Well, not to mention the fake rind and the fake Lucille Lucille... I can't tell Mr. Geraldine apart.
"Mirror-like sss"
"Jend, I don't know which one is real with super intuition?
"That's not a convenient ability. Mine's been specializing in combat, so I don't specialize in this stuff."
Well... but super intuition is a heaven close to prediction, and maybe it's not a force to discern.
"What's the smell?
"Both paint (potch), blood and your father's smell"
He smelled it because the real one was also in charge of the potch. I can smell Lucille Lucille from one Geraldine slightly, but the painting still seems indistinguishable because it smells the same.
"I don't have a choice, call it"
That is why you have come to Jash, Mr. Geraldine's eldest son. Lavita's here, too. I'm filing a complaint against Rinhua, who sanded the junction and stopped me. Come on, man!
"......... why the two of us!?
"Right."
"What are you going to do with both of them, even though one of them is out of hand!? Are you willing to mass produce as a military force!??
Jash stuffing desperately on me. Wait. What's that grand plan?!? Besides, I can only see a future that will ruin at the expense of food and Osama's whim!! No, that's not where you should stick!!
"Wait! Why are you telling me!?
"... Isn't it the lady's fault?
Jash with his neck hanging as a kyoton.
"No... this time (maybe) it's Potch's fault"
"Half because of Rosalind's cheat magic tricks,"
"... I see"
Jash convinced by Rinhua's horizontal spear.
"Don't be convinced!?
"No, it's convincing from previous experience..."
…………
What eyes does Jash have on me... no, if you ask, you never ask because you're a snake!
"So, can you tell?
"……………… not followed"
Unfortunately, even my oldest son couldn't.
"What about the potch?
"... while I think it's perfectly done"
I mean, they can't even tell the producer apart.
"Ah, then I'll use information that fakes don't know about!
"For example?"
"Uh, how did you meet Mr. Loomia?
"" I forgot!
It turns out that this brain can't remember a muscular hero. I heard a lot of other things, but Osama barely remembered.
And what a fake could also transform into a Wolfaneer mask. Fake. Wow.
I tried to make them fight, but the fighting power is also completely mutual. Fake super awesome!!
I had no choice, so I summoned Colorbo Sage.
"Don't bring me to such a dangerous place! Plus, let me make an unscrupulous move!!
* This is still the boss room in the ruins of Cold.
Apparently, the means of travel didn't bother you. Even though I asked the Dungeon Master for permission to build a slide so that I could safely and in the shortest possible time get through the floor, it is my utmost twitch. Well, there were a lot of problems with the slides being steep slopes and the demons being half buried, but it was the end of the story.
"So, what do you want me to do?
"Which is the real deal?
"...... can you explain why the Lord Hero has increased in the first place, you insane apprentice! Don't come up with an aleccoleccoleccoleccoleccoleccoleccole!!
Suddenly they blamed me. Why!? In the meantime, I explained, and the dirt room maker sage sighed at me.
"I see why. So it's a result of a genius painter using a ton of demo artifacts made by an abnormal ideological disciple."
"So, what's the discernment?
"Sight looks just like it on an impossible level. It is perfectly copied up to the magic wavelength. I don't think I know which one is real, even if I looked it up with magic courthouse equipment"
"I mean, useless."
"Whatever you think, it's not a word for a master who came all the way!? Almost kidnapped and forced to bring you. Wouldn't it be too harsh to call you useless or something!?
"... I'll give you a souvenir, so forgive me. I did say too much."
I was forgiven if I gave you the material you got at the ruins of Cold. Sage is choro. Are you all right? Bad woman fooled me... I have a wife, so are you okay?
The annoying Osama's who ended up calling the wise didn't know. I had no choice, so I used the last resort.
"I don't have a choice. I didn't want to ask you this question... but who is your Lord?
""? The Lord will be the Lord ""
"What's the Lord's name?
Rosalind.
"Potch."
"This one's fake."
"The boulder is Rosalind!
Well, I put a ribbon on real annoying Osama's hair.
"... Hey, Natural Disasters and Fools Are Paper Disciples"
"I'm concerned about genius typos, what is it? I'm sexually adored by my young wife, Master."
A wise man fell. You're vulnerable to this sage, aren't you?
"Oh, oh, no more! You know, even if I didn't come, I could actually tell the hero from the beginning!?
"No, there was no discernment. I just came up with a way to discern it after the Sage summoned me."
"Stupid apprentice. No!!
I told him honestly because he would find out if I fixed it anyway, and he scolded me super. Damn, you're a short-tempered grandfather.