Demon Lord, Retry!

(Nice, this is what a common man is after all)

Many stand-up drinkers, stalls, etc. stare at each other, and Tahara nods yeah.

At the far end of the section, there is money and water, and there is a surprising line of shops along the road that leads there. At night, they shine a bright light like a nightclub at the festival.

Many of the stores here are simple to make and all that is sold is simple.

By the way, I don't take tenant fees from the stores I put out in this compartment. It was a dreamy location condition of getting into my nostalgia, just selling it if I did.

Instead, Tahara has announced that unpopular shops will be replaced relentlessly. By doing so, we are trying to improve the quality by leaving only popular stores behind.

I don't even want to make money in this section, purely for the purpose of bringing people together and getting lively.

"Mr. Tron, it looks like there's a raging chicken skewer over there."

"Eat!

Ac and Tron are happily going around the stall. Look at them, Tahara gets stuck thinking.

What's with the girl named Ac?

(Tron is, well, I know)

Arm strength that I don't think of as a child and the strange ability to "see" people in color. From Tahara's point of view, it was the ability to attract the Secretary's attention and deserve to be scouted.

If I was talented, I would have scratched my nostalgia, no matter what kind of villain I was, even though it was a characteristic of "the Secretary”, because it was also my job.

but what Tahara sees - there's nothing in AK.

(Oh yeah, you're just a kid... or is there something I can't see?

I don't know. Tahara doesn't know.

In fact, if it were "Kunai Burdock," AK wouldn't have given me a glimpse.

That's why my head is unnecessarily upset.

No way, because the “Ono Jing" inside thinks strangely about AK, and so on, that's the answer that can't be derived unless it's also God.

Either way, you're the most protected.

Tahara does not hesitate to choose AK as to who best to protect in this village.

That means - even if someone else dies.

(It's not like Lotus or Sy...)

Kunai Berdou prefers the talented.

Even if it is of a child's age, he who recognizes his talent invites him to the Night's Castle and treats him with firm standing. From that point of view, I guess there's something extra for a girl named Ac, Tahara thinks.

(You're not a bad boy. Can I just say I care about you now, sir?

With that in mind, Tahara headed to the field hospital.

A large number of patients have already lined up in that place, which can be considered the residence of a witch. And many of them are of a class called the needy.

Because he announced that he would run carriages to neighboring cities and villages and treat them at low rates.

"My headache disappeared after I took that pill..."

"Since I put on a" damp cloth, "too."

"Dr. Yo... it's too beautiful..."

"I just need you to touch my hand..."

Although still a small number, she has visited several of the aristocrats at Madame's mouth.

Because the person receiving the treatment is spoken of as "a divine doctor," the name will eventually spread to the entire Holy Light kingdom.

"Isn't that one's beauty like the moon!

"No, it should be the moon on the water"

"Nevertheless, it was a hell of a building... is that the strength and power of a man called the demon king Madame was talking about"

"I don't care about the building! Wow, I fell in love at this age..."

Generally speaking, it has an excellent reputation.

There is also the low price and the certainty of its treatment, but more than that, I guess Yoshi's beauty won't stop attracting people's eyes.

From Tahara, who knows her insides, I can't laugh.

But from a local patient, it would be like a goddess of salvation. Now she is diligently treating herself with various medicines.

No, it's a cure - it was a joyful “experiment” where every day was a series of new discoveries from her point of view.

It was not just the administration of the medicine, but Yu also performed “surgery" at times.

Patients sleeping with anesthesia would have been fortunate not to know at that time what she looked like.

(Yukari, every day is heaven...)

Experimental animals make rows every day to visit below them.

You must not be able to stop laughing.

Especially since only the arm of healing is certain, it doesn't hurt them either.

(I don't care if I catch a cold, because - I'm not just here...)

Just imagine, the body of Tahara shivers when you blur. Instead of his body, he seemed to like it all the way to his brain.

No, because she can fact - "it”.

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At night, Milligan stared at the village of Rabbi as he lurked himself in the grass a little further from the village. It was completely different from Cold Village in his memory, and he was in the same mood as he was in some kind of daydream.

A lonely cold village is about to turn into something.

Something about it, he doesn't know.

Milligan is an excellent mercenary and on the battlefield he can be called a capable man.

But that's all. If you pull that out, you're only a mad dog interested in hitting the weak with overflowing violence and shaking their lives.

(I don't know what's going on, but do you want to grab some bunny kids?)

What he prefers is a young girl.

Hit it thoroughly, hurt it, offend it like a boring rag watching your parents ask for help. It is the only moment in which he is alive and content.

No, you can say you're alive for that.

Even so he has never been Bunny's child.

In this country, the legacy of Bunny being loved by Ji Angel remains many, and although it is also relevant and revered, it was also a strangely difficult race to come close to.

But finally, permission came from his employer, Donna.

When Milligan takes a joyful step, a prolonged voice is called from the front.

It's a strangely fluent voice that makes your body lose its strength.

"Wow, Amy. Where are we going?

"... hmm?

When Milligan looked in the direction of his voice, there was a plank over the tree, and there was a man lying there asleep. Seeing as you have a strange iron stick, I guess it's a guard.

Milligan didn't think, and I almost laughed.

He has seen many guards so far, but he has never seen or heard of guards who are so unmotivated.

Though Cold Village, it won't even be a guard sleeping in grandeur or anything like that.

"Well, I don't have to answer that, Nah. For once, the format is beautiful."

"Sorry, late at night"

Milligan thinks.

Instead of killing this moron and making a scene, try to get inside properly.

I don't know Milligan.

That the sleeping “dumb figure" is putting up a sniper rifle and in a special position.

I don't know Milligan.

Already, it's impossible to escape that ray, no matter how many people.

"I think I'm lost in the dark, I'm sorry."

"Ahhh."

- Pashun, and.

I hear a noise I've never heard of Milligan.

At that moment, his right leg blew from the base and fell over.

Milligan faints at the shock and awakens again in pain. Its mouth opened wide, trying to scream, but it doesn't speak well.

Because Yu, who was behind him, struck something into Milligan's body.

"Hey, Tahara! Don't treat the vegetarian body abusively!

"I don't know if I can connect or cut a thousand pieces anyway. Aren't you with me?"

"You really are the right guy... you have no idea how to handle guinea pigs!

"Mm-hmm. I wish I could tell."

As Milligan heard those voices, he moved his hands desperately and rang the signal.

It is a precious magic tool that sends a certain amount of light away.

But there's no movement, no reaction from the guard I should have brought in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. The people behind you are in here."

Yu smiles and opens the Preliminary Bag, making it look like Milligan.

Rather than a bag, Milligan raised an unvoiced scream when he saw “it” in a white different space.

Because his people were delivered there in strange ways. For his hands and neck were twisted, and blood was shed from his whole body, and then a creepy plant was growing.

"Ya, stop, shh, help me... it's true, I'm lost..."

Milligan weeps and pleads hard for innocence.

If I noticed, the pain in my leg had disappeared, and that amplified my fear even more.

But the look on Yo's face remains the same.

Rather, that smile is while deepening.

In search of salvation, Milligan saw Tahara with a desperate look, but what was there was a "everyday face” like he was also talking about at dinner tomorrow.

"You. Come on, you've been watching the flying village since daylight, nah?

"Chi, no... I'm lost..."

"Heh. Tron, what do you think?

"This man, he's lying. Gilty."

"That's right. My guess, this guy's suing me for shit that's less than gelo."

Since when have you been there, mix up with Tron and have a conversation of your choice.

It's impossible, but where Tahara admitted Milligan's claim, Yu couldn't have admitted it, and he was already “dead”.

"Well, let's go... I'm going to make you an important soil."

"Ha, let go, please... help...!

Yo grabs Milligan's hair and pulls it off with a cheat.

It was like a pathetic insect, caught by a monster.

"Yo, you can play with it if you like, but just listen to the information."

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. I'm good with interrogations and doctors.

"Hieh. Did you hear that, Tron? If you get sick, don't come near me, okay? Honestly, I don't know what you heard... what are you going to do with soil?

"We're growing new plants right now. They soil the human body, they suck blood and grow, but they tear up very beautiful flowers... No, they bloom. I would like to present the flowers to the Secretary returning from the north."

Hearing Yo's words, Milligan desperately tried to rumble, but his body wouldn't even move Pickle. The person who had spoken of the horrible content had the expression of a shrewd middle school student who stumbled upon the love letter.

"Hey, Tahara. The secretary would love that, wouldn't he?

"Ooh..."

"I knew it! I tried it with my buddies earlier, and I think the color of the flowers became brighter when I inflicted pain. I need this kid to do his best."

"Well..."

Put Tahara, who attracts his face, and Toronto, who waves innocently with "Viva ~ i," and carry out "soil” in a ravenous manner.

Milligan squeezed out his voice desperately, even as he was drawn by a witch.

"I, I, I don't know... I just came to see you when you told me."

"It's okay, sister, because I'll do my best so you can speak honestly. Well, for example, I have the skill of" record tampering. "Human beings, in other words, are a collection of records that make them one body."

"Hey, say to..."

"For example, your age, this is a“ record ”, right? If you tamper with this to an 8-year-old, you'll be able to go back to your toddler body and mind and speak honestly. For example, it would be nice to alter your gender record. It's not a bad idea to tamper with your parents. If I were your mother, you'd be comfortable telling me all kinds of things, wouldn't you?

Yo stands in front of the blackboard, continuing to explain like a teacher.

Each time, Milligan's face turns blue and eventually pale.

Originally, the skill of "record tampering" was created in GAME to “reset” the number of killings. Naturally, it is to defend against fierce attacks such as the Righteous Man and Kwan Kun Shou.

However, in this world everything is adapted to fine back settings, so its use is extraordinarily widespread.

It was transforming every record into a skill that would alter it, a skill that would become both a Buddha and a ghost.

"Good luck to make the Secretary happy, okay? Your sister's gonna hang out this time too."

"Dashi, help." Huh... "

"- Ah-ha! Bye!"

At last, Yu opens his mouth to Milligan's pitiful voice.

It's her, no, original face as a witch.

"Well, you can't even help me, can you? Have you ever been freed from that word? There isn't, is there? So I won't help either. I can't even help you. You die not as a person, but as a plant. I'll forget the words soon."

"No... no!

"Oh, you have a good voice. I've been thinking about it lately. Even ants say it's disrespectful to defile the Secretary's shoes. We have to clear the way from the ants. Right?"

Store the Milligan with a thousand broken legs in the spare back as you gently teach.

The next day, the village of Rabbi had a peaceful morning as if nothing had happened.

The fact is - "there was nothing."