Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

—Wow! Top-notch products for the price in all of Asuga. —he examines the assortment in surprise. —Tell me, what's your secret?

The old man began to list the secrets of his trade.
- I'm not a bourgeois pig, I'm not trying to make a profit - I earn enough to live on, I have a good memory for faces, I don't sell the same goods to the same people twice, and I don't have to pay for a house or taxes or rent.

- You can't imagine how much they ripped me off at the Sugarian market.

Camistella considers which spell would allow her to infiltrate the house with the least amount of damage. The door was unlikely to be made of metal, and windows still exist.

—Bravo, it’s rare to see a responsible entrepreneur these days. —He clapped twice. —You have no idea how much they ripped me off at the Sugar Market; it seems people have completely lost all sense of shame and conscience. I would have bought boots, a cloak, a bomb, a helmet, and gloves.

Camistella is considering which spell would allow her to infiltrate the house with the least amount of damage. The door was unlikely to be made of metal, and windows still exist.

Camistella shrugs and breaks the lock with an air blast. In case of anything, the dark aura of the house and her affiliation with the Guild of Wonders could justify her actions.

- Aha.
The merchant didn't say anything else.
-65 rem.

Having considered this theory, Genza shrugs:
- So, it turns out that we did choose correctly after all. I believe in money, just as I believe in power, but especially in its extreme form, - he raises the hilt of his bloodstained sword from its scabbard, showing a couple of centimeters of steel. - Throw a rich man, an aristocrat, and a commoner with a weapon into the desert; which of them will have more power over others? Money is good as long as it can be used - until you encounter someone richer, or someone who simply doesn't care about it in this situation. A noble lineage matters if the common people recognize it, until you are betrayed or put on a pitchfork. And only a blade, and the calloused hand that wields it, will always obey you without reservation, and no flashy, golden armor will save you when it finds the right opening. This method is more difficult, but also more reliable, - the blade is sheathed. - But it didn't destroy us. Spend some time in the pit, and you'll start to look at things from a different angle.

He rubbed his nose, which was just starting to heal, and moved his neck, which caused a dull pain throughout his body.
- Maybe I really should visit Hige... If I can muster the courage to show up on his doorstep. Will you be around here in the near future?

Erik and Ushumgall are assigned to the same ward where their three familiar comrades already were. They didn't seem very talkative.