"- Then, Lord Myor Felstrem. This completes the registration for participation in the Heavenly Bombay Feast. That you have no protection of the god of war, Sawamori."
"... no"
It was the words of a clerical rep until he was exhausted, but Myol nodded forcefully.
Turn your heels, turn your cloak in momentum, and follow the building that is the registered venue. If I went outside, I enveloped her like the midsummer heat was waiting for me.
Though it was Myol, who came in shape, the registration ended lighter than I thought.
But the attendant's - a cold voice that I accidentally lost track of in the middle of summer is still in the corner of my head.
"We accept no responsibility whatsoever for any event that occurs as a result of your participation in the Heavenly Bombay Feast. Please accept that it is all your own fault '
You compete, whatever injury you suffer - even if you're going to lose your life, it's your responsibility.
It is not uncommon for the dead to come out, a festival of martial arts.
But it was up to her to stand around, Myol excited herself. It is possible that whoever it is can win. Even if you can't win, you have an opportunity to possibly win a prize. That's the heavenly banquet.
Of course, when it comes to winning eyes, they're all equal to nothing, but they're never zero. As a result of the powerful crushing each other, it is possible that those who lack strength will remain lucky.
"... All right!
Don't get so weak, keep your mind tight.
Even myself, the best user in the village. It's just the right time to try. Let me try to show you the strength of the extra chanter Magee.
I walked into a narrow alley without thinking to take a shortcut to the inn.
Let's think about it better. Switch your mind and walk away to shake off the jittery atmosphere of the dim back road.
Well. Assuming you were able to win, in your own case, a prize of 10 million esc and... what would you want. The woman who burns in ambition thinks vaguely.
(I figured...... why, is it going to be money?
He said that he could get a country called Lefe to fulfill his wishes to the extent possible, but he couldn't help but get land from another country. There was no easier way to migrate than to have a village and family. Common sense and shiatsu are harder to do in a different land from what to what. In the first place, a country called Lefe has a different way of thinking about the Divine Chant "Oracle".
In the past it seems that some have been taken as soldiers, and some have received land and mansions from Lefe......
Actually, if someone other than the refeit wins, I suppose there are endlessly fewer options for what you can hope for. Then again, there's not much to make up for my sister's treatment, so much money that the village moisturizes...
Cancer, and a shock ran to my head.
…………
I wonder, not long after, Myol felt her body lean.
At the same time as the ground feels as if it's coming up, I frown and fall down. The rough cobbled ground hit his cheek relentlessly.
Ouch. Hot. The relaxed feeling conveys cheeks from my head.
- So I understood.
He said he was suddenly beaten from behind and fell in.
"Ho. Gotcha."
A light man's voice.
I felt a number of signs surrounding me in a consciousness that was about to fall.
"Oh, that's pretty good, isn't it?
"Right?"
"After all, the gambling" Gambling "doesn't fit either, because the rules are different. In that case, is Onna going to go with you? The holes are in the same position, right?
Each had an inferior laugh echoed.
- A lot of them. There are probably ten of them.
Boo, with the sumptuous head of consciousness, Myol works his thoughts while falling.
This situation was suddenly beaten down from behind and surrounded by a large number of men. It's utterly deadly.
Whatever - if Myol was just a woman, I'm talking about.
It was more dangerous than coming out of the village. I don't know when or what will happen. This is just my fault for being alarmed and beaten down, and I'm not going to hit a woman - or anything like that. Compared to those bandits' raids, it's no big deal.
It is far below the bandits as a force of war, such as the wanderings involved in the alleys of the city. If you're a chanter, Mage, it's really easy to get rid of.
(Uh... it hurts sometimes, and it comes sometimes...)
Feeling angry that his opponent had beaten him down to that extent, but with his head starting to focus clearly because of that anger, Myol began chanting while falling and lying down -
(... I'll give you double back... but don't complain if you get black-covered - right!
There was a flash.
Dazzling swirls of electric light lick up narrow alleys around depressed myols. A blow without a clue. Too powerful for the men surrounding her to bake together in an instant.
"Ha..."
As white smoke and enthusiasm can get around, the female chanter (Magee) wakes up slowly.
Looking around to see the end of the stupid wanderings...
"Hugh, it's dangerous. It's dangerous. This is why you can't be alarmed about Mage, the chanter, right?
Eyes open in amazement.
A stone wall in an alley that darkens with lightning strikes and slows down smoke. The black traces that linger dotted tell the story as much as the power of a thunderbolt.
But the original purpose was not fulfilled.
A black herd hissing in a narrow alley.
It was a heterogeneous population. Uniquely wrapped in black and large capes, there are about ten men. As one, he wasn't down. Some do not fly out of range, while others deploy clear thin films before themselves.
All of them - intact.
(... ugh, sooo... overpowered, I...!?
sooner than you understand what that means,
"I let go of Ikinari technique. Ah, Yuruyul's is a monster who had a woman. This is gonna take some tuning, okay?
A lean man leading the way waves his right arm on the spot.
Almost at the same time, Myol's body blew lightly. It is slammed against a hard stone wall, with the momentum drawn by the parabola.
"Damn..., ah...!
He collapsed to the ground, not knowing what he had received.
The skinny man who blew Myol off, let's go hi-hi.
Too thin a face. Inverted brunette. Strange eyes. A creepy man with the impression that his hair grew on his cheeks. Is this black cape the leader?
Obviously, it's not just a pastime. It's Maggie, the chanter.
(Come on, Tsukuba...)
And most of all, the anomaly.
"Color".
Myol has the ability to see color in people. I can see it in these men. It is.
My eyes are about to crush, enough to make me nauseous - dark.
A darker, darker pulse than the cloak the men themselves are wrapping themselves around.
- These guys, they suck.
It's not just sloppiness. There is no comparison between thieves. Muscled villain. No, even the word rogue etc is raw and warm. Something, like coming from somewhere with different values, like another creature. It is not as if he had fallen into the path of evil after an extravagant turn, but as if he were born evil.
And then, it's not just Maggie, the chanter. Obvious awesome. That's about ten people. If...
Create a gap and run. Myol hurts and starts chanting not to be enlightened - it was supposed to.
It's Miemie.
A skinny man jumped. Spray the wind force as it is and drive the universe on a blast. The skinny man, who literally flew through the sky, left it to the gliding momentum to slap his toes into Myol's belly.
"...,... or...!
Flying kick from super flying.
It is sandwiched between the man's toe and the wall behind him, and a breath of unspoken anguish is exhaled from Myol's mouth. A mass of blood overflowed from her lips as she followed.
"The 'wobble' is damned...... finally, yawdy, what about the woman's body. I'm not comfortable kicking."
Two, three shots and a kick were pounded in, and Myol rolled down the ground without the art of exchanging. Like chasing a ball that flew farther than I thought it would be, the man who flies is chased with troublesome footsteps.
(... of)
While I lay low on my depression, devouring my teeth in pain, it was a myol that I could put into my right hand to unleash a thunderbolt,
"Negative."
A man of the temple, who had come all the way to his sight, stomped his hand relentlessly.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!
A scream that didn't happen to go up. Just waiting for it, man, let's get dirty.
"So-so. That's how it suits a woman to cry. So, why don't we stick together, too, Koch?
It was a kick-ass myol, but the kick flew right in.
He takes a blow with no additions, subtractions, or hesitations, and strikes his head on a hard cobblestone. A man's voice echoed in a void as his consciousness flew in the blink of an eye.
"You're not wasting your resistance. We have to do something about the demon warrior Maygus. It's just a woman."
(…, Magician "Maygas" …)
That familiar name echoes cancer in my head.
A group of notorious chancers, Magee, who came from far south. Behavior like an outlaw is noticeable, but its strength is real. He said he is seen as the winning candidate for this heavenly banquet.
"When you think that the ordinary people disobey us and think that we might be able to do something about it, that's the only angry wacko. You know what I mean?
The man keeps pounding in the kick, as if trampling the presence of Myol. The storm of violence will not pass, even if your mouth rips open and some bone makes a choked noise.
"For the most part, I'm talking about my men. You must be the one who got out of the Wu Festival registry. What, were you going to leave? You, for the heavenly banquet? Are you kidding me? You want that much money? If you're a woman, you're a woman, and you know how to make the right money, right?
As it showed, the man of the temple roughly stripped Myol of his cloak.
A whistle rises from the rest of the magician Maygas, who was watching, on a silver breastplate resembling a swimsuit and an outfit wearing only a short waistcloth.
Conversely, the lean torso shrugged away with a frown.
"Ha, what are you, a naked cunt? Shame on you. Shame on you. Or are you doing something, even in the business of a magician and a hooker?
A lowly voice rises from among the dodgy boiling men.
"Mr. Dj Foul, you're so stingy. Because of the horny cool upper balls, but with all those bruises, you'll lose your bones and monkeys."
"That's better than that. Long time no see, blonde. Blonde... hey, blonde. Nah, hey, come on. It's more like that, isn't it? You're taking it home, aren't you?
"Relax, Barbadorf. How much do you like blondes, ooh. You can't take it home this time. It's not about the harvest."
As a dirty laugh once in a while, the skinny man known as Dj Foul grabs Myol's hair abusively. I was forced to pull, face up.
"Ooh, woman. What's your name?"
…………
You think I'm going to call you that?
Eat up your teeth and squeeze your mouth.
(Nah, no... this...)
Instead of words, I'll give you a thunderbolt.
And so he chanted not to be enlightened.
"Ha ha..."
Sighing, Dj Foul grabbed Myol's right pinky finger unconsciously, twisting and bending without hesitation.
", uh-- no, ahhh!
"Can't you speak up? I'm asking you. Answer me. Don't give me any trouble."
Two, three shots and I get cheeky. Not flat handed. A fist round trip strikes Myol's cheek relentlessly.
What this man should fear is his ability to seize the moment.
At that moment when Myol tries to turn back, he plugs in the attack. It is read. 'Shaking', which you should be cleverly hiding, is completely mastered -.
Continuous, primitive violence.
"Mr. Dj Foul, you're going to die."
"Uh, it depends on this woman."
(Damn...)
- Ouch. Painful. I can't win. I can't run away.
Then at least...... quick. Ha, ha.
"Well... I'm just gonna ask you one more time, okay? What's your name?"
"... Myol..., Myol Fells... Trem..."
Quick, I want to be released.
Such a giving up psychology began to shake Myol's heart.
"Where are you from?
"... Rain... of Deal..., Kerlia, Village..."
"Raindeer? I remember hearing that somewhere"
"Uh, sure, it was the name of the country where Doris Dorneroy's idiot was raped. Was it five years ago? I don't care if it's the capital or the king's capital, but only one of us did it."
When the man withheld behind said, Dj Foul made a bitter face as he scratched his head boldly.
"Or so. Damn that idiot, Yaraya with the name of the magician" Maygas "on his back. Dirty bitchiguso. You're gonna lose your temper."
"Raindeer shouldn't be that far from here. When the martial arts festival is over, why don't you go?
To the words, Dj Foul smiled niggardly.
"- That's good. It's a pleasure to show Raindeer and the rest of them the power of the real magician Maygus."
Laughing shaking like a rattlesnake, he drops his gaze on Myol just because he remembers.
"So, Myol. Why did you want to go to the Heavenly Banquet? With all this fucking weakness, you thought you could handle it? You want that much money? You said you were out of the village, no. Are you fucking poor?
"... yes... my sister's, the treatment... the cost..."
"Ooh, you heard me, you guys. Myol, for his sister's sake, is a wacko who tried to get into a winning battle. I don't know what happened to my sister. You're gonna make me cry, aren't you? Apprenticeships, motherfuckers."
"Wirth."
"You're not replying while scratching your crotch, Barbadorf. So, unfortunately, Myol, you can't do it. I don't know who I can do more than we can."
Ji Foul, laughing like a jerk, whispers in Myol's ear.
"So at least I'll show you another way to make money. You know, you can use that body to make money."
Ji Foul's tongue turns, as if to offer a name.
"I know a man. - You're not wacky, are you? Cool. Look, Myol, I'm just gonna plant a whore as a top-notch xxx that squeezes all the energy and money out of a man. I'll knock you all right in. Thank you."
"Don't tell me you're just talking about the advance payment for the participation fee and the loss of money to buy a woman."
"I'll kill you, you idiot."
In a narrow alley, the men burst into laughter.
Thus said Dj Foul, who floated a distorted
"Look, Myol, say it. Hold me, say please. Try onedali from yourself, Ola."
- Is it because of too much blood?
My head, it makes me depressed.
Speak, will this hell end? If it breaks, will I wake up from this nightmare......
My sister's... Ruthia's face crosses the back of her brain.
My sister has lost her leg freedom and is no longer able to walk side by side with me. Because your sister will do something for you, and you jumped out of the village.
If you don't compete in the Heavenly Boom Feast and win a prize anyway and earn your treatment...
Yes, money. Anyway, I have money.
That's not why I didn't think about selling myself. But I absolutely didn't like that, and I didn't like standing next to my sister with such a body.
But maybe it was sweet.
It may have been sweet of you to go out to heavenly banquet and earn money with your own skill, as the magician Maygus put it.
Then let's just...
"Didn't you hit him too hard, Mr. Dj Foul? I'm not focusing on my eyes anymore, that mom."
"Chip. I like to punch women from a yawk, but it breaks right up."
One or two shots are stretched out on his cheek, and Myol's consciousness, which was about to fall, is pulled up.
"Ola, say it. Please, please."
"... oh"
Open the cut lips.
Ruthia. Wait.
Sister...... make money, I will definitely go home.
"I want to be a magician like your sister, Maggie."
'Mm-hmm. You can be, if you're a rutier. When you can walk, hang in there with me again!
"Ugh."
Just a little more, just wait.
"... oh, -"
Looking into Dj Foul's eyes, Myol said.
Put your middle finger up, spit it out.
Come on, you fucking bald bastard.
- Good luck with the heavenly banquet, I'll be home.
Myol's consciousness was cut off, along with a gushing sensation.
"What are you guys doing!
A sharp voice echoes in a narrow alley.
Turn your face, two soldiers in red armor were about to rush over.
I can't help it. No matter how dim the alley is, it's still daytime. If you go out onto the boulevard a little further away, there's a wave of people who can turn it back.
If the lightning strike had flashed in the alley, or if a large number of people were casually making noise, it was only natural to notice who might be strange.
Dj Foul hits his tongue with chip.
(Keh, I don't care)
Neither did this woman who got in the way, nor gave in to the end.
"You... Magician" Maygas "...!
Seeing a group of black clothes lined up, the soldiers look blatantly bitter. At the same time, he turned his eyes to Ji Foul's feet and hacked.
"The woman...!? Did you guys...? Fools... to rescind the appearance of the heavenly banquet..."
Moments.
Dj Foul grabbed the head of the 'fellow' standing next to him and slammed him straight to the wall next to him.
Gozn, and a tremendous noise.
Without even paying attention to the stunned soldiers, Dj Foul strikes the man's - fellow's head against the wall three, four times. to unusual behavior, but the other blackheads don't even show signs of going into a halt.
"Oh, hey!? What are you doing!?
In the end, the soldier rushes into a stop, and Dj Foul finally releases his hand. The man who had left a red and black stain on the wall and had been grabbed by the magician "Maygas" slipped off powerless. Throw a pep and spit on its head, Ji Foul tells in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, soldier. This idiot was attacking my daughter. I rushed like this, but it's too late. Hand-to-hand with this sanction, will you spare me..."
Mysteriously, I poke the fallen constituent's head with my toes. It was this man, who stopped moving, who laid eyes on the woman chanter (Magee) coming out of the registry office and advanced to Dj Foul to tail him.
of the Demon Martial Artist "Maygas" - the feeling of Dj Foul recognises this sanction as legitimate.
"Mm..."
The soldiers silenced themselves to contemplate.
Dj Foul had already grasped the human nature of this country called Lefe.
Park, unadorned, and lots of sturdy. Sounds good when it comes to seriousness, but I'm finally not accommodating.
There is a strong sense of national identity because of its long history of non-engagement with other countries, and a strong tendency to value family ties in particular.
On the other hand, there are many who are slightly colder on the outside humans and distance themselves approximately.
There is a new "Witch of the Divine Domain" set up to celebrate, but I hear that a few people do not feel comfortable because the person in question is not a person of the Lefe.
"... but we also have a bad reputation. Can't you believe that? I'll let him buy it for his life."
If Dj Foul, whining in self-derision, hoisted his legs over the head of his fallen compatriots,
"Enough, okay"
One of the soldiers interrupted in a hurry.
"This lady is like Maggie, a traveling chanter."
(... Kuk)
Dj Foul did not miss the fact that the voice of the soldier he held up to embrace contained a slight 'relief'.
Time to refrain from the heavenly banquet and gather many different humans. Naturally, there is also a tendency to increase rubbing between others. I can't get around to it very much, even if I'm pursuing all of it deeply.
The main role of the soldiers is to protect their own people until they are exhausted. Unless the victim was a refeit person, their movements tended to slow down.
Right now, the opponent in front of you is the magician Maygus.
It is one of the elements that boosts the heavenly banquet, which is a huge source of income, as well as a mass of violence that the soldiers who rushed cannot control alone.
If you just rushed to them, you can't even determine that Dj Foul's words are a lie. Unlimited proximity to black.
The soldiers in red armor tell them to moan with a sinister face.
"... if you can't see too much, you have to think of a way to deal with it."
"I'm sorry. My people are stupid, and I'm having a hard time getting them together. We're going to win anyway. When the prize money comes in, I'll take care of the compensation for the broken mon and the cost of treating this daughter, and it'll help me greatly."
He shook his shoulder with a jerk, and Ji Foul shook.
If he wins, he'll be instant. You're a wacko to give away money, idiot, and mocking it in your heart.