Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

– Excellent technique! – Camistella clapped her hands. – You are in great physical shape, my friend. As for necromancy... many of us have been there. The power over death seems alluring until you see it firsthand.

First, Erika goes to the cold steel. If she makes it there safely, she takes the bento and the Asugah helmet (putting it on instead of the steel one), and then goes to the Temple.

Erika was interested in resuming travel to Onkaiha in the capital...

– Yeah, yeah. But you know, sometimes it's nice to reprogram something to suit your needs, don't you think? No negativity – just showing her that there is more to life than what has upset her, and gradually guiding her towards the light, so to speak, – he stroked his chin. – Yes, there is also the concept that "you can't fix her." I mostly agree with that, but sometimes you can dream. The main thing is not to lose your mind and not to turn a desire into fanaticism, that's what I'm talking about.

– Ho! That's the same idea that just came to my mind! – Ghenza lowered his head so that his hair completely covered his eyes. – I... ... ... The one who brings existential horror to the Calcite people... The one that mothers scare their children with... I didn't want to do this. But fate chose my hand to be the scythe of the executioner... I cannot avoid this hurricane... But I don't want to either. My resentment will be avenged, this world will be cleansed of the bio-garbage that suffocates it. My two blades have taken the lives of tens of thousands of enemies, and they are not going to stop... And the gods will not help you... – he turned dramatically towards the door. – ...Well, how is it? In general, I came up with it myself, but now I see Hiso and I think – maybe it somehow stuck in my mind? I don't think I felt anything like that, but who knows.

– Listen, guys, I was looking at the list of locations and I thought... – he pauses, confused. – Since this situation has arisen, I'll go to you know where. Yes, it's not safe, and it's unlikely that anything is left there that hasn't been licked clean by Ginza and his gas-sniffers, but I need to get some closure. Otherwise, this story will haunt me for the rest of my life. This will definitely not happen, but who knows, maybe I'll get some hint or clue about the whole situation. I'm telling you this in case I don't come back – if you find some new mushroom in the area, you'll know that it's me.

—Each era has its own terminators. Who knows, maybe in the next decade, it will be our turn to boast about our strengths without any reservations. —he nods, adding a quote to his own worthy diary. —Perhaps it was worth it, and it was done right in Niamiata, so as not to end up in quarantine later and find out that they didn't have anything extra left. Well, what's done is done. I still wanted to visit the Tung refugees, I don't know if they are working.

- Ho-ho-ho!
No, this voice didn't belong to Shikichi, but to Asmidul Paritsa, who appeared behind him.

- You came at just the right time, ho-hoh! Because we are working! Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
- Don't worry, Asmidul. I don't sense any bad intentions from this woman.
- Of course! Bad intentions and Tung are, ho-ho, an impossible combination!

Erica enters the Temple, a place she knows well. The atmosphere inside was even gloomier than usual. Brother Brazer was sitting on the moss-covered floor, lost in thought.

—Oh, my... —if this young man were three decades older, his story would have ended here, but this time he only experienced a slight shiver. —Dreams come true... H-hello. Ha-ha. Or ho-ho. Whew, I really could start stuttering again, just like last year.

The Erudite took a deep breath and looked at Shikichi:
—That's a very useful ability you have! I wouldn't want to find such thoughts in our good neighbors, whom, unfortunately, we let down and left to their own devices. Hmm, did you feel anything from someone we've encountered before, someone we've crossed paths with?

Then he turns back to the wonderful woman:
—I'm glad to see that you haven't lost your positive attitude! This is a surprisingly rare and inspiring thing in these times. Since you're working, would you mind showing us around and showing us the goods?

- Wouldn't it be great if we could reprogram those Haran hags and Felicia Lungwort? Maybe then they wouldn't have to kill each other. What do you think of her, by the way? Or haven't you seen the photos and pictures?

- I... It turns out... I'm doing... Better... I won't do this again, because... It's embarrassing... Maybe I... Should just be quiet... My subordinates are already trying... To avoid me...

- Hmm? Okay, go ahead. If anything happens, we'll find you, don't worry, but if you really want, I can go with you.

- Brother Brazer, good day.

—Hmm... I think you used to sell simple skill notebooks... Or are they no longer compatible with our premium journals? And also, are there no more candies left?

- No, I haven't seen. She's definitely an old woman.

- I'll assess the situation myself. It's better not to attract unnecessary attention, - nodding to the kents, he heads towards the flower garden, remaining unnoticed.

– You always have an ironclad excuse that you are a man of art, – the Lunarian shrugged, – by the way, about temporary housing. The three of you and someone else have joined my 69th squad under the command of Commander Ushumgallu. I think you'll like the number. And tomorrow, we will all set off for the next destination.

- Greetings... ... ...

- Oh-ho-ho, they are no longer trendy! Young people prefer premium products! There really aren't any more candies!
- So, are there no more simple "early" notebooks for sale? - the samurai decided to clarify.
- Ho-ho, and you are very observant! There are none in stock, but I could make one to order, oh-ho-ho.