"Jyao-!!!!!"
At first, he tried to do something with a dagger.
It was a ferocious time to swing around and synthesize.
"You fucking bitch! Let's go!"
However, when Copson, who was simply rushing into the shield, was first blocked and hit by the wall, and then me and Mary began to steal his lower body, he was forced to fall down crying out to his mother.
- Puck, puck!
- Furburbuck!
Since then, I have only poured out the primitive violence that united him with the power of friendship.
The year of the beating was like this.
The notion of mercy did not exist for Mary and Copson, who became a world so fierce that even I was bored. They were indigenous and adventurous people living in an extremely precarious world, distinguishing themselves from their enemies and allies, and thrusting swords into old age.
"Haa... Haa... You'd be dead by now, wouldn't you?"
"I'm afraid it might suddenly come to life."
He ran as famously as he was fucked on a blessed day.
To be honest, I only knew that when black smoke came out of the hole where the knife had been stabbed, it would get better. Fortunately, he died blindfolded. Exhaling smoke was just like the last act.
"Plain bastard. You are the one who was close to us."
It was a very futile end for a wizard who had mastered the Blink.
In this way, death is equal for all, so that man can live humbly in his own position. There is no business in front of Dacopper.
"It's commendable to cast the blinds and shields stored in Memorize, but we can't be our opponents. Well done, Wizard. Your dagger was pretty good."
I recited it by trampling on the dead wizard's corpse.
Evil beings cannot be held by the power of friendship.
"Isn't he dead already? You won't hear it."
"What are you saying to the body?"
Claudie called me.
"Cat, are you done?"
"Uh, Claudie. You? Ah... I have nothing to ask you."
I saw the six pieces of work piled up in the back of Claudie as she approached. It was a horrible sight to wonder if half of them had been in and out of the mixer for a while.
She hugged me like she was falling apart. "Tired, will you hold me? You already have a" B "." Rarely was she hardly breathed after she had been knifed. No matter how difficult it was for Claudie to defeat such monsters by herself, even a seasoned warrior who was a hybrid of Dark Elves. I was a superhero, but there was a strong limit to it.
"How many gargoyles were there?"
"Twenty maybe?"
"That's a lot of shit. Thank you. Well done."
As the excitement of the battle goes, her flesh feels incredibly soft. I chose to hide in her arms for a while.
By the way, what a spectacle. Wings and limbs fly around here and there, and the bloody sea forms a river. That's why I won't be able to take it. There was too much damage.
"... that's enough of your love affairs and get ready to withdraw. I want to go back and get some rest."
"Jealous. Jealous."
I fell in love with Claudie shrewdly on that horse.
"Oh, let's start the plunder!"
"Ow!"
Those of us who shouted relief immediately searched this large room. First, it was a dagger decorated with four wands held by the socialists and a strange pattern taken from the last one. It seemed to be used for the sacrifice of something. There was nothing else besides it.
"You poor bastards."
"So I'm into this weird religion."
"Like that."
I don't have it all, and my life is stubborn, so I entrust myself to this strange religion.
What's social? I heard that there are no parents or brothers.
I looked around the room, but there seemed to be nothing special except an altar in the center. We naturally searched the altar. The fire of the altar was still burning, and it was crazy to think that something might have been sacrificed.
"Hey, Copson. There's nothing up there!"
"I don't think so!"
Copson went up to the altar and looked at the place where the fire had set. Me and Meria. And Claudie wandered around the altar and explored with her eyes open, wondering if there was anything worth paying for.
After a while, I came to a conclusion.
"Fuck this, isn't it?"
The face of the party members was dark. Even if I touched Mr. Murman, I looked around and found something worth the money, but I don't think I had much fun either.
"No way. There must be something in this place..."
We searched the room a little more paranoidly in the beginning, but nothing was found separately. A furious child kicks six pieces of gargoyles.
"Motherfuckers! Motherfuckers!"
"Calm down. But you got Wand and Dagger, right?"
I was very angry, as Meria said, but there were 8 Wands I still had. Even if I only hit 2 silver in one sack, I could get 4 silver per person with 16 silver.
You could expect up to five silver coins if you sell them to the body part of Gargoyle, which was already in the sack in 50 coopers after completing the quest. No, it was a fucking big buck.
For Mr. Murman, 25 coupons each will be engraved and handed over about a silver.
"But they all look the same."
"Hmm?"
When I look closely, the wands all look the same. The color was the same and the size of the embedded crystal spheres was constant. Formulation equipment? If you use the same equipment, I wonder if these socialites are organized.
"I think they're quite organized. This is a fucking flare, flare. If you go to the church with your head cut off and report it, you might give me a huge bounty."
"Oh, I see!"
If we take that too, our profits will be a lie.
I couldn't find anything worth the money anymore. He quickly sliced his head with a tattoo of the socialites. My eyes were dull, and suddenly I thought that my cut head might jump in, but that was not the case.
A corpse is just a corpse.
"All right, let's go."
Those of us who took the loot went back to the path they had left behind.
Finding a way was no problem. It's because Murman recorded his way all the way here. In many ways, he has shown a horrible appearance, but he will be satisfied if he pays for a silver one.
"Oh, let's take this, too."
"These are the kids I killed earlier."
When I went back, I also found the socialites I killed earlier. Their heads were also cut off and carried away. It was really hard to eat because I didn't have hair. From the middle, I just took off my cape and went cheap.
I got out of the fourth floor. Immediately I went to the place where I hid my sack and bag. Fortunately, there was no problem. I also took it and went up. I found a zombie in the middle, and I just killed it and threw it in the gutter.
By the way, what happened to the one who escaped earlier... Must be floating around in the dark.
I didn't know.
"Nightmare. Is time already like this?"
It was already midnight. No, given the location of the moon, it may be dawn. I spent a lot of time exploring labyrinth-like waterways.
Still, the clear air on the ground was a pleasant thing.
It was very pleasant for the night air to burst.
"Mr. Murman, here's the good work. It's a silver one."
"Thank you so much. This is not enough for a hard time."
You gave 1 Silver to Murman. Then he burst into tears, laughing and putting the silver coins in his arms, and he began to faint.
"The quest is over. I'll report the success, so go to the guild in the morning and get your reward."
"Yes, Mr. Murman did a great job. Oh, take the sack. This is a little heavy, but anyway, get in there... Maria, Copson. You can give me 25 coopers each. Mr. Murman, should I call it an employment expense? Let's split it."
"Yes."
"I see."
Only Mercedes who received money and sacks disappeared into the darkness. The sack contained the head of the undead. It is a testament to the success of the quest. Of course, the head of the socialists and the Gargoyle draughtem were carried in Copson's bag and my cloak.
"Take it, Barbarian."
Copson and Meria gave me 25 coupons, and Meria said as she gave me the money.
"So what do we do now? Isn't it a little late? Is the church open for business?"
"Isn't that a 24-hour church job?"
This is why it is difficult to be late. Even if I try to settle it, it is too vague to split the money by closing all the shops.
Wands are eight, so even though they are divided into two, they share a little bit of hair, but the same applies to daggers and gargoyles.
"There's no way, is there? Then let's go to church."
Claudie said, "Well, I don't think there's any way to do it but to go. So I departed for the Bronze Society Church.
The Bronze Society is a place where festivals bore me.
When I gave Flesh Golem a headache, I didn't even know how much reward I would get for this headache, which is evidence of paganism and socialism.
Once upon a time, picking up the beep and taking it to the police station, it feels like I just gave you something good.
To briefly explain the doctrine of this bronze astronomical society, those who serve Verde, the god of heaven, were religious thugs who had the radical idea that the wicked should kill the good and slay them with zero tolerance in order to balance them.
Here, the wicked refer to pagans or socialists.
In a broad sense, robbers in the back alley will also be included, but I don't really care about that. Anyway, since they are such people, if you bring me these evil looking heads, I will definitely reward you.
Arriving at the front door of the church, the door was firmly closed.
"Here we are. Those damn doors are locked."
"Is it too late? Should I see you tomorrow and come back?"
"I still don't care."
As I grumbled and stood in front of him, a priest opened the small door next to the gate. The on-call priest... he told us he looked very tired.
"What's going on?"
"Ah."
I whispered to him in secret.
"Perhaps... I have found evidence of paganism and are you interested?"
"Evidence of paganism! Are you an adventurer?"
He looked at us with great interest in the word 'pagan'.
In response to that question, we nodded.
"Yes. I stumbled across pagans today and brought the evidence. I brought it because I wanted to give you a reward if you submit it to the church. And, of course, the information goes together."
"Well, first of all, show me the evidence."
I gave him a noticeably embarrassed headache and showed him the head of a socialist.
A pale white skin with a wicked pattern on its face. And a blind man without white eyes. The priest who saw him cried out in awe.
"Amazing! You pupil! This is evidence of evil! Come in now!"
"Long live."
"Uh-huh."
"Cook."
"Hm... I hope it's over soon."
And when he entered the church, he was guided into a room, a room without windows, with a table and chairs for about eight people to sit around.
The priest set fire to the light and demanded that the heads be placed on the table.
I took out 8 buckets of head and a piece of gargoyles and put them on the line. The pieces of gargoyles looked like socialites were doing gargoyles, so I put them up. Wand was already split in two, so he didn't have to raise it.
"Gargoyle!"
"Do you know?"
"The hands of evil creatures... What the hell... Wait a minute. I'll wake the superior minister."
Surprised as if confused, he went out the door.
"Well, I'm starting to expect something..."
"Neither do I. Hmm, I wonder what you'll give me."
Marywa and Copson said.
"I'm so excited all of a sudden. I didn't expect that. Claudie, if you get paid, let's get you something delicious or something."
"Yeah, but I'd rather go back now than do that."
"Hang in there a little bit. Aren't you pounding?"
"It's a bluff."
Claudie grabbed my wrist and began to stroke. As hard as it was today, the desire seemed to have accumulated. Damn it. You can't even get back to this.
- Yikes.
Soon after, a senior minister came in who I remember seeing once. He looked at my face and pretended to know.
"Oh, didn't you bring that supply of Flesh Golem back then?"
"That's right, we have a deep connection. So let's talk about it."
"Good."
He sat on the other side of us.