Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

- I probably won't live that long. For some reason, lately I feel like I don't have much time left, - he rubbed his sore neck, which was cut a year ago near the phantom shop. - What's the situation? I don't know for sure, but it's most likely Zumi... Maybe you could punch me in the face. Although that's the least I deserve.

- Seven times the markup in a year? - he nods at the scroll, addressing the anonymous merchant. - What are they made of?...

Ginza here runs around in Scar's armor, can you imagine?..

- I spent some time thinking about how I could have played that situation differently. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that almost any option would have been terrible. The only somewhat reliable option was the one Zumi suggested – do everything upon arrival and leave. If only I had listened... Damn, the higher-ups are just as bad. They could have given us more information, instead of sending us in blind, not knowing what we were getting into. - Genza slammed his fist on the table in anger, and hissed in pain; he took off his glove and wiped the blood from the reopened scars with a handkerchief.
- My list has grown by two names. The names of those whose guts I will one day slice with a razor, - this statement was in the realm of fantasy. - Somehow, every day it looks less and less like Asuguh will survive... And what about Thunder?

—So, are you saying I have to mine the shaft later with a scroll? —he gripped the pickaxe tighter. —I don't see much demand around here, as sad as it sounds. Only observers are left, and they don't need it. Let's agree on three hundred, you know you won't be able to sell it to anyone else. In any case, you'll still take a fourfold profit home, and you'll please your children and wife.

I'll use the ability one more time.

Genza took out a cube from Gura, turned it in his hand, examining each of its faces. He threw it on the table - it landed on black.
- They say that the night is darkest just before dawn. When I was sitting in the pit, I rethought this expression, - he sighed wearily. - Everything is clear... What are the next plans?

(Can I get a merchant's discount? )

— My reasonable friend, — he wanted to slap the trader on the back but decided it would be too informal, — By doing this, you may be saving many innocent souls! Or more likely, it will gather dust in a bag until it becomes prey for bandits. Be that as it may, our Mother Goddess sees everything; this will surely be credited to your account.

Checking just in case his pockets weren't picked by the market-goer's accomplices during the deal, he returns to the station, this time setting course for Enlil.

Or he doesn't, if Asmidul is coming to visit. Then he waits for the meeting.

Completely lost in the timelessness of day and night, he decides to go to his acquaintance's mansion, exchange news, if he finds her at home.