Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

Poison is only effective against creatures of lower races.

The expert items were of a whimsical design – pink with white polka dots, black with pink hearts, green and white stripes, white with a blue bow, completely white, and so on. The wardrobe itself was half elegant and half casual – you could find something that a graceful aristocrat might wear, as well as something that could easily be seen on random female residents of Asugukh. Accessories were similar – there were both expensive-looking pieces and handmade trinkets that could be bought at the market in Sizki for one rem. Perhaps the owner of the house either had no idea of the value of things or simply didn't care about them. There were stuffed toys – a piglet, a shark, a dolphin, a teacher, a caterpillar, a kawaii centipede. The food, most likely, disappeared along with the flowers and plants that were previously around the house. Judging by the books on the shelves, she was interested in fairy tales, 13+ novels, "do-it-yourself" guides, biology, astronomy, and various random subjects.

- And how do you "direct ships onto reefs"? Do you telepathically send commands to the captains "where to go"? - Erika might have laughed in a different situation, but she wasn't in the mood for laughter...

- You could say that, but it's probably more accurate to say that I influence their fate. And maybe, in some way, the weather too.

- For example, "send Calcite to the bottom"?

- Calcite is too large and is part of an entire continent; even the Mistress would find it difficult, especially since she hasn't fully awakened yet.

- Thank you. I haven't gone beyond that yet... Oh, I remembered! I need to invite someone for a walk. But only... it won't be very romantic in a frontline city...

- Ho-ho! Beyond that, it depends on the character of your companion, which you need to determine in advance! Some might find a walk boring, while others will enjoy it very much, oh my! But the most important thing is, - the guy frees his hand from hers, - don't expect much in these parts if you're not willing to spend some money, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

That night, nothing happened between Camistella and the Scraims.

While Camistella was spending time in the land of dreams, Phainant was chatting with Bibis and Bivis. - Strange creature, - the green one poured another mug of Calcite beer into himself, - I thought we wouldn't get anything out of it, and that we could only grab it by force, but look at that. - You have many more such discoveries ahead of you, my dear friend! - The artist also took a sip of beer, ate a piece of meat skewered on a knife, and patted the Scraim on the head, - I am absolutely sure that right now, some ordinary Asugukh guy is melancholically dreaming about holding hands with his one and only, while the hateful newcomers like you two are doing to her what you just did to Cami. Or even better - it is quite possible that this very one and only is Cami. She is a popular lady, and while the crowds of Asugukh people are independently growing their pods, the object of their adoration is in your hands. And for some, this makes the pods grow even faster. - I don't understand human society, - said the black Scraim with a touch of sadness, - I won't give up my grandmother, she's mine, and whoever tries to lay hands on her will get an axe to the face. - They don't belong to anyone! They are the property of society, hahaha! - A-ha-ha, - the artist laughed, - I think some country has already tried something like that. - Boss, why aren't you with us? - Bibis wondered. - This isn't the first time. - We've discussed this a hundred times. They don't appeal to me or my best friend either. - You're weird. Camistella was ready to begin the march to Karin...

- Scavenged goods... Severed heads are great, only when they're not yours. By the way, do you have any diaries?

- Better skulls. Heads are not very sanitary. Which one do you want, a regular one?

-- A skull is better than a head, but the process of beheading is much more aesthetically pleasing than scalping or boiling! It's all about the actions, not the objects, -- Ushumgallu explained with an expert air. -- And now they are even more unconventional, hmm? Let's go with green.

Ah, yes – alright, let Camistella get +1 to Spirit.

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-- A skull is better than a head, but the process of beheading is far more aesthetically pleasing than scalping or boiling! It's all about the actions, not the things, -- Ushumgallu explained with expert flair. -- And now they're even unconventional, hmm? Let's go with green.

- I haven't tried beheading anyone yet, so this time I'll trust the expert's opinion. - Hands him a green diary. - 125 rem. I can sign it, in honor of taking Shina.

-- Watching the process from the outside is also a good idea... Should I sign it? Go ahead, it will be a premium and unique piece now, -- Remy says.

-- Watching the process from the outside is also a good thing... Should I sign it? Sure, it will be a premium and unique piece now, -- Remy says.

He signs it:

One morning, before the start of the great march to the next calcite city, a certain Kamistella woke up. And the first thing she did was to look around and see where she was and in what form. Her body felt as if it had been in the hands of lustful Scrymes... and it had. And on this occasion, the Lunarian was clearly in a very good mood. Perhaps Faineant had never seen her happier.

True, she forgot about the aphrodisiac... but it didn't matter, everything went wonderfully well without it.

- Ho-ho! From here on, it depends on the personality of your companion, which you need to determine in advance! Some might find the walk boring, while others will enjoy it, oh-ho! But the most important thing is, - freeing the guy's hand from hers, - don't expect much in these parts without sacrificing the contents of your wallet, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

—Ho-hoh... In short, you either need to be born with an incredibly high charisma, or gain experience and confidence through trial and error. —shaking her head, she hands over a twenty for the introductory material. —Thank you...

- You could say that, but it's probably more accurate to say I influence their fate. And maybe, in some way, even the weather.

- I see. Can I learn something similar?

- Calcite is too large and part of an entire continent; even the Mistress would find it difficult, especially since she hasn't fully awakened yet.

- So, to send something to the bottom, she needs to awaken, and to awaken, she needs to send something to the bottom. That's interesting... I understand you're talking about something small? Like an island? Is there one you have in mind?

Kamistella was in the same state and in the same place as she was at the moment she finished getting acquainted with her foreign passion. Fortunately, it was warm and clean here (except for her), so her health was not in danger.

—Ho-hoh... In short, you either need to be born with an incredibly high charisma, or gain experience and confidence through trial and error. —shaking his head, he hands over twenty for the introductory material. —Thank you...

- Ho-ho, you are very smart, - Paritsa patted the guy on the head with one hand, and took the money with the other, - great success awaits you, just don't get discouraged!

“Intelligence is only useful if you can direct it effectively… I’ll take that as a good piece of advice. In that case, I suppose I’ll be back for my notebook. ” – he says, uttering his famous last words.

What a friend... he could have at least moved it somewhere! Oh well... it was such a happy evening that there's no point in dwelling on such trivial matters.

– Good morning, – Kamistella mumbled, addressing either Faineant or the Scryms, if any were in the tents, or, if none of them were there, then she hadn't mumbled anything at all. – Is there anywhere to wash, my friend?

The tent smelled of calcite sands... a terrible aroma, yet majestic in its own way. In fact, everything here smelled of them. It was calcite, after all!

Can skills from the general pool, which have no requirements or restrictions, be learned immediately with Order Skill Points, or do they still need to be "unlocked" first?

-- Farewell.

Knowing Argos, he will choose the time to finalize the mission details himself, and Ushumgall retreats to his chambers – more precisely, to the tidiest and smallest room in the dilapidated and plundered little house. In these chambers, there is even a table and a creaky bed; if you try to lie on it, you can sink to the floor – but of course, he has commander's privileges; he can't sleep in the common pile on the floor, fighting all night for a spot under a warm cloak.
-- Dismissed, comrades... -- the commander whispers in response to the discordant chorus of snoring that greets him. After spending an hour filling out a new journal and another half-hour drawing tactical diagrams in the margins, he finally falls asleep and embarks on a new day.

Can skills from the general post, which have no requirements or limitations, be learned immediately through the Overlord System, or do they still need to be "unlocked" first?

Someone needs to teach them (an NPC, an item, etc., an event).

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- I see. Can I learn something similar?

- No one can teach you that; it comes naturally.

- So, to send something to the bottom, it needs to awaken, and to awaken, something needs to be sent to the bottom. That's interesting... I assume we're talking about something small? Like an island? Do you have one in mind?

The interlocutor weakly shakes his head from side to side.
- An island... It depends on how big it is. But even a small one is too much for a person to send to the seabed.

- Intelligence is only useful if you can direct it effectively... I'll take that as good advice. In that case, I suppose I'll see you again when I come back for the notebook. - he says his famous last words.

- See you!
- Goodbye. - Shiki says goodbye.
Paritsa sees both of them off with a cheerful and friendly laugh.

– Good morning, – Kamistella mumbled, addressing either Faineant or the Scryms, if there were any in the tents; if there were none of them, then, it turns out, she didn't mumble anything. – Is there anywhere to wash, my friend?

- Hello, star. - Faineant greeted her; there were no Scryms in sight. - There's a wooden tub and a couple of buckets of water over there.