Gate of Amitilicia Online

"Ouch!?

The impact on his face made heaven disappear in an instant. It tastes like dirt. Um, where's Moffmoff that just happened?

"What are you doing, you?

I looked up and saw my legs. There is a frightened Reddin's face as he wakes up his torso and moves his gaze up.

"... and Quinn?

"If you're a wolf, there you are."

If you look at the end of your gaze, there's Quinn who sat down. You, you left because Reddin came? I would have drowned in that fur a little more... I even made it to the dirt wall to keep my surrounding eyes out of sight. I should still have kept them surrounded by all sides.

"So, what can I do for you?

Sitting on the spot and asking, Reddin warped his face.

"What's up? Are you still expensive?

"What kind of pervert is that? If you look in a bad mood, it's because Quinn got away with your closeness."

Can't you help hitting Reddin eight times? Quinn took care of my body for just a few moments, which made it a lot easier. I couldn't get the last one.

"So, I ask you again, what can I do for you?

"Yeah, we should probably get going, so let's see how it goes before then."

So you were worried about me? Even if the bastard worries me - what a tearing atmosphere. It's true that I'm happy.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Thanks."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm just wondering how you got there."

To be honest with you, Reddin said, shrugging his shoulders. Is that what you're gonna hear? I can't believe it.

'Cause you had a meal like that.

What? and a frowning Reddin.

"There's no point in me and those guys doing PvP on that spot. It doesn't matter which way you win. Because there's no way it works that the winner has legitimacy. Which means PvP is not an end in itself, but a means, right?

"Huh...?

"The purpose is to expose and make public those lies and stop the spread of slander against me. I have to have all the materials I need to do that. Even if they say they're saving videos as circumstantial evidence, they're weak enough to tie it directly to the slate owner."

The only players who know about that thing are me and those guys, so I'm pretty much sure they're the ones who threw it more than I can stand. But I can make that clear because I'm a party. Besides, even if I point that out, if you try to be another player, you don't know if I'm telling the truth.

"Then the most effective thing is a confession by those guys themselves. But normally stuffed, there's no way those sex-rooted guys would honestly confess. Then you'll need a slightly more forceful approach, but usually if you do that on the field, you're a complete criminal. But PvP would be a violent battle by mutual agreement, so we wouldn't have to worry about that."

PvP (duel) is guaranteed by GAO law. Letting the other person die as a result is not incriminating, and you are supposed to do whatever it takes if it is not forbidden by the conditionality at the start. Whatever you do, I actually have a few implicit understandings.

And there's no way I'm gonna lose to make you confess, and I'm gonna have trouble getting you to die over there until I gel everyone out. If you leave your resistance behind, you could get killed in one shot by some kind of clap. So it's GAO. So I broke it so that I couldn't use my hands and feet in the hurting process, and I took any resistance by destroying or throwing weapons away as far as possible. When it came to magicians, I had to be able to speak, so I crushed my eyes so that even if I could speak, I wouldn't be able to target me with magic. The man who crushed his jaw allowed him to recover and speak.

"Later, I have to thoroughly remind him not to imitate this stupid again. Because they're not the kind of people who preach with their mouths and get through. I just have to carve it into my body."

You can't hurt me halfway. They were going to do something that wasn't right again if it was too much throat. So much so that if you see me, you want to get away with it instantly, you did it relentlessly. You know what happens when you do the same thing to someone else, it also means a curse. The extent is obviously different, but the essence is the same as what I did to Brute before.

In fact, I don't know if I needed to do that much. It's not like there's a real possibility of reflection and revamping like a brute. Brute's remodeling was a surprise to me. However, to look at what these guys have said and done so far, I decided it wouldn't be the first time. Maybe those guys have a Brute kind of situation, too, because they didn't really look that way. That's why I did it after deciding there was no chance.

"Legally prepare a place to hurt someone, confession after coercion due to violence, but we can also secure evidence once and for all, and we can imprint it so that we don't feel like doing this stupid imitation again. An operation that could be exactly one stone, two birds, but also three birds. He used to give me such a meal."

"Wait, wait, wait! You, that's what you were thinking!?

For some reason Reddin panicked. No, 'cause you'd be the one who set it up.

"What is it?

"... no, I just thought you'd be stressed out while you unilaterally get slapped on the bulletin board... I was going to offer you a place to smash those guys up and dissipate..."

... I wasn't sure what Reddin said. No, maybe he didn't want to understand.

"What...?

"So I didn't have the same intentions you had in mind then..."

I chewed the word and understood what it meant, and I fell back as it was. Throw your hands and feet out and close your eyes.

"What, you mean I just read it on my own? Did you say that the only way to kill him was to worry about him?

Me, I hurt those guys pretty patiently...... wasted bones?

"Uh... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. You can punch me in the face until I'm clear on PvP."

"You want to sink my mood any more... Fine, I'm sorry I didn't confirm my intentions..."

Newspaper ministers were basic. If I fail to do so, I have a problem too. And it's not like violence as a imprint in itself would be in vain.

"So, what's going on with the bulletin board?

Knowing his demeanor, he asks while he falls asleep. Until now, in the end, I haven't seen the sleigh itself.

"Yeah, I'll do the writing myself, but Aoleen and the others are editing the text."

I lifted my head, which was deeply lowered, and Ladin looked back. I don't see it coming from my position, but maybe there's Aoleen and the others over there. She's going to make an easy sentence to understand.

"Oh well. This is a video I just took. Make the most of it."

Even though it's over, I don't want to waste what I've done. If you could at least help me with that, I would have thought so.

"No, it was the general decision of the team not to upload PvP videos"

"... why? If I put it all up, including around where I'm questioning them, it wouldn't be that easy to understand, would it?

"... it wouldn't make sense to lose your reputation in a different way with activities to restore your reputation"

If you ask me, yes. Me, I wonder why I didn't turn my head so far...

"I don't use the video itself, but I use the information you made me throw up. Especially since all my lesbians as far as they can remember. As far as I can tell, there's no strange part of it. But even though it's anonymous, is it funny or frightening to say that a third of it was their selfie with a low estimate?"

Except there may be minutes that the person can't remember or minutes that he or she may deliberately shut up. I don't even know how far the sleigh went, but I'm sure a lot of them are over 30%. Unlike some anonymous bulletin board or something, you don't see an ID or anything, and you can perform all you want?

"Well, don't worry, I'll kata you over here later. Maybe that's it."

"I hope so. So, what happened to the other party? Have you left yet?

That's all I'll ask you at the end. I'll leave everything to Reddin and the others, and then if anything happens, that's the time.

"We're still stuck in that spot earlier. I guess I'm more concerned about the bulletin board. It's like an overnight atmosphere, waiting for us to write."

Will it be later? Honestly, I don't care what happens to them in the future. No matter what happens if you get into trouble with other players without punishment, it's their own fault. If there is only one concern, only in that their spearheads are not suitable for residents. People with bent sexual roots and herds are targeting people who look weaker than they are. The players have higher basic specs than the residents here. I'd like to think it would be okay if I repeatedly said that I shouldn't be bothering residents in the future when I stab them once and for all, because the original origin is annoyance to residents.

"Captain"

There comes Aoleen. Apparently, the manuscript was ready.

but Aoleen, who came close, looked at me and stopped, sending a cold glance at Reddin.

"If the captain is down, anyway... are you ready, captain?

"Don't tell me I did something! I didn't do anything!?

"They say that's what all criminals say. Now, confess."

"No, Aoleen. Because they haven't really done anything."

When she stood up saying that to Aoleen, who was making a strange misconception, she laughed cously. Oh, you just made fun of me. But I guess Aoleen had some thoughts about the PvP earlier when she said that if Reddin was down, anyway.

"Damn...... So, did you get the manuscript?

"Yes, the captain will just write it down later. And you're ready to leave, but have you decided to accompany Mr. Fist?

As Ladin asked scratching her head, she nodded and Aoleen looked at this one. My companion? What are you talking about?

"Oh, I forgot to mention that. So why don't you take a ride to the caravan? We're gonna get to Zvand a little early, and until then, we're gonna get paid for associate duty, right?

"Hmm... no, I'll enjoy a relaxing walk. We'll have to hunt for the reward for Quinn along the way."

I turned down the proposal. I have to prepare a thank you for keeping Tamer alive. The Zvand outfit is going to make a stopover in the evening or so. Besides, if I accompany you now, you're going to be worried about me a lot.

"I'm sorry. I wish we could arrange that."

"You guys hired at the caravan escort can't delay that leg for personal reasons, can you? Never mind."

I'm on a free-handed journey, but the Reddins are on their way to work. It is up to me to prioritize but what it is.

"Right. Be careful. We're leaving Zvand by the end of the day, so maybe we'll be back together for the time being... and hopefully we'll be able to eat some bear pot then."

"And thank you for the bear's hand,"

"I'll try to figure it out by then."

The cooking method, but also the antidote. Yeah, do something while I'm around Zvand.

I shook hands, and the two walked away. Now, is it time for me to move? Oh, yeah. Before that... Yeah, you're logged in.

"Gunhild, now, okay?

Set up a friend chat and speak up.

'Fist? Yeah, I'm fine. What can I do for you?

'No, I'm even in front of Zvand right now. I'm going to be in Tsvand in the evening, but my previous promise, are you all right today?

[Dismantling] When I taught you my skills, I promised you I'd treat you to a dish.

After a little silence,

'I'm sorry, Fist. Actually, I'm on my way to Dread right now. I think we talked a little before, but we're on our way.'

Oh my... I thought it was a little further, but was there a new store in Dorad?

'Uh, that was a bad time. But congratulations, I guess. You mean it's a well-equipped store, right?

"Yeah. So I'll let you treat me more than I could have done in Zvand"

"Oh. And now I'll call you back a long time ago."

You didn't think enough about contacting me on the day I visited. I should have booked it long ago.

'Right. That's better, and I can taste the ingredients. Expect me to put more on your arm. "

'I'm looking forward to it. I know it's pointless to worry, but watch out for Dorad.'

'Thank you. I think you're gonna be okay because you seem like you're almost there, but don't get distracted until the end.'

Finish the chat and exhale slowly. Unfortunately, I can't help it all. I didn't check in advance. It's my mistake.

"I have no choice, it's time to go"

Break down the dirt wall, undo it, and walk Quinn away. Now, as a certainty, how much of the other prey should I let him out?