Desire

“Well, I guess so. Because they don't look much alike. ”

Watching the seething smell of black snow, Basrodel nods his head. Then who the hell is this guy? Basrodel tilts his head, looking at the pain halfway through the Raw Snow scent. Basrodel, who was repeating his reasoning in his own way, nodded his head with a smile as if he had only just found out.

“I see! You came here to brag, too? You're so mean! ”

Basrodel smiles shyly, wrapping his hands around his mouth and twitching. The black snow scent was a puzzling face. She tilts her head as she gently pushes away the pain in her arms.

“What are you talking about? ”

“Aigoo, you don't have to say it if you're embarrassed. So, what's the date? Huh? Wh-what... an invitation? That's it, right? ”

Basrodel looked at the pain and asked, and only then did he understand what Basrodel was talking about. My lips flare, and my face glows red with black snow.

“What the hell are you talking about! ”

Raw Snow's scent screams loudly. Azin shakes his head, shaking his head, shaking the forest with open eyes.

“... is it not? ”

“No!”

The smell of Raw Snow was seeded as I shouted and answered the question. Then Bashrodel smiles as if he's embarrassed, scratching his head.

“So, what is it? You can't be holding a man you have nothing to do with. ”

Basrodel recalls the first time he appeared. The two of them holding hands correctly. The Black Snow scent that was holding the man who was about to fall. The daydreaming turns to a sudden purr, and Basrodel shakes his head and throws it away.

“Apprentice!”

You confirm the smell of Raw Snow, and Basrodel stops and blinks.

“.. disciple? You?”

“What are you complaining about? ”

The black snow scent gripped his fist, frowning, and Basrodel sticks his lips shut. Azin, looking at the appearance of Basrodel, sent a message to Raw Snow because he had questions for a moment.

[Is she also Hiddenpiece?]

No, it's just a dragon.]

Immediately, the beep comes in. I knew it. I thought being a dragon would make a difference, but I guess it's because he's God who designed this game. Is she a manipulated memory, too? Azin looks at Basrodel. Basrodel scratches his cheek for shame.

“... so what are you and your student doing here? Ah!”

Vasrodel, who said something else casually, swollen his cheeks as if he had just remembered.

“Aren't you being too harsh? I don't know how many years it's been, but it's been a long time. ”

“Did you have to talk to me? And in 20 years. You still have a sense of time. ”

The smell of Raw Snow grumbled and said. He blinks for a moment and scratches his head.

“20 years... 20 years? Oh, I see. It's only been a little while. I thought I was done for another 50 years. ”

Basrodel smiles. Vasrodel, whose reaction immediately changed, looked more like a child than a dragon. What a boy looks like and does is a really pure boy, unlike what a lunatic would do. However, I couldn't be relieved just like that. Being a dragon is just as threatening and terrifying.

“.. called Ajin. ”

Ajin stepped forward and introduced himself. Basrodel, ruler of the Blue Volcano. I don't know, but if you were a dragon, you'd have a lot of influence in this world. There, the Black Snow scent is said to be the only dragon on the island. We also don't know if the beta service is over and the world is expanding to get off the island, but if there's a dragon in front of us right now, it can't be that bad.

“Hmm. A disciple of the snow... You're Jeremiah's man, aren't you? Jeremiah doesn't deserve snow. ”

It was the first time that Basrodel called the aroma of raw snow snow, and Azin was a little surprised. We assumed that we were quite close by talking to each other, but it seems that Raw Snow Scent and Basrodel have a deeper relationship than Azin thought. And it can't be bad for him.

“Yes, that's right. ”

He smiled favorably. Basrodel reaches out to Azin in a light, crouching smile.

“Basrodel Regenhart. Age is a secret. It's a dragon. Isn't that great?"

Asin reaches out his hand as he faces Basrodel, smiling ferociously. While I was hesitant that my hand would reach for it first, Basrodel moved first. She grabs Azin's hand and shakes it up and down.

“So why did you come to this mountain? No, thanks for coming, but... I don't see anything special about this mountain. ”

Basrodel blurred his horse's tail. Although it is called a volcano, the activity of the blue volcano has stopped long ago. It's because of Basrodel's power. Nestled at the top of the mountain, Bashrodel transforms the mountain itself with his magical power, and the mountain soaks blue with her magical power. That's the blue volcano now.

“You may not be special to me, but you may be very special to me. ”

At Azin's words, Vasrodel blinks and leans over and asks.

“Do you think I'm great? ”

“.. Yes? ”

Asin was a little hesitant because he couldn't understand the big question. Basrodel shines with his eyes wide open.

“You told me you were great. Yeah, I know, right? Does that mean you think I'm great? ”

“Oh, yeah. Of course..."

“Wow! Did you hear that? Did you hear that? ”

Vasrodel howls and screams. She grips her shoulders, grinning and grinning as she approaches a murky aroma.

“Look! I'm amazing! Did you hear that?”

“Good, good. ”

The black snow scent muttered nonsense, but Basrodel seemed genuinely happy. All I've been with her for 20 years was a silent Drake Jeremiah, and while I've been with him, Basrodel has to seriously consider whether he's a real dragon or a talking grimoire. When she was with her, Jeremiah said little personal words and always sought advice on magic. At first, Vasrodel said something like that to Jeremiah, but she always answered yes or no to personal questions, and now she's giving up.

“Yes, this is the right answer. The guy who came in recently, he's missing a screw.”

Basrodel grunts and puckers his lips. I didn't miss a word. He changes his face and asks Basrodel.

“Was someone else here? ”

“Yes? Yes, it is. There's a kid who came in about four days ago. ”

His expression was stiff. There are other players on the Blue Volcano first? No, maybe it's NPC, not a player. Do you really think so? It may be, but it can't be, he thought.

“.. how? ”

Azin asked with a stiff face. What kind of player could have gotten to this mountain before Azin? The obstacles that must be crossed to reach this mountain were high and difficult. Even if Harpies and Griphons can cross, the problem is the Thorn Forest. The mighty Vampire Road and the fierce vampires that follow her will never cross at the current player level.

“I came here in a rather unusual way. ”

Basrodel tilts his head, looking strangely at Azin's firm expression.

“I climbed up the cliffs of the raging forest. Do you know where it is? That cliff doesn't lead to the Cliff of the Seal, it leads to the Blue Volcano.”

I felt like I was being hit in the back.

Asin can guess what the cliff Barsrodel is talking about, without difficulty. In the beginning, there was only one rampant forest cliff. The lake where Valkun lived, the high cliffs beyond it. I can't believe that cliff was the shortcut to the blue volcano. I wasn't sure if I was going to go up or not, and I ignored it because I thought it was a waste of time, but I didn't know that I would get behind the scenes like this.

"What madman...! ’

Ajin sharpened his teeth. The cliff is high and steep at first glance, so I can't climb it without professional skills. No, in fact, if you want to climb, nothing can climb. But I felt I didn't have to climb.

"Players can't get past vampires in Thorn Forest right now. So that's why you hid that path...! ’

You're a true believer in the game. Azin boils in his stomach. I don't have to be honest with you that I got to this mountain first, but I'm sick to death of the one who got the information I thought only he knew right away.

“.. alone? ”

“Oh, yeah? Yeah, I'm alone. He was climbing a cliff, headed up a mountain, so Jeremiah went and tested it, got his credentials. ”

Basrodel tilts his head and says, Three days ago, the man on the cliff went straight to the blue pitch, and Jeremiah who sensed it went first and tested him. And the human was qualified to pass Jeremiah's test and head for the Blue Volcano.

“.. where is he now? ”

It is still unclear whether it is an NPC or a player. I think we'd better meet first. Azin hides his emotions and asks, and Basrodel tilts his head again.

“My house. ”

“.. Yes? ”

“Stay in my house. She's a girl. She can't sleep in the woods, can she? ”

To tell you the truth, it was a pleasure to have a visitor come in a few decades, and as soon as Jeremiah qualified him, Vasrodel ran and kidnapped him into his nest, but Vasrodel did not say it.

“Why? Do you know him? ”

Basrodel scratches his head as he looks at Azin's reaction. At that question, he stopped and smiled bitterly.

“I don't know about that. Do you know his name? Well, the name of the woman who came up the cliff to get here. ”

There are quite a lot of players in this game who encounter Ajin, most of whom are tied to Ajin and Evil. Of course, Ajin doesn't remember most of their names. All I know is that Luke's party or the storm. However, the fact that he doesn't know doesn't guarantee that he won't know. Now he was quite famous in this game.

"Notoriety."

Ajin chewed his lips well. The opponent knows about himself and may have a negative image of him, whether he is NPC or player. It's inevitable. In the worst case, the player may have participated in the Balcoin Raid. If Basrodel is quite fond of that player and that player is hostile to Azin, things get a little annoying. It is safe to assume that there is no chance that Basrodel will be hostile to the pain because of the Raw Snow scent... But it's best to be prepared, just in case.

“Yes, I know. ”

Basrodel nods his head and smiles as he blinks.

“Rivera," he said. ”

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