Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- Rrrrr, woof!
...
Sitting and waiting for the owner of the house, Asmidul witnesses a meteor fall - the celestial body moved rapidly across the sky, leaving behind a beautiful and bright light, and then, upon contact with the invisible shield of Akonia, evaporated in a huge explosion, leaving no trace behind.

Camistella strains her memory, trying to recall what the Thrall Academy was like before the Haranian threat emerged, and at the same time, she wonders how the recruitment of defenders for her homeland is progressing.

- I doubt we'll have money for a hotel after all this, - Erika smirked.
- To the Temple? Well, maybe we can try... Shall we go?

- Thank you, brother, - says Genza, looking seriously into the receptionist's eyes. - For understanding me, and I understanding you. I understand your situation and will definitely pray for you, Shiri. Write down my name - Zibaba, son of Zabiba. If you want, tell me yours to make the prayer easier. But even if not, I think she won't miss.

- Mother Anuzish! - covering his ears from the noise, the guy jumped to his feet, watching the celestial being disintegrate. - Or maybe we don't need this "things were better before", huh?
With annoyance, he added to his to-do list that he should definitely buy a camera like Linshi's, and for now, he just sketched the fascinating spectacle in his diary.


- ... Well, what do you say? I'll call it "Aconia's Shield", future generations will admire it in a museum.

- Well, yes, and unlike Asuguh, here, no one will let you sleep for free in the city administration building, - Sheila shook her head, - this is one of the many reasons why Asuguh is better than all these strange countries.

The group arrives at the modest Temple of Arselia. Unlike other parts of the city, no one here takes money from travelers for anything, and one of the sisters provided them with a place to stay for the night, along with dinner, which was a meat soup.

- I must say, you have an artist's soul, - replied the Dog?... No, it was Inak, who had appeared behind him. - That was a beautiful explosion; you don't get to see that every day.

- I'll say that you're losing your artistic touch, - replied Dog.

—Ha-ha! Absolutely. —The embarrassed "artist" chuckled and quickly put the mess back in his bag. —Moments like these are perfect for inspiring creativity and philosophical reflection. Glad to see you're doing well! —He extends his hand, glancing at the fisherman to check for any accompanying inventory or catch.

"Ugh... Burst or crack, Asuguh is number one! In life and in this damned tournament. What a devil, he was already lying on the sand with both his shovels, and yet somehow he managed to hit me with his axe... I should have been more vigilant. Praise our wonderful guild and the glorious Zhyusyiksidzir! Brother Brazer was right." —thought the "vice-champion" on her way to the Temple. "I hope it's not made of human flesh? I've heard about these savages..." —thought Erika, starting her dinner.

- Hmm... It looks like a bird, could it be a harpy? - Gonor commented, trying the soup. - Well, it's quite appetizing.
- And I wouldn't mind some scorpions with a mug of beer right now. - Nearby, at a table, sat Bibisu Lezedi, who had lost. Catching Iliman's disgusted look, she smirked. - Never tried it? It's very tasty, and most importantly, it's convenient. When you cook them, the scorpion's organs and venom evaporate, so you won't find any bones to interfere with your meal, and they crunch so nicely and taste very tender.

- Well, that was a fun trip. I recommend you take this image in and remember it during moments when some silly thought comes to mind. And I will do the same, - she tries to visually assess, to the best of her ability with a quick, unprofessional glance, what her condition is, besides being oblivious.