All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Then there was the sound of bamboo rubbing.

Fifty thin, smoothly processed bunches of thin bamboo. Based on Zhou Yi's basic number, it sounds like forty-nine people pulled out a bottle.

It was Linley who made the sound that led to the mystery.

Divide forty-nine bottles with your left and right hands, and move the bamboo in the face of meditative oblivion.

A fortune teller is a mystery to know something you don't know. It was hoped that this would be the case, and it was found to be associated with trivial events and stacked for many years. That's how it spread to the private sector, eating up to politics, and the technique that also shaped the dynasty of time is expected to work by many people and has definite power.

The Trustee is a mystery that cannot be seen, and the power to see the unseen is honored in many regions.

That was no exception even for a girl who was only ten years old.

But.

"I knew it."

Back at the hotel, fortune teller, she throws Pooh and fortune teller in bed.

"Eight gossip, one gossip, one gossip. Hey, Big Sister Oyun. It's a bad day. That's what I am, that's for sure. So, abalone. I don't know! Aki-kun!

A woman called Oyun sighed at the child's tricks as she saw them.

"I'm bored with your faults. If I had more enthusiasm, I would have grown stronger now. Especially not enough sincerity for the ancestral spirit."

"Uh."

Linley looks unhappy when she punches herself in the bed.

"'Cause you said you were my ancestor, and you don't have a better ancestor than me, do you? I just can't do that!

"That's not a mistake. As far as personal talent is concerned, you are probably the best in history. But, Linly."

After acknowledging Linley's words, Oyun connects paradoxes.

They are an Eastern family of bureaucrats. It was a family of book collectors, and that turned out to produce high-ranking civil servants in the center from generation to generation. The management of books collected in history has been divided into divisions, and the main house is a clan of wisdom that has led to gaining power as a bureaucracy.

Among other things, Linley's genius, who came to the stage of touching the mystical realm at the age of ten, had slipped through.

"The thoughts of our clan, the feats that have accumulated, change from power. Years accumulated in the realm of concepts will never be invincible on their own"

The ancestral spiritual faith is the support of the power of their clan.

But Linley, who was supposed to join the clan, speaks up.

"I'm more amazing."

Speaking of childish, it's childish petty. With all his talent, Oyun shrugged his shoulder because he didn't know the setbacks, but because of his poor understanding of things.

"Well, you'll see. But where did Snow go...? I told you to stay back."

"He's not here. You look like someone from this country, and you're meeting someone you know, aren't you?

"I don't seem to be a loyal guy with no contact... maybe that's what I'm talking about"

Convinced that there is no Snow brought to the escort.

"Speaking of which, Sister Oyun. It's monotheistic around here, isn't it? The mysteries of other faiths don't seem very common anywhere, but are they hectic? I'm talking about this city, this great clergyman."

"Ha. I'm fine with it"

Laugh Linley's worries with your nose.

"Speaking of 'Virgin', the merit of the revolution. I am a man of position in this country. Just because you've dealt with the mystery of a different teachings, you can't possibly have the idea of being attacked by a human being from another country in your identity."

"Ma, sure, and I hope that's what Sister Oyun said."

"Besides, the Virgin and Snow are supposed to know each other. If I have to, I'll use him to talk through it."

"Hmm."

If there's insurance, okay, Linley rolls all over the bed.

Unfortunately, I've had discomfort since I was using the technique earlier.

Every time I exercise my technique, I bother. I have the anxiety of being put on someone's palm and stared at. I can't put it into words well with Linley, who sensibly handles the technique, but it feels nasty.

Honestly, it's a feeling I don't want to get involved with.

"Saints, saints."

"What's going on, Linly?

"Hmm... you know, a saint is the same thing as a Immortal, right? After all, is it amazing?

"Well, it's true they're both big ones"

Oyun distorts his face uncomfortably.

"Here saints, because in our fatherland we just call ourselves immortals differently. I don't know about this saint, Ez Ann... Shit. Immortals... after giving those abominable traitors the reason of the three corpses more than anything else. The bandits are alive."

"What are the three bodies?

"You don't have to know. Abominable."

Oyun trumps Linley's doubts, who is less interested in accumulating wisdom, to throw up and throw up.

Oyun's purpose in coming to this country is to help him deal with the rebellion that took place in the East and, at the same time, the Immortal who was born. It was the rebellion against the dynasty, which revolted around the troops who were practicing in the dungeons in several cities, more so with the help of immortals who appeared out of nowhere.

At that point, the problem went beyond the scale of the local insurgency.

Dealing with immortals is an extremely difficult agenda. So what Oyun saw was this country.

It is the country that defeated the former emperor, the culmination of the innate mystery. I don't even think the holy sword just to complete the jade sound would work on the Immortal, but I might have some knowledge. Even if not, there is no harm in being connected to a church with saints.

"That's just why. The saints of this country don't care. Good morning, find out where your stupid sister is."

"But no. What are you gonna do when you find your little Ichiki sister? It has nothing to do with immortals?

"He's also come to this country, and it's been years. There will be some connection. Whether we negotiate in this country or not, we want to put in place bills to pull out the terms."

"Yes, yes."

Linley looks sinister, thinking.

I don't like it very much. Talking about politics is not what I found out and I'm not interested. In the first place, as Oyun told me, the location of the figs is narrowed down.

I'm squeezing, but I feel like I'm making a mistake somehow.

If I accidentally step in there, I feel terrible.

She gave precedence to her own intuition over the ancestral spiritual faith. I believe in my talent for putting my hands on mystical realms at the age of ten, but I am late.

"Handsome, Ichiki Little Sister"

Probably stronger than the usual Oyun.

Linley, who sneered, takes the bamboo to resume her fortune telling her whether to change the means slightly.

If you don't need to worry about saints, divination itself doesn't matter. But if it's being taken care of, it doesn't make any sense to divine stupid honesty. The next step is not to explore the person as he is, but the proximal edge. Close edges will be on guard. So aim a little far-sighted.

Explore what's weakest, being on the edge of a chicken.

"Sa."

Gossip or gossip, gossip or gossip that doesn't hit.

In Linley's hand, laughing like a prank, a noise rang touching the mystery of the Jarrari.

Holy shit, and one girl in the abbey hallway was making light footsteps.

She is an early teenage girl, dressed in monastic clothes. With a pottery cup and a basin with a small plate on it, she was traveling through the monastery with quick feet.

She is an orphan.

She is a girl who was abandoned in front of a monastery because her toddler years were the early days of the worst decade of the Empire and who was fortunate enough to survive and grow up in poverty in harsh times.

From an early age, the girl wore a good life where she read the divine scriptures, was surrounded by priests, kept the commandments, took pure poverty and labour for granted because of her poor life, and prayed to God every day.

The girl knows the weight of believing.

She'll be thirteen in a few days, too. I am old enough to start being sent to church work as an apprentice, not on the side of being fed by a monastery in the future.

It was because she was young but thick in faith that, in addition to field work and needlework in this monastery, she stood up for a certain important role once a day.

The convent girl, who stopped in front of one of the rooms, takes a deep breath with her hands on her chest while supporting the basin with one hand. It's a role I've been in for years, but all this moment makes me nervous for ever.

Tightened her mouth, her chest stretched out all the time and her spine stretched out, she knocks on the door.

With little room between them, the door opened.

What can I do for you?

What came out is a girl in her early teens and a woman so small that her gaze remains unchanged.

I don't have the impression that I'm young, although I have a small body. Her face matures as a person, solidifies after suffering and trials, and is completed as a believer.

Even as she sees it as a face stained with unshakeable faith, the monastic girl offers a meal she brings with her.

"Dear Ease Ann, I brought you a meal."

"Thank you"

On the basin was a glass of red wine in pottery and just a pinch of bread shards on a small plate.

Bad, because it's awkward. Even in the lowest days of this monastery, the period during which the grace of the day was less than this dedication is short. It's a crude meal that never seems like a person's meal, but this was what Ez Ann wanted herself to be.

It was when Ez Ann reached out to receive the basin from the nun girl.

"Fourteenth time"

Unexpectedly, Ez Ann, who looked into the void, murmured without context.

"It's just a shake of superstition, but it's slightly noisy"

"Oh, uh, what have you done?"

"... no"

Ez Ann shakes her head without expression to the girl who shrugs her neck wondering if she has made a coarse phase.

"Any superstition that arises over a person's unknown is foolish, but it is a minor flaw, so it is not good to disbelieve. Seeing the light by chance is also an opportunity to know the stupidity of expecting consistency in random numbers. The only thing that worries me if I don't hit it is what I call mystery. The unconfirmed sense of senselessness thus leads to the beginning of a true mystical faith"

"Yes, sir"

"It is irresistible to take a part of the full content and try to be true, and thus sometimes connect with the whole faith. There are so many lines that are not serious but become cult curses, and while shallow and dwarfed, they do not pick buds. Doubting and dissolving one's heresy of dividing the world with yin and yang dualism over the Tai Chi can be the only step toward Genesis confidence."

What are you talking about? I didn't understand the monastic girl at all, including the number of times I squealed like I did earlier.

But the noble words and deeds of Ez-Ann are the same when it comes to the usual. Abbey girls can't understand what they're told and do. Even though it's their lack of study that shames them, they get back on their minds.

"So, uh... can we still eat today?"

"No shortage"

In reply to the lack, the monastic girl drops her gaze again into the basin.

A glass of red wine and a few pieces of bread on a small plate. No matter how many times I check, that's everything.

Now there is no shortage, which is beyond the understanding of the ordinary man. But even now, the monastic girl knew that the amount of Ez-Ann meals was increasing.

Until a little while ago, it was all about the food that a glass of red wine delivered.

That's when they started accepting bread.

Just one piece. Pinch it with your finger, it's the kind of amount that ends if you put it on your tongue. You'll never get hungry, and it's a suspicious amount of what you might call a meal, as if you could get hungry.

I was just glad to see that even a few more Ease Ann meals continued to go on a hunger strike that was completely close since I came to this monastery.

So the monastic girl suggested this change in the period.

"Um, Dear Ease Ann,"

"How did you do that?"

"You can also prepare warm soup if you like. The bread, too, can give you something a little bigger. Some vegetables have been picked in the back field, so if you let us know, we can add some color to this monastery too!

"Not required"

The monastic girl's offer of goodwill was quietly rejected.

"To this body, the surplus is unnecessary. First of all, people don't ask for a lot."

"Yes, sir"

I can sneer at the theories that are told.

Indeed, pure poverty is honorable. The spirit is worn by the monastic girl as well.

Abundance exists over surplus.

People die too lightly in poverty, but no matter how much extreme poverty lies at the bottom of society, abundance will not disappear from society.

After the worst times in the empire, when the brothers and sisters we grew up with died in the monastery, the girl learned about the inequalities in the world. Even in an age when all those people continued to die, I think the monastic girl honors pure poverty because I find the fact that there was abundance that would never starve if I looked up.

But Ez-Ann's life is over.

Of course she eats, she doesn't even ask for water in her life. I've never seen you mouth clean drinking water, and I've never even been charged for domestic water.

Prayer, getting around, performing labor in the church, and returning to prayer.

The only thing she'll have in her hands for the whole day she wants is a glass of red wine.

Now, she has nothing to be ashamed of.

There is no animal stain on her skin, on her hair, or on the monastic clothes she occasionally replaces that she should not be able to escape if she were alive.

The only thing she drifts from that body is the scent of dry soil.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

A strange man.

The girl who left, I think she's smudged. Always transcendent, obviously, from the framework of people.

But I guess that's what saints are for.

You are a saint because you draw a line from the being of man. Mystery is far from understanding a person and is not something that may be lightly touched.

The girl respected the mystery in the form of a person because she was afraid but could not understand it.