Kartoffel Translations

Prev | TOC | Next "I discovered many things about the principles behind the Dungeon's absorption of matter through my efforts to get myself absorbed. Although I ultimately failed to get the Dungeon to absorb me, I was able to make numerous discoveries." Auf was talking with an older man she had invited to the ducal mansion, a fellow dungeon researcher with whom she had corresponded by letter. Originally, the man had come to investigate a new business venture said to have originated in the Hot Spring Dungeon: mobile residences that would not be absorbed by the Dungeon. However, after hearing that the various theories behind the technology had supposedly been developed by Auf, a daughter from a ducal family... "Don't give me that nonsense! Those theories were developed by my longtime pen pal, young Mushiburo!" he had shouted as he stormed into the ducal mansion. Mushiburo was the name Auf had used while pretending to be a commoner and corresponding with rese...

Prev | TOC | Next (A story of Jean and Ozwald.) The study they moved to reminded Jean of a small library. There were bookshelves packed tightly with books, black leather document cases, and an ebony desk that looked terribly heavy. Beside it stood two spacious sofas, each large enough for even a big man like Jean to stretch out on comfortably. As Jean sat waiting on one of them, Ozwald took several bottles down from the shelves. Every one of them contained scorpion liquor in a wide-mouthed glass bottle. At the bottom of the clear liquor lay red, white, and black scorpions. "Would you like some ice or water?" "No, thank you. I'll have it as it is." When Ozwald uncorked a bottle and poured the liquor into an elegantly patterned glass, it gave off its distinctive, pungent aroma. As Ozwald turned the glass toward him, Jean noticed a delicate scorpion design engraved on its front. Ozwald really did seem to love scorpion liquor. The scorpion liquor was just as stron...