Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- It was that wealthy artist who suggested a good idea to the one who paid for the second one's healing. He's an acquaintance of my friend. We both went through "training" together in our guild. She must have told him about my "tricks." I guess I'll call it... "The Asugukh Bathhouse," there! - Erika laughed.
- So... he must have listened to the artist. Especially since he had the good fortune to personally observe it on his "partner." He thought about it, and... made the right decision...
- What am I going to tell my friend about the stolen monocle now... - Erika added with a sigh.

Ignoring the stares, he presents a list totaling 900:
- 4 boots;
- 4 cloaks;
- 2 antidotes, 2 burn remedies, 2 bandages;
- 1 sound device;
- 2 healing flasks.

- See, it wasn't for nothing that I was late! Listen, buddy, we're buying in bulk, maybe you can throw in a smoke bomb as a favor? As a bonus, - Ghenza smiles radiantly at the seller. - I wouldn't buy it otherwise, it's a specific item, but let me paint you a picture: we encounter some villains, and I think we'll take them down, we're tough guys, but what if we don't? And this gear falls into their hands, and who knows what might happen - maybe one of your acquaintances will suffer because of it, and that wouldn't be good. But if I did, I'd tell all my two hundred friends what awesome gear you have, it saves lives where nothing else can, you'll get tired of counting the straps. What do you say?

- The Asugukh bathhouse is impressive. - Sheila nodded approvingly.
- A true friend should understand everything. - Erik Illiman tried to encourage Erika. - And forgive...

- Luckily, I have a pocket full of bombs,” said the pirate, prepared for all sorts of life situations, as he pays for the contents of the estimate, “so, shall we go?
- ... We need to first... discuss a couple of things...” A voice came from behind the mask, and when the seller was out of earshot, he continued. - ... I suggest using my hypnosis... It's easier to transport a sleeping prisoner... And we need to decide who will carry her...
- Yes, that's an important point,” Kami agreed. - It should be the weakest of us in terms of combat. - He looks at the three of them. - Who is that?

- Thank you, Illiman, for your continued support. Well, what else can she do... Especially since the guards here don't seem to be in a hurry to do their job...

- Well, listen...
- The first option works, and I know that for sure, - he nods at the first point and adds about the second. - This needs to be taken into account, but there's another nuance - who is less likely to have their face ripped off. The journey is going to be difficult, and Si is no longer with us, so we need to conserve our strength as much as possible. Besides, humans aren't very well suited for fighting in the sand; agility is needed. Of the three of us, Jack has the best chance of not getting a blade or something worse in these conditions, so he'll be in the front. As for me... I'll probably get a few slaps, but I'm used to it. I'll go with him; we work well together. So, you have the most important task - to keep our VIP safe, - Genza pats Kami on the shoulder, then dreamily raises his eyes to the twilight sky. - Spending time with a beautiful woman in the fresh air is not a journey, but a dream. Let's see how it goes; if necessary, we'll switch positions depending on the situation. For now, that's the plan.

- Yeah, I've been there. It's clean and tidy, as if someone decided to clean up before leaving, which only confirms the theory that she decided to leave and that nothing sinister actually happened. I also heard about the head... Something about her neck being reddish in the last few days, as if a spot she was scratching had been scratched with her nails.

—This is even stranger. It looks like some kind of psychosis, or maybe I was wrong in my conclusions… —Asmidul pondered for a moment, then his gaze fell on the creature that destroys treats: —Oh! Have you tried taking the Hound with you? If this beast picks up the scent, we'll find it in no time.

Ha-ha, the Hand's hounds are much better equipped for this task, so I didn't think the Hound's help was necessary, but maybe I was wrong.

—The Hounds of the Hand, like the Hand itself, think in predictable patterns, and their sense of smell, after years of service, has turned into a monotonous, routine existence. For such a task, personal interest is important. If we don't try, we'll never know, right? —the young detective said, his eyes lighting up. —Hmm, do you have any of the victim's belongings?

- He would have been better off keeping an eye on his guards instead of focusing on the tournaments. He was also on the list of participants, which is strange.
- Perhaps he wanted to get "closer to the people," - Honore shrugged, responding to Sheila's remarks. - Either way, it was a valuable experience.