He shook his fucking dog head and he didn't have any loot?
I even made the ultimate flame sword enchantment that smells like grass. I don't even like it. You didn't get anything?
I couldn't believe this reality.
If I let go of my mind, I thought Teletobies would show up with the Buddha in my heart.
I searched the floor to see if there was some fairy essence or something unscrupulous. There must be something worth money for. He dug through the black-burning leaves and flipped over the ground.
And there was no one.
"No, this will cost you more to fix!"
The excitement of battle and the thrill of victory have been transformed into anger. In the middle of the day, I was so damn tight that I ruled my mind by blowing punches and kicks at bushes and wildflowers.
"Argh!!!!"
Well, it's not like there's nothing there.
It was my first time in my life to fight such a powerful opponent with a 1: 1 ratio.
In the meantime, I was unable to identify my objective abilities because I had only fought with an opponent weaker than me or in favor of my comfort.
However, Orot defeated [the evil, evil, destructive, violent serial killer Maiza, the worst fairy beast, and the beast of the end, the beast of the Book of Revelation itself] by force alone.
This means that my fighting power is at least higher than that of the Dryer.
Is this what a D-class adventurer is all about?
Even by identifying my objective skills, the harvest became in its own way.
If you become friendly with the dryer again one day, you can save the experience and get rid of it more simply.
I didn't get the item, but I got enough EXP and Skill.
It was all a blood and flesh experience.
"Then it's time."
Let's finish the promotion war.
I looked around.
"Khh..."
Cerca was covered on the floor with blood, and a sober custo was on her way. Roel sucks honey first, and she's just shaking next to Custo.
I did it all by myself, you fucker.
He knocked on a crazy dog party, forcibly grabbed the collar and led it to victory.
Fucking hairy bastards, really.
Even though the dog was stubborn, at the same time it had an unknown type of satisfaction. I led these idiots to victory. Only with 100% of my own power. Gimcott grew, both personally and physically mature and growing. Watching your own growth was a delight. Today's desperate experience will make me a better human being.
"Hey, Serka! You're not getting up?"
"Ugh... The wound..."
Serka, who was trying to raise her head by force on my call, reaches out again.
Are you exhausted?
The fatal wounds seem to be avoided, but the whole body is chewed away by sharp nails. There will be a large scar on the whole body. A man would go his own way, but a woman, I don't know. A woman with scars all over her body, isn't she a little manipulative?
"Custo!"
"Yes... yes!"
"Come quickly and heal Cerkana! No, let's do it before I do."
"I will... know..."
After finishing Zahill, Kursto approaches me with Roel's support.
He looked at Serka who was down, but the treatment was the first thing I received. A green light was emitted with a small sound of prayer. As if scanning my body, the passing heel revitalizes my body.
"It's... over... yo..."
"Well, now treat Cerkana."
After a stretch, I hesitated to sit a little further. It was time to get dark. I had to recover as much health as I could and get out of the forest. We'll have to get the confetto before then.
It's hard, but the night march is confirmed.
I don't stand a chance of homelessness with these bitches. If you leave the forest, you'll only have grassland to the city, so if it's the same day as today without clouds, Moonlight will be enough to get you on your way.
"Custo... thank you."
"Rice... nothing... body, body... nothing?"
"Thanks to you. Then it's time."
Apparently, Serca's treatment was also over. She wakes up and turns her shoulder. I got up, too, after the break. Overall, the party members had Merong stamina, but I had to do something.
"Guys, let's go get the Confetto."
"... got it."
We climbed the hill. I saw sooty weeds. Is the Confetto tree going to be okay? In the yard where the boss monsters were caught, all the fruits were burned per Hola. Long live the god of fire. If it ends, they all kill and kill themselves.
The Confetto tree was also charred.
I looked up anxiously, and fortunately, the fruits only melted a few open at the bottom, and the rest seemed fine. I think I could get enough 10.
"Custo. Roel. Serge. Now, it's time for you to play. You can also say you were born for this moment. Let's go get some fruit."
The height of the tree was high.
It was so hard, I just decided to leave it to the kids. I killed Dryd myself in the first place, but they should do this. Quests are all about working together. One person didn't do it alone.
"Too high. How did you..."
Loel complained after looking up at the tree.
"If you put the three patterns together, you're a dick. Trust the power of friendship."
I said so and I just walked up and sat down. When I saw it from a distance, I saw three of them doing something, and Serka started riding on a tree, and she said, "Argh!" It crashed as it was. Motherfucker.
It's funny, though, so I look at it.
Cursto gives Roel a thirst to see if the three bastards who hit him on the head again have now made an operation. Loel tries to hit a branch with a staff, but does not touch it. Serca, who saw it like that, failed to climb above Roel. When the Human Tower collapses, three people fall apart.
I wondered when my daughter was going to think about it, and I decided to just lie down.
Looking down, Loel and Custo laid the floor, Serca climbed on it, and then jumped and grabbed the branch.
And I started picking fruit on the branches as if I were a rod of iron. A melon-sized confetto that Loel and Custo receive. The harvest continued in a very dangerous way.
After about 20 minutes of physical activity, I succeeded in collecting 15 confettos.
I don't know about the fruity trio, but my health has fully recovered. Nearby, I classified the confettos. Two of the fifteen were a little burst, and two had a small, sooty mark. It has no commodity value, this way.
There were only 11 that were fine.
"Hey, Roel. Confetto, can you eat this?"
"... if you process it. A little in life."
"Yes."
I slowly put the confettos in the sack. I also picked leaves to act as a cushion. I carefully wrapped it so that no wound would occur and tied the sack and gave it to Cerca.
"Let's take this with us."
"..."
"Are you complaining?"
"Nothing. I'll take it."
The weight of the sack was considerable. I couldn't bear to carry this.
Cerca hugs her sack.
"If the fruit breaks, I'll kill it."
"Don't worry about it."
Let's go back now. There will be no problem because there are signs on the way back and there are adequate remembrance.
- Bugs and bumps.
I walked out of the forest.
The sun was falling. The sky was still watered with orange light, but the forest covered with bushes and strange plants was extremely dark because of the shade. Let's speed it up a little bit.
"Let's go faster."
It was so easy to say a word that the group's speed was automatically accelerated.
It is said that dragons can use the power of the mystery of speech to exert supernatural power just by speaking. I don't know, but what I did was definitely similar to that. It's kind of like the Spirit. To put it simply, coercion or intimidation.
I left the forest by the time the sun ran out. It was indeed the power of the verb. With his feet on the meadow, he saw more than the interior of the forest by the influence of shining stars and moons.
Tonight the moon was bright.
The moons floating over the vast open meadows have become great lights.
Throughout the walk, the shadows continued long.
"Huff, huff..."
Serka starts stumbling with a rough breath. She also consumed a lot of health. It was a little too much for a woman's fitness to march from being a Manshin Chang to something like that.
"Serka, is it hard?"
"... no. It's not hard."
"I don't like it anymore. You thought it was tough."
"..."
If not, it's not. I rested earlier and was in good shape.
I sent Serka forward again and stood at the last minute and walked around.
What are the nocturnal monsters around here?
In fact, it's only a few hours away from the city, so strong monsters don't live. Drying in the forest is a unique case. There is one thing in the bay, but I don't worry much.
- Furry.
When I walked like that, Serka fell.
Immediately, I ran up and grabbed the sack she was holding.
Fortunately, the sack did not fall.
"What, what is it? What's wrong with you? Hey, Custo."
I opened the sack and looked inside and called Custo.
There was no damaged confetto.
I swept down my chest.
"I think I'm exhausted... Joe, take a little break and..."
"No, did you walk until you ran out foolishly? Then let's go rest."
It seemed like about two hours to Isvant.
Nursing left it to Custo and hesitated to sit down and rest.
I wanted to go back to my place.
Well, the city gates won't open if you go now anyway. Even if we arrive early, we have to wait for the sun to set. Then at least six to eight hours will have to be cooked outside.
When you enter the morning, you go to the guild, hand over the confetti, advance to class D. I think you can stop by the forge, leave the knife, buy groceries and liquor, and go into the house.
I wanted to see Claudie's face.
I just spent one day with these lunatics and found out. If I'm next to a lunatic, I'm going to be a lunatic too. I had to get away from these lunatics as soon as I could for a good impact.
They were truly disgusting human soldiers.
I'd rather have strength. They are demons that kill people without asking or asking. They are out of the way in the first place, so it's very convenient and good to just look at them like sea water and kill them with a seemingly clan amputation.
However, puppies like Roel and Serka could be called real exhaust rocks that deepen hierarchical discrimination and divide humanity as people live in a living society.
It's like pretending to be human, hiding behind people and attacking people. It's worse than robbery. Unlike robbers, you can't easily kill them. I don't know if it's Cerca.
People have a fighting instinct to fight against themselves and others. They are deepening it. What was the cruel white supremacist group KKK born of? Why was Hitler born?
It was all Roel and Serka's fault.
I had no choice but to treat her like that.
All of a sudden, fuck you again.
Damn Nazi bastards!
"Hey! Get up! Now let's go!"
"Oh, Serca's still in her right mind..."
"Maybe you're carrying it. One with the sack and the other with the serka."
I started again, but there's no way the weary kids are going to make it. It's spreading again. Fuck. There's nothing going on. Claudie, I miss you. Copson, I want to see this cheek, I want to see Elise and Maria. Winia... what the fuck is Winia?
In the end, I was forced to rest until morning when I was sleepy in that atmosphere. The sun has begun to rise. Sercado Roel and Custo moved without saying how much health they recovered.
On the other side, the walls of Isvant begin to be seen.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Suddenly I made friends with monsters."
"That's a lot of work. Go in."
It was time for breakfast, so I passed the gate. As always, the guard was loose. I couldn't live happily ever after.
I headed straight for the Adventurer Guild on my way in. No matter how close I get to the guild, my heart starts pounding.
Finally, Gimcott is promoted to a D-class adventurer in roughly three years of his life. It was literally a Soul Advancement War. I poured out everything I had. The steps were light, unlike the exhausted body and the detached mentals.
Now it's time to get that reward.