Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks
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- What the hell? What the heck happened over there? Are they celebrating the end of the tournament like that? I'd think they were busy searching for my stolen thing, but my presence here kind of hints that it's not about that...
- What did they want from you? What questions did they ask?
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
What are you doing here?..
- Bro. Wasn't it you who headbutted the bartender?
- And I... We were just peacefully sleeping with his, - he nods towards Ushumgall again, - friends in the temple. The guards arrived, apprehended us, didn't say anything, just took our belongings. And now I'm here...
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
"Well, now she's been mentioned."
Anlak clearly wasn't lucky in life... I wonder why?
Admiring the long history of Father Asuguh, Kamistella decided to read more about Anlak and find out all the available facts about the current king's wife. By the way, she caused depression for Faineantu and Kimchilla!
There is nothing about the king's wife in the library, but it seems that this is not due to Milahi's incompetence, but for some other reason.
- My name is Enbilulu, - he introduced himself, - and I have something to confess to you, young man. I love knives, but few people know about it, because all the curious residents of our country, as well as tourists from afar, avoid my store and only unburdened housewives and low-level warriors visit it, seeking Adventure and Novelty. I understand that something like the Phantom Shadow in Ninamiate is much more interesting, but it is very difficult to acquire such an assortment, you understand, right? But regardless, tell me, would you like to take an interview with me?
—Hello, Enbilulu. Yes, I visited here last year, but it was a confusing time, so you probably won't remember. —the suspicious merchant listened, puzzled. —And what's with the interview? You might not be able to tell by my appearance, but I'm not an accredited journalist, and I don't represent any publication…
When the prisoner runs out of fingernails, he will be thrown into the Dungeon, and since there were too many arrests today, he ends up in the same cell where Ushumgallu and Erika were.
- Ask something simpler. They grab you on the street and torture you. This Genza, or whatever his name is, is just a madman. He runs around like he's possessed, and any minute now he'll start dismembering everyone left and right, - Genza sighed heavily and leaned against the wall, tilting his head back. - And what are you doing here? - he narrowed his eyes at the third neighbor. - Brother. And isn't it you who bashed the bartender's head in?
- Concussed... I didn't understand much, the conversation didn't really work out, he just yelled and growled. But it seems someone disappeared. Maybe someone's respected relative.
The new neighbor was clearly lying – it's not just that he was the only one whose fingernails were ripped out, but since he somehow angered Ginza, he has the right to keep secrets. At least until Ushumgallu himself gets drawn into this mess, whatever it may be.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers