Gate of Amitilicia Online

What's going on? A master in GAO. It was still easy to do because it was the same fighting system - but it's a lie, Mr. Stahl was probably too.

Notably, its physical abilities. Although he seemed strong in stature to see, the power rolled out was more than his appearance.

This is due to the [genre] that Mr. Stahl is fixing. Physical enhancement by magic is the main thing, or that seems to be all [the genre]. In short, in the style of buffing and physically beating yourself up, they don't have any special arts for the offensive system.

Anyway, if you deal with Mr. Stahl like that, you won't hit this one. It literally plays even if it hits you. [Handknife] When I didn't get one scratch, I wondered what the joke was.

Conversely, the other attack hits. Fast and painful. Defense was pointless, and if you took it, you blew it lightly from body to body. I found out for myself that the two names [Blasted Castle Hammer] were not Dada.

Besides, Mr. Stahl didn't use [magic fire] this time, and even though he didn't wear any weapons, this result. If they had been serious after wearing weapons, they would have gone back to dying only a few times they ate the attack. It seems that the armor and leg armor are made of Vajra mine.

Still, it looks like I could show him the stickiness he's just satisfied with, so let's do it. I want to take one someday, I don't think about it. Because everything's not enough as it is now, and I'm going to have to spend some time just to make it up to you.

The purpose of my GAO is not to be strong.

Now, take a little rest after the rendezvous, and then we're on our way to our next destination. To visit the body of that remains.

"By the way. What genre of moves do I use?

Throw a further question to Mr. Stahl, who walks next door. I don't know because I haven't been able to get any information about the genre itself while I've been using it.

"Hmm. That move you're mastering is one crack in a school called [Tecmadia]. It's a [soldier's trick] that degenerates a blow from the flesh as if it were a weapon."

Finally, the name of the [genre] I used without even knowing the name. [Techmadia Soldier Decoration]? It was not a hybrid killing method that I managed to manage. Of course.

"The other one, was it swordsmanship?

"[Slashing blade]. The main weapon is the sword, but it is a genre that aims to slash and pierce the subject with any blade. Let's call it slaughter and spike specialization."

That's all I ask, is it something that even axes and spears can use? Game-wise, it sounds like a defensive ignore effect grant. If you can easily slash and tear heavy armor with a blade, it's going to be a huge advantage.

However, the same [genre] as [soldier decoration] also means that the difficulty of obtaining is felt to be livestock. Is there a player I can convince? [Schools] It doesn't seem like if you consume SP like other skills, you'll be able to use it right away.

"Well, I see it,"

This neighborhood is a short walk out of the royal castle-centric aristocratic neighborhood and into the civilian district. Around where the rich gather and live. There are many large mansions, and the visible walls are splendid.

In that, there is a corner surrounded by wooden walls. The building also looks like a bungalow. It's a floating space from the surrounding buildings. If you put your gaze back forward in Mr. Stahl's words, his eyes would have turned to you.

"That doesn't sound like a big lot."

"That's not a big training ground. Originally, it is a fine inherited martial art. And it's hard to get, and now there's no doorman."

"Aren't you making a living in a dojo?

"The main business is the Chamber of Commerce. In Wangdu, it's a big business meeting there. When it comes to the Voltas Chamber of Commerce, wild theft is also an armed arms dealer who escapes."

An armed arms dealer... what a noisy group. Besides, the clan is a genre heir, militant enough for relatives to go on martial arts training? Isn't that a little informative?

"Exactly, the Gentiles didn't get that kind of information. No, should I say I'm not even willing to look into it? So some of them are in pain."

Mr. Stahl's walking speed dropped. He pushes his back to go first. That, I have a bad feeling about the last word. Are you saying there was some kind of trouble with the Gentiles involved?

While I was thinking about that, I crept through the gates of the grounds.

A similar pile stands on the premises as in the garden of Mr. Stahl's mansion. Reinforced with armor, shields and metal plates, they lined the back wall.

And there's a pair of men and women before that. No, should I say boy and girl? The boy has short brown hair, no hands. The girl has long brown hair and a sword in her hand.

They turned around and looked at me at the same time. Did you notice any signs and turn around? Is it about middle school for both of them? It's a good reaction for residents of this age.

What can I do for you, Gentile?

"No matter how many times I've been here, I don't have any moves to teach you guys!

A boy, a girl, hatred has thrown words in the air. What the hell did you do to him? The other players... to observe from the girl's remarks, though, would be the cultivation tangles of the genre.

"I have an errand for someone named Dominic who's here to see me. Are you home?

By the time I got here, I'd have heard the names of the survivors, so I'll get that out. But the boy's expression remains the same.

"To Grandpa? What's the errand?

WOW, tough...... looking at Mr. Stahl behind you, he's stopping at a dead end off the property, and for some reason he's having fun. You knew this was gonna happen, didn't you? What do you want me to do?

"Can you get Mr. Dominic to follow you? Tell him I've brought back someone who seems to be Mr. Victor."

"Viktor, you mean your grandfather's brother? I took him home... you're not alone."

"Sleeping in [space storage]"

That's it, the boys' expressions were distorted. [Space Storage] Skills and items with storage space cannot contain living items.

"... aren't you the Gentile who came here to get [Techmadia] moves?

"I'd like to know more about it, but [soldier costume] itself can already be used"

"" Ha!?

Answering the question of the girl who did not lift her guard, the two raised a bare voice.

"Hey, why did the Gentiles [Techmadia]!?

"Our family is supposed to be the only users right now! You didn't say the right thing!?

Isn't this where the guard can be lifted at the behest of the same gate? No, does recognizing that the user is only family make my statement frigid in itself? We'll talk about who you mentored.

The air got worse. The boys' emotions are also changing from disgust to anger. A boy fisted and a girl put up a sword. Is it so hard to believe that the Gentiles are mastering [Techmadia Soldier Decoration]?

Or maybe they were trying to get in by giving the names of missing relatives. Mr. Victor himself seemed to be searching for a candidate apprentice on his journey, but these kids wouldn't know that much.

Mr. Stahl behind me has no movement. It would mean fighting a battle. That, too, is easy to understand. Well, I'd rather say evidence than theory. If this is going to happen, I wanted you to tell me first.

"What are you fussing about?

I had no choice but to give up, and this one was just about to set up, and a voice I didn't know arrived. Looking at you, one man came out of the building. Is he about the same age as Mr. Stahl? The brown hair is with the boys. There's a lot of white stuff mixed up though.

"Stahl. What are you doing too?

The man turned a blind eye to Mr. Stahl behind me. Do you know Mr. Stahl? Does that mean this guy is?

"What, I was just looking at what would happen. Long time no see, Dominic."

"I wonder when it's been. Johann, Mia, stand back."

A man called Dominic controls the boys.

"But Grandpa! This guy..."

"Back off, that's what I said."

Without changing his expression, when Mr. Dominic blocked the boy - Johann's words - he let him pull his face and Johann growed up. Together, Mia too. Is it a scary grandfather for both of us?

"My grandchildren excused me."

"No, welcome. Apparently, other Gentiles are bothering you."

I bowed my head to Dominic, who also bowed his head. Then Mr. Dominic laughs.

"What, we have to think separately of groups and individuals. They can't tell us what's going on."

Johann and the others look disgruntled. Well, you'll have no choice but to drag your first impression. If you continue to have a bad impression, it's even worse.

"So, Stahl. What can I do for you today?

"Oh, I led him here. Lord Fist, this is Dominic Voltaires. It's Victor's brother."

"Nice to meet you. I call it the Gentile Fist."

"Fist......?

When I named him, Mr. Dominic's expression moved. Is that, like, a little bit of this stuff that's been coming this way?

"I crushed the Teleman Chamber of Commerce and pirates in Dorad, you know?

"Uh, it's that fist, maybe"

That way. Speaking of which, the Voltaires were merchants. Maybe he's suffered some kind of damage in connection with pirates. But if you're going to correct just one thing, it wasn't me who crushed the Teleman Chamber of Commerce, it was Dorad. I just gave him a hand in restraint.

"So, what can I do for you, Lord Fist?

"I'm here to hand over the remains and artifacts that I believe belong to Mr. Victor."

"... for now, go inside"

The silent Dominic pointed his right hand at the entrance to the building when he said so a little later.

Explained how it was decided to pass between the receptacles and retrieve the remains, etc.

When Dominic finished listening, he checked the contents of the storage bag of the artifact I returned, and now he's looking through the diary.

I'm having some tea with Mr. Stahl. The aroma and tannins are strong but delicious. It goes with the sweetness of the cookies served for tea.

The reception room was decorated with many martial artefacts instead of works of art. There are no overly decorative objects and many appear to be pragmatic oriented. I don't know how good or bad the weapons are, but they're probably just superior.

In a quiet room, only the sound of turning pages and mouthing tea and cookies echoes.

Eventually there was the sound of Patan and closing the book. Dominic, who is dropping his gaze on the diary he put on his knees, looks up.

"Lord Fist. Can you let me check the remains?

"Oh, yes."

The cup was moved aside and the crate was removed from [space storage] and placed on the table. Removing the lid and showing him inside, Mr. Dominic lifts his skull and nods as he is convinced.

"To my brother's, it doesn't seem wrong."

... So did Mr. Stahl, but is it something you can tell by just looking at the skull? That question came up on my face, Mr. Dominic showed me his skull.

"Here, can you see there's a scratch?

"Uh... oh, you do"

Where Mr. Dominic's fingers indicated, he did have a scratch. Four scratches are engraved on the right side. Speaking of which, the skull was down when I found it. I didn't even take it seriously when I retrieved it, and I hadn't checked that far.

"This is the wound my brother suffered in the battle when the demons attacked the king's capital."

"I see. So Sir Stahl also decided that this skull belonged to Mr. Victor."

"Exactly. Neither me nor Stahl can tell whose it belongs by looking only at the bones."

That's right. I was wondering if I was seeing something that I didn't. No, I thought I saw the wound.

"Anyway, my brother is back. I've already given up on coming back for nothing. Lord Fist, thank you."

"No, because without the diary, there was nothing I could do"

That's what happened when I was in the woods elf, but I couldn't find any clues. If Mr. Viktor hadn't kept a diary, he would have ended up buried on the spot.

"Anyway, I want to thank you. If we have the necessary weapons, let us provide them."

"Oh, that's the thing, Dominic"

Mr. Stahl opened his mouth before I responded.

"Will you teach Lord Fist how to decorate?"

"Of [the art of soldiering]... surely Lord Fist fought unarmed? But......"

"What I'm asking you for is further guidance. Already Lord Fist can use [Soldier Decoration]"

The troubled look on Mr. Dominic's face turned to amazement with the words Mr. Stahl continued.

"No way, from the journal description?

"Uh, well, yes, that's right"

That, what, this, the kind of eyes that look at a rare beast? No, the fact is, is it? That statement alone, I wonder how you could have figured it out. I was then.