Ouch... - Lucon tried to get up, but the pain in his back prevented him from doing so. - Aaaah... I think this is the end for me. If I had known it would come to this, I wouldn't have refused the island gymnastics they offered me in the past.

Oh! You did well! Ouch... - Lucon tried to get up, but the pain in his back prevented him from doing so. - Aah... I think this is the end for me. If I had known it would come to this, I wouldn't have refused the island gymnastics they offered me in the past.

—You'll outlive everyone who's ever sailed! Lie down, lie down, let me put a pillow under you; you can even drink tea while sitting up. My grandfather used to say that as soon as you can't answer the question of why you should open your eyes in the morning, your life is over. But I still have so much to learn from you, so you can't end your life yet!

- Oh... The last time I was this popular was when the ships of Mindjin and Marcell were chasing my "Laughing Loser"! - The pirate clapped his hands cheerfully. - I'm always happy to help," he says to Ericka, "let's go look, two pairs of eyes are better than one, we can even try to get someone else involved in this, I think there are plenty of caring people among us, but first, let's deal with John, that is, Zibab. - He shifts his attention to Genza. - No argument: the ring is cool! But you're right - you're no good as a merchant. 1200 rem! Even someone with an intelligence of one wouldn't agree to such a deal, and I may not be a genius, and many say I'm frankly a bit slow, but I have a good eye for value. - Looking at the ring more closely, he nods. - According to the greedy lady, Ruzaniel, it would be worth twenty-five times less, or even fifty. 1200 rem! - Repeating this number again, he barely holds back a laugh, but then his face takes on a slightly more serious expression. - Tell me what you really need the silver for, and then maybe I'll have something to think about. 1200 rem... Pff...

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- You'll outlive all the newcomers! Lie down, lie down, let me put a pillow under you, you can even drink tea sitting up. My grandfather used to say that as soon as you can't answer the question of why you open your eyes in the morning, your life will end. And I still have so much to learn from you, so you can't end your life yet!

- Oh, thank you... - The old man sincerely thanked the young man and took a slightly more comfortable position for conversation and eating. - Tell me, Asmidul, what do you open your eyes for in the morning?

Kamistella's face clearly showed that she was genuinely impressed by the resilience of the Rinzeite cult.

"Impressive," the Lunarian even clapped her hands. "So, I suggest we make our first joint trip. I want to visit the glorious city of Ninamiat."

Fortunately for Asmidul, Kamistella, engrossed in her new bodyguard, had temporarily forgotten about her plans for a powerful and ruthless denunciation.

🐱🐲: Who wants Camistella to visit Thais?
🎪🏹: 🖐
⛓️♿: 🖐
🐱🐲: 🖐
🎪🏹: I want to see how Thais has changed over the summer!
⛓️♿: I just want to see Thais.
🐱🐲: I want Camistella to become a Rinzeite.
⛓️♿: You're so mean.
🎪🏹: F***ing Rinze.
🐱🐲: Oh, come on. I'm even disappointed that she's not a Rinzeite. In memory of Keliandra, Vortex... Was Mellen a Rinzeite?
🎪🏹: I don't remember.
⛓️♿: In memory of Keliandra, I can find a cake and champagne, buy confetti and festive hats, and sing a song.



🐱🐲: And yet you call me mean.

Mellen wasn't there, so the tradition was broken even in AA.

"Is he kidding me?" thought Erika, just in case, checking her belongings... "John Zibaba? What the hell made him call Zibaba John? It seems Zibaba isn't his real name. Or maybe they all have fake names? Could it be that someone from the 'passionate' group is secretly involved in 'shady dealings' with this pirate?" "Okay, I won't interfere..." Erika stepped aside and decided to cast a spell to detect magic on the pirate...

The pirate reeked of curses and magic.

- Oh, thank you... - The old man sincerely thanked the young man and took a slightly more comfortable position for conversation and a meal. - Tell me, Asmidul, what motivates you to wake up in the morning?

—Hmm... Um, hmm, um... —the young man pondered, helping the miner with tea and refreshments. —Right now, I have an important research project that I must complete at all costs, but in general... I suppose it's for new experiences! New knowledge, new skills, new inventions, new experiences, new friends, or even love, heh-heh - though that's unlikely, but I still have so much to discover, create, and acquire that I can't possibly turn into inanimate matter. I wouldn't want to part with my physical form until I can confidently say: "I have accomplished everything I planned." Well, if I don't manage to do it, then... as one wise man said, "tough luck."

The pirate reeked of curses and magic.

Erica casts a spell to detect magic on her witch boots and tries to determine if there is anything in common with what she "sensed" from the pirate...