Posts from Erthenia Auto-translated

-- The sea? Yes, yes, the sea... The sea is amazing!!! -- Spin spread his arms wide. -- Water, everywhere! Water!! -- then he huffed. -- The water isn't tasty. Wine is tasty... -- That's how he briefly described the illegal journey to Illiniar from the Thylian Islands. Brevity is the soul of wit.

I talk to the caravan guard.

-- The sea? Yes, yes, the sea... The sea is amazing!!! -- Spin spread his arms wide. -- Water, everywhere! Water!! -- then he huffed. -- The water isn't tasty. Wine is tasty... -- That's how he briefly described the illegal journey to Illiniar from the Thylian Islands. Brevity is the soul of wit.

-You're like a seasoned traveler! And I haven't even been on a ship yet. But we can change that!
With these words, Antaer headed towards the Brighterbring estate.
-Hey, Spin, want to go sailing again? There will be free food, drinks, and lots of fun! Ha-ha-ha, lots of fun at sea. It's hilarious. -the Asarian laughed loudly again. -Let's go, anyway, this city is boring.

I'll probably run into you when I get the answer.

-- Food? Yes!! Yes!!! -- The goblin was hungry after yesterday's feast, so he couldn't hide his interest from the Assyrian. -- There's food!!! Food!!
Go.

Assyrian

I always write it like that at first too.

That's strange, I thought I added the letter "a".

He cut down people and sailed away from the ship to a foreign land. He also talked about the lawless Kelevrites...

Ten elves, no matter how skilled, cannot compare to the tens of thousands of non-humans slain in the Kalevritian crusades.

Larte goes with James.

Hundreds of billions.

- Hello, Mr. Ryu,” Sit’Al said cautiously as she entered the room. “As you may have guessed, I am here to ask you a question. I am interested in the mystery of the origin of the Yan’shi: where they came from, how, and for what purpose. It would be best if your answer were detailed; I would like to know as much as possible about this. Of course, all of the above applies only to the question; I am not going to make any wishes.

- The cold north holds many secrets and is very unfriendly to humans. A simple mistake in these lands leads to certain death from hypothermia, but the children of the north, who have adapted to survive in extremely low temperatures, sometimes remain alive, undergoing corresponding metamorphoses. They have no goals or memories. Unprepared children and weakened elders never survive.

He could have left it uncrossed out.
Ignatius is traveling to see the wise man. Perhaps he will help him deal with the demon.

Since Ignatius acts in the future, he does not meet Sit’Al.
When the old Knight came to the wise man, he was just finishing a game of xiangqi. He was obviously the winner. His opponent, a dark-haired woman completely unknown to Ignatius, left almost immediately after that.

I am talking to the caravan overseer.

It turned out that he was, judging by his clothes and appearance, an overseas foreigner.

He introduced himself as Liu Junmao and gave himself titles such as “Bow of Heaven” and “Guardian of the Princess.”

- Thank you for your answer, Mr. Ryu, - Sit'Al bowed politely and headed towards the exit, - all the best to you. She didn't know how to react to the truth that had been revealed to her. On the one hand, the process of transformation into a Yan'shi, according to the sage, was a magical anomaly. An anomaly that a strong-willed person could turn to their advantage. On the other hand, the Yan'shi were indeed descended from humans, being their further stage of development. At the same time, having received an answer to her question, the sorceress felt a certain emptiness: she had achieved her goal, but she didn't see a new one. If she told the truth to her fellow tribesmen, some of them would surely want to replenish their ranks by capturing Yorn prisoners. And, although this would help her study the anomaly better, Sit'Al did not want wars in her homeland. At least not now. It was better to continue her travels, gather her thoughts, and only then decide what to do with the revealed truth. Therefore, she headed towards the Brightbring estate.

Just like with Larte before, the trio was greeted by the son of the house's owner. He looked at Sith'Al and Spin with some fear, but still led them to his father, who was just finishing his conversation with a young woman.
- Aha! - he exclaimed, clapping his hands loudly. - So, no one wants to hire you in the mercenaries' guild? That's what I thought. You're no warrior, but a noble lady from the Brighterbring family!
- But uncle...
- If you don't want to starve on the streets of Gaddar, take off those damned armor and put on some normal clothes. And now, get out of here, I have guests. - Ringer Brighterbring looked with surprise at the motley company, but did not say anything about it. - How can I help you?

-- Food!!! I'm hungry!