In the warm corner of the tavern, they were just having a late lunch.
Because of the sudden deterioration of the weather, a good number of them seem to have rushed into the store, from adventurer-inspired organizations to locals. Until then, it was quiet. The store became noisy all at once.
Outside the window, the snow is pounding and blowing hard.
"Shit... I don't care"
To that man who has the same vice as a cliche,
"You're telling me, Corrale. He said to give up already."
One of my buddies responded to your concern.
"Because you're angry! Such a good woman for such a lad!
cancer, and Corrale fisted at the table. The dishes and glasses on it make a deafening noise with Gashan, and that makes it extra irritating.
Ugliness exposed over the mountains yesterday.
I ran into the carriage pitifully before the resentful demon who suddenly appeared.
'Mm, I can't! Draughtrow, you're kidding. Eh! Can you fight such a bakemon?
A pitiful scream of myself is still creeping behind my ears.
"About Drawthrow... if you don't mind, I can do it too."
"That's my first ear. Then we're going to have a little more fun."
"Ugh, damn it! You said Lugo Aliumi or something... that kid..."
It was a casual vice while I was drinking.
that,
"Lugo Aliumi? Now."
There was a picker.
Crowded liquor store. People who hiccup from earlier.
One of them was looking back.
"Ah?"
Naturally, Corrale throws an astonishing glance.
The opponent wrapped his skinny in a black robe to the tip of his head without a neighborhood. At first glance, I don't even know if it's a man or a woman. but
"Lugo Aliumi. Te, you say that, don't you? Now."
The squeaky voice of the strange slippery tongue and the angular jaw shaping peeking from the hood worn in the depths of his eyes showed that he was definitely a man.
"Oh, my God. You're not listening."
It's a chorale to eat.
"The problem is, your mouthing da." Lugo Aliumi or something...... that kid...... "and you do say ta. Mouthwatering da like you actually meet teh tah. Talking about the heavenly banquet, it's not like that. Repeat your name to confirm.
The robe figure, who came bumping in with a strangely descriptive mouthful, peered into Corrale's face with a van and hand on the table.
"- Where'd you meet Deta?
"Ah!? What the heck -!?
also exaggerate at the opponent's inexplicable attitude,
"......, ugh"
Collare is a bent, experienced adventurer.
You've traveled the harsh outside world, and you've survived this far. In order to identify safety and danger, a considerable amount of research had been developed.
The feeling tells.
This guy sucks, he said.
Even this close-range, deeply worn hood becomes a shadow, and the man's face is clearly invisible.
However, the exposed jaw tip is creepy white, and the violet is not vibrant. From its jaw to its jaw, as if it were a corpse, there are several cluttered carvings of old cuttings. From this perspective, is it possible that even the face is scratched?
If you look closely, there are also endless traces of painful lines running in the palms placed on the table.
More than anything else, Collaret fought the
(This guy..., he stinks)
The smell of death. Signs of death.
Such things are deeply creeping into the core of the body. Death. Killing. Ravage. Such negative businesses are stained.
Obviously, it wasn't the usual opponent.
Compared to this guy, he's just a monkey, like Draughtrow. Awesome enough to seem like it.
"... Oh, rather than meeting him, yesterday... I came across a mountain on the Wang Capital side in an organization, and I happened to be among them. Are you still in this city... I don't know if you've been anywhere else..."
Better not defy it. It's not something I know what I'm going to do. Corrale, who had so decided, was speaking without concealing herself as she withdrew.
After the robe showed a slightly contemplative bare gesture,
"Is Lugo Aliumi alone?
"Oh, no... there was a woman with me, Belgrette..."
Set aside for a beat. The man's mouth hung, shaping his grin.
"Enough is enough," Corale hips as she feels something zoggy in her yellowish, incongruous dentition.
"There's no one else. Is that Ta?
"Yes, I don't know if we're still together, but there were two treasure hunters, Sabel Alhano and Julie Micheus. They seem to be known in the neighborhood. I didn't know until I met him in person... have you heard of him?"
After another beat in the robe,
"Sabel Alhano......? sounds familiar Te......! Oh, sure...... It is."
The man laughed creepily again, letting it contain a bit of a surprise.
"Oh, that's about all I know. Enough."
The man does not reply, but returns his heel and leaves. It is no longer as if you have forgotten the existence of Collaret or anything else.
I'm about to bite "say thank you" if it's my original Corrale temper, but I didn't get any more of that on this other guy.
"…… ~ ~"
Except I'm glad nothing happened, the relief fills my chest. My heart is pounding. I also totally woke up drunk.
"Killer, hey..."
One of my buddies still speaks with his face pulled.
"... no, something... more..."
It was an accidentally squeaky collare, but 'more' what is it? I was just shivering, not knowing it myself.
The man in the black robe walks through people like a shadow when he does, leaving the crowded store behind.
…………
Collare is an experienced adventurer.
Survival was the immediate aim when I ran out, but people are things where greed sprouts. The desire to make more money, to sell more names, to let a better woman serve her, gradually swelled. Sometimes Sabels and driftshields seemed to fill them, and it was also true that I found them objectionable.
But...
(Holy shit... keep it up, okay...)
As long as I can keep an eye on such a deal - as it stands, I can stay on the wooden end of the depression.
Can't get my pitiful scream out of my ear? That's a lot.
Screaming means being distressed means being 'alive'.
Yes, I haven't remembered in a long time.
Outside the walls, a world of luck, even if there is just life. I've been doing relatively well here lately, so I was totally worried about it and lost it.
It exists. There's something in the world that I don't know about tomorrow. If you get your eyes on a guy like that, you'll end up with an ordinary bone like yourself...
Without difficulty, without greed, without anything. That's what's best.
Corrale was completely awed and stared outside as her robe disappeared.
Wind and snow were even more intense and dense.