Gate of Amitilicia Online

Staying in the air buildup for a while succeeded in automatically acquiring [air resistance]. Unlike the resistance of the poison system, which is a specification that will invalidate the poison once it is completed, [Qi resistance] appears to be at a level. Even if it is resistant to strong temper, it will be adversely affected. It's a shame.

Well, if you keep taking a chill bath, you'll get a little more level, but you can't do that all the time, and it's time to move. The hunting and sampling harvest is good today, and you can go back to Zvand. No, but in the end, you didn't even meet the Warcraft today. The Warcraft Zombie came out, though. Do you want to go back a little bit?

Mark the [world map] and leave the scene.

But I thought the warcraft might be gathering, but that's not the kind of place. Don't you like to be angry because you're angry? I was wondering if I could use it as a hunting ground, but, yeah, wouldn't that be convenient?

Find prey while using [Signal Detection]. But there's no response.

"The recoil came because it was in good shape at first?

I suspect that the system is adjusting for the lack of prey like this because the hunt using the paralyzed lizard of Chiswi cactus went well. I don't know if there are specifications like that. But, well, if you're not there, we'll have to look until we find you, and if we still can't find you, we'll have to give up. That's the economy of experience when you go out hunting for your grandfather in real life, so I don't get angry either. That's natural. GAO is a game, though.

Anyway, I walk looking for it. Look, walk, look, walk, sometimes take a break and walk further.

"Oh?"

That hooked me on the edge of my sight when I thought it was time to give up and go back.

"Whatever..."

It was a house. It's a log house. Why is there such a thing here? No way. A subhuman settlement?

Naturally it bothered me, and it was natural for my legs to head that way.

The parts that were not visible in the forest trees will also become visible as they approach. At first I wondered if I could see any part of the settlement, but all I had was the house. The perimeter of the house is surrounded by wooden fences, and when you see the vegetables planted inside it, it seems that there are those who settle, not the hunter's rest shed. Smoke was loud from the chimney, and [signs perceived] that there were people in the building.

A house built in deep woods in a place where even warcraft roam. Clearly, it's heterogeneous. But this is one form of what I'm after. What the hell kind of people live here?

Slowly approach the entrance door. Be careful because they're built in a place like this, so there might be a trap for the beast. It would be a relief to have [Trap: Outdoor] skills at a time like this.

In the end it seemed worried, and I reached the entrance without a thing. Breathe slowly, vomit, and knock on the door.

"I'm sorry"

When I speak, the signs inside move and I come towards the entrance. The door in front of him opened and one man from inside showed himself. He's an old man with long, white hair tied behind him.

"Oh, it's rare to be a visitor in a place like this. And I didn't know it was Gentile."

Look at me. An old man who says that. The tone is mild, but I'm pretty sure you're on guard here. The door is half-opened and I'm only letting my face peek this way so I can shield it. No, there's something else I can see. It's a sheath of swords. There is no sword pattern that should be there. You can't see in the shadow of the door, but you're sword-drawing.

"What's up? Have you even lost your way?

"No, because when I went into the woods in search of prey, I saw a cabin here. It depends on visiting because I was wondering if anyone lived in a place like this. Sorry to push you so suddenly."

Answer the question and bow your head. Then the old man blinked and broke his face.

"I see you do care if you have a house in a place like this. If I were in the same position as you, I would have been curious."

The old man opened the door completely. Your hips are not bent and your feet look firm. Is that it? The sword that wasn't supposed to have arrived in the sheath earlier sometime... who is this old man?

"Standing and talking is nothing. Go inside."

Old man moving his body sideways and urging him. You're a lot lighter for being on guard earlier...

"Are you sure? Mind if I invite in those who don't even know their identity so easily?

I don't think that's what you could have told me about the visit all of a sudden, but I push just in case. Then the old man,

"I don't mind, the Gentile Hall with Cui's phantom beast. Lord Fist, do you mind?

And I said to Quinn, who was behind me, moving his gaze for just a moment. Is...?

"Hey, why are you talking about me?

"Ha, because I don't refuse to engage with people in any way, even though I live here. Some of the things that came into my ears the other day when I went to Zvand, they were about you."

"Ha ha..."

Wow... I didn't think my name was known until I left Einfast. And to people who live in these woods. No, it's creepy...

The inside of the cabin was bigger than I thought. I'd say it's too big to live alone. There is a square table in the center of the room, and did you also assume that you had visitors, with six chairs? At the wall, it was obtained by hunting and gathering, or the legs of deer, mountain vegetables, etc., were hung. Nice, this vibe. I feel like I'm living on my own.

But there is something out of place in such a room. It's a platemail of a realm. Like Japanese armor, sitting in a crate, that seemed like the only thing out of place. The left chest probably had a crest on it. Maybe this guy, a retired knight or something. Shields and bows and arrows were also hung on the wall beside it.

"This is where you live alone. I'm sorry I couldn't be of great hospitality."

"No, this is the one who suddenly pushed me, and I don't care"

Get to your seat with an exchange that can be described as a promise. The cape was taken off and hung on the chair next door.

"No, but I've never had a visitor other than a facial acquaintance. Well, it hasn't been that long since I started living here."

An old man returns with a wooden basin. There were pots and cups and saucers on top of it. It is a delicacy with a blue belt and decoration on the white ground. It is very luxurious and clearly floats from the atmosphere of the log house. Speaking of clothes, the only thing common is form, and they seem to be of good quality.

"Go ahead. It's not a tea, though, because it's a place like this. By the way, what do you want me to do with your drink?

By the way, I also have Quinn inside. As Quinn shook his neck sideways at the inquiry, the old man nodded lightly and poured the contents of the pot into the cup, offering it to me.

The color is black tea. But it smells different. When I took the cup and carried it to my mouth, what spread was a fragrance similar to brown rice tea. There is a slight bitterness in it.

"The seeds of the pinola were dried and crushed."

"Heh, that tastes like this"

I was mildly surprised by the old man's explanation. Pinola is a conifer present in GAO. It resembles a pine, as I say in real life. The difference is that there are not two needle-like leaves, but one in four. Then don't let the trunk of the tree stick around like a salsbury. I can. It actually looks just like a pine cone, but I don't think that's going to be like tea. Next time I find it, I'll collect it.

"Well, then. Will you hang out with this old man for a while?"

That said, the old man sat face to face with me.

The old man said his name was Larser. As I expected, he was formerly a knight. They didn't have anything particularly called retirement, but they said they were retiring and living a casual hiding life in the woods near their hometown of Zvand. Would it be like a retired salaried man buying a house and a field in the country to live a second life? But in GAO, there's also a security problem. There are warcraft around here. No, does that mean I'm so confident in protecting myself?

"Wouldn't a warcraft or other beast attack you in a place like this, and you don't have time to rest?

So I'll put my doubts to your mouth. Don't worry, Mr. Larser laughs.

"Naturally, we exclude warcraft. You have something that emits a wave that doesn't send a warcraft to the devil. Around this house, within 100 meters, no warcraft will come in."

Oh, my God. I didn't know there was such a handy thing. I want that. I want it super bad. It means I can rest in peace when I'm camping. Hmm, I didn't see how Quinn particularly hated it, but I guess phantom beasts and ordinary beasts aren't covered.

"But I'm helpless with humans and undead. You can't say there's no danger from naturally occurring undead or heartless people."

Mmm, that's too bad. But if you're protecting your home from the Warcraft raid, you can use it. I don't know how much, but I'll buy it sometime.

By the way, there are three types of undead.

One is a naturally occurring type in which the corpse becomes undead at will due to the effects of temper. commonly known as Noa.

Next artificially made undead. This seems to have something to do with the skill of [necromancy], but it's not on the player's acquirable skills list, so it's probably a hidden skill.

The last one who became undead on his own. [Necromancer] He said Ghost and Reis, who became undead themselves in [Necromancer] and whose resentment took shape after death, apply.

The elves and blackwolf zombies I just encountered would definitely be wild undead from the circumstances.

Anyway, I think Mr. Larser is quite the arm. Warcraft can be prevented, but they are exposed to other threats. Because it means you have the strength to remove it. Plus, there may be furs, fangs, nails, etc. in the corner of the room that appear to be Warcraft material. You mean you're usually hunting alone. That. Uhm, you can't see the bottom, this guy.

The subject has changed, and now it's about me. It seemed like Mr. Larser was telling me about the Einfast defense battle and the Divine Perspective newspaper during this time. Mr. Larser also leaked that he had fought the Demons in the past and was a pretty nasty opponent. His gain is like a sword, and I guess he wasn't compatible.

"But is it a fight on foot? No, no, you have a lot of nerve."

That's what Mr. Larser said about my style of combat.

"We can't fight without weapons, we can't talk about that, so even knights learn a little about fighting itself. But no one fights it on the spindle. Some of them are exceptions."

"Do knights have fighters, too?

I am interested in Mr. Larser's words. In fact, besides me, I don't know any players at the moment who mainly use [procedures] or [footsteps]. Not to mention to the residents, and I didn't know the knights had such a person. If you meet someone like that, there must be parts of it that you can refer to.

"Yeah, to a knight I know, one. Did Lord Fist know someone named Stahl Fort?

I've never heard of it, so no, I shake my head sideways. Is he a pretty famous guy? If you think about it, GAO resident celebrities are a no-check.

"He is a knight of the king's capital, Nurouse, also known as the [broken castle hammer]. The fist is a rigid man who breaks even the gates of the castle."

Is there such a person? That's all you know about having a street name. But the active knight of Nuruze means you don't get to meet him. It would still have been possible if this had been Dorad's knight. I'd love to see you...... could you write me a letter of introduction or something if I asked Mr. Larser? But I guess it's a shabby favor...

"Hmm, what's up, Quinn?

Thinking about it, Quinn stood up lying down. With a slightly grumpy face.

"... apparently an uninvited guest"

That's what Mr. Larser says and gets up. I also used [Signal Detection] to get an idea of the situation. I have a reaction. Four? But a knight with a wider range of enemies than me in the Huntsman system... is that the difference in experience?

"It's been a long time since you've had a chance to talk, but you're the innocent ones. Let's get this over with."

Mr. Larser sighs at him and heads to the entrance. That thing makes you feel sure it's going to be a fight.

Quinn is looking at this one. What are you going to do, a pair of red balls were complaining.

Naturally, I'm coming too.

Take a seat, me and Quinn followed Mr. Larser.