Hermit Wizard

There are those who have doubts about the existence of anti-emergencies.

“Why? Are you really still not digesting? ”

Yodmo's "I'm going to die full." ’I spoke to Parvasse that day about my remarks. The conclusion is that he might be right.

The fact that the soul of the summoner came into contact with my soul through the contract, and that part of the memory was passed on to me, is only Yodmo's speculation everywhere. Nevertheless, the reason cannot be ignored is that in the field of memory, there are no other kind of experts worthy of Yodmo.

Yodmo said in a slow voice.

· · · I am digesting memories like black fog in my stomach. Even so, I can't see the end of the day.

I looked at Yodmo's boat without even knowing it. I can't see my belly because of the stretched fur, but it seems to have blown up more than before.

Yodmo quietly takes out my eyes like that and points to my chest with his nose and asks:

Have you not made a contract with the savior who planted the seed? If you're a soothsayer, you'll be among the oldest.

I shake my head. When I was a child, my contact with the Old Testament remained only a dull memory. But I've never had a contract. Certainly.

If I did, there would be a token on the side of my soul. Just as there are traces of contracts with summoners and other beings, including Yodmo.

· · · Unknown. I don't know.

“Wouldn't it be nice to call a boat? ”

At first, it was good, but it's getting uncomfortable.

Are you uncomfortable?

“Why? I heard that the emptiness is the destiny of the race. You've been out of that hunger for a while. Isn't it quite rare? ”

This condition is quite rare right now, but investigations are lacking.

“Hmm?”

Yodmo rolls his pupils inside his thinly opened eyes.

How many times has it changed in terms of the time you are familiar with? In the meantime, I've never touched a memory. It takes an inexplicable memory to fill a ship for so long. But I haven't heard the story of Yodmo who has eaten the memory of a giraffe, an immortal, or a dragon. Therefore, Yodmo has had this experience and it is probably my first time.

“· · · That much? ”

Oh, yeah.

Yodmo nods.

Recently, there has been a close suspicion of conviction.

“What kind?”

He looks at me with a half-mingled look of kindness and unpleasantness.

· · · Maybe I'm the first Yodmo in the history of the species to suffer from dyspepsia.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

[· · · · · ·.]

I can't get enough. You're not feeling well?

This is the first sensation I've ever felt. I can't digest because my stomach is full.

“Oh, so what do we do? ”

I speak as I look at the Ashpim Giant.

“What I'm going to give you in return for the contract is just a part of your memory. ”

Yodmo sighed deeply.

I'll just do it.

I think I'll give you a free quest again.

I'll pick up all of their memories and give them to you. I don't want to eat the memory of a single day.

Yodmo approaches the Ashpim Giant. The thought of a stalk passed through my head.

“Wait a minute! I can't get rid of that when I pull out my memory! Sort it out. ”

· · · How?

I made a request that I had originally considered.

“In their memories, just sort out the information about the Savior of this world and make a separate decision. ”

· · · Got it.

“And I don't want you to group your memories into a bunch, but I want you to sort out your decisions one by one. ”

Well, good.

The only ‘tool’ that can make the most of this decision is a fake god right now. I've already absorbed a significant amount of memory, but I'm afraid if I add too much memory at once, I'll run away.

Yodmo reaches out to the fallen Ashpim Giant. The giants struggle more intensely to see how instinctively they perceive the coming fate.

The chains of fog dug into their mouths have already blocked the gap that connects them to the skull cavity. The sonic attack is blocked because the air is not working. They just stare at Yodmo with desperate eyes.

Can you hold your back on the ground and never let it move? I can't even shake my head.

“Wait a minute. ”

I bring more magic to the artifacts that are blocking the giants.

“That's it. ”

Since then, the conditions are tricky. This is why a creature that is stronger than itself seems to be a structure that cannot be remembered.

Yodmo climbs high stairs above the giant head of the Ashpim Giant. A little hard. Then I look at the face of the giant underneath my feet.

Give out a light pink tongue. When the target was dead, he absorbed the memory by cutting the skull and eating the brain. But if you're alive, it looks like things are different.

Mm-hmm. This must be your nose, right?

Yodmo touches the giant's nostrils pierced over flat skin without a snout. The body fluid drops from the tip of the tongue and forms a seal. Fluorescent liquid sensitive to blue light. Soon I fell into the hole.

Knock, knock, knock.

It continued to flow for some time, like a drop of water falling from a less locked faucet. If you look at the color or viscosity, it seems to be a different ingredient than the body fluid used to split the skull.

After the infusion, he climbs over his head and waits for a moment. How much time has elapsed, the variation begins in Ashpim's body.

“· · · Ah, I really don't see much these days. ”

Something that mixes orange and pink comes from the two nostrils of the Ashpim Giant. It's like pulling a sausage out of a factory machine.

[· · · · Only extract the part responsible for long-term memory from the prey brain. If you die, your brain damage starts right away, so you just take out what you can eat, leaving the areas you need to keep alive.]

“Ugh! ”

[Even if the shape changes strangely like that, it picks up a cell without breaking it. It seems to be the purpose of eating the memory as intact as possible.]

There's no cell damage in pulling the brain together like a sausage. I can feel the willingness of the species not to miss a single little memory. A power with a desire for stubborn and desperate appetite.

After eating it, Jodmo climbs on top of the rest of the giants' heads. He picks all 11 of them and eats them. Then he approaches me and snarls his mouth. Then I spit out eleven crystals.

The size of the crystals is very small. Is it because it's a memory of an object that has no face-to-face experience? It was small enough to compare with the decisions taken by the guardians of the Great Convention.

Each giant memory of the Old Testament, 11.

I quickly put it in the backpack. Seeing me like that, Yodmo asks.

· · · Do you want to share the rest of the catch?

You look like you're going to die.

“I don't care. I don't have anything to use anyway, so you can just eat it. ”

When I was a guardian of the Great Convention, I used all my memories in case clues were mixed. However, I can't write Ashpim Giant's lifetime memory in this courtyard worrying about the capacity that a fake god can afford.

But my offer seems worthless. When he farted, it sounded like a flute. Then I spit out a big chunk of crystal.

“11 Ashpim Giants are lifelong memories, except for the Old Testament. ”

Oh, this is really worthless. There is no need to write and no way to write.

“Why don't you take it with you when you're not hungry? You can eat it when you're hungry.

Memory decisions disappear over time.

“Or you can give it to your people."

[Oh, that's...]]

Parvash interrupts as if he were stopping me. But Yodmo's answer was faster.

Now you know for sure. You don't have direct access to academic records, do you? I'm sure the spirit is giving you advice, not because he's going through the records himself. He can't say that to Yodmo without it.

What, did I make a mistake?

Yodmo said no more details. I opened the channel as he wanted and sent it back to its original dimension. I thought about what to do with the massive agglomeration of memories he had left, and I kept it.

I turn my gaze to the giants who have been brushed to the ground. I look at the void with a dark eye without hitting my body anymore.

“Can we just leave it like this? You don't need me to kill you. ”

[· · · It might be better to kill.]

“Let's just go. Don't use your magic without using it. Killing with clumsy magic leaves a mark on the corpse. It takes a lot of power to incinerate less than one piece of flesh. ”

When Parvasse heard that, he turned his eyes to me in green plastic and stared at me for a while.

[· · · Are you conscious? Min Joon?]

“What did you do?”

[After handing over all the memories of your childhood to Yodmo, something changed.]

“· · · Well, well. It can't be completely the same. ”

I don't want to think deeply. It makes me feel bad.

[We know that experience before the age of 4-5 years of human species has a major impact on personality formation. It's not forgetfulness, it's what happens when it spills out completely.]

“Don't make useless noises, let's go the way we used to go.

When I think deeply about what I've already lost, I just get caught.

Me and Parvash leave the half-sane Ashpim Giants alone. He then resumed the movement at a rapid pace.

After some time, we arrived in front of the village of Del Giants, a high bone tower in the jungle. I let the navigation magic wander around me several times before the tower was even visible to the naked eye. I've noticed our approach.

A white tower built from the bones of the Progenitors. In front of us, two familiar, furry giants were in the middle of us.

“Wow! Jung! Why do you look so tired? You keep doing it three times a day? ”

Still, human attention is drawn to the frequency of sexual activity of one and the other of the young giants.

“Hahaha, did the world end up being occupied by other worlds? Were there some horrible people you couldn't handle? ”

An old giant who throws jokes and looks curious in the eye.

There was quite a lot to explain to answer the two questions. But before that, I looked up at the two giants and replied to the greeting they had omitted.

“It's been a long time since I've seen you, Hikham and Gour. ”

* * *

The giants surround me as if they were waiting inside the tower.

Wow, that human wizard! Here we go again! Did you bring me something big again? · · · Everyone is excited and buzzes.

We should show some kindness. I took out what I had prepared in the backpack.

“Jung, what is this? ”

Seeing the wooden box I put on the floor, Hikham's eyes twirl.

It is a square box of smaller size than a soccer ball. He dug a groove on a black tree and decorated it with silver and clamshell powder. It seems to be made of antiques at least recently. I checked before artifacting, but I had less energy.

“Everybody step back. ”

Giants who laugh at their heads and move according to my words. I spit out the words of a ready spell. At the same time, the wooden box that was placed on the floor was opened and what was inside was poured out. An enormous volume that we couldn't put all of them inside. I have a small mountain ahead of me.

“What is all this? How can there be so many big things in that little box? ”

I don't think I know the magic that deals with space. I even grumbled.

Everyone opens their mouth and looks at this view. As I approached, I picked up a cluster of red and explained.

“Well, this is a very soft fabric. Touch it. ”

When he hears me, Hikham comes to me dancing with his hands on his clothes. Then he shook his hand in surprise.

“Huff! Huff! What is this? I was born and I've never touched anything so soft! ”

Then he touches his hand again, and then he looks at his face.

“Wow, this feels so good! Cold, soft and puffy! ”

Then the other giants rushed and touched him, making a fuss.

Maybe this is silk? Silk? Something like that. It's one of the things I've given you so much in the backlog that you're really ignorant.

I can't wear this myself, and I don't know how to sell it, so I just kept it in the warehouse. You can go and sell gold or some kind of jewelry, but what are you supposed to do with that?

Anyway, I thought about what I would throw to the Del Giants as a small gift. I remember clothing being mostly rough leather, and there was a story I heard separately. There is a lot more in the warehouse than the day the tea is reduced.

“You said that humans around here are extinct and cannot supply soft textiles? So the older ones are struggling with their underwear. Make this one and try it on. I picked my own color and brought it. ”

This is a lie. I just put it in as it shuts down, and it all mixes with this color.

“Oh, this is something the elders would love to turn their eyes to! ”

Yeah, I've been looking for it.

Rolling his head, he nods and talks.

“Maybe when the elders find out about this, they'll give you the cervical bone after you die. ”

· · · Maybe that's an expression of Del Giant fondness.

I said with a glimmer of eyes as Gru brought up the story.

“So, can I see Elder Kafal right away? ”

“Hmm? Of course. I suggest you take this with you when you go up. ”

The sea I want.

* * *

Gur led me to Elder Kafal's room. Visiting her room is also the second thing. It is the elder who oversees the archival and educational management of the archives in the town. I am also a genius wizard who taught me how to make shield-forming artifacts.

“Ah, long time no see. Nice to meet you.”

She greeted me with a smile. And after a simple greeting, I touch my inner garment. As usual, my eyes became dizzy.

Only after coming to the elder to oversee the production of clothing and the like, I was able to get back to the point.

Only me, Gur, and Elder Kapal are left in the room again. When I heard the long explanation, my two faces became more serious.

“A record of the Savior of the Hidden Realm. ”

Elder Carpal scratches a cheek full of white hairs. Every time a pointed fingernail tip passes, a sturdy fur is laid down. It stands up and leaves a mark repeatedly.

“Haven't you and Gourd already face-to-face? To be honest, you two will be the only ones who have had that experience among the immortals who are still breathing. What more information do you need? ”

“I don't want to know what he looks like or what he's capable of. ”

“So what?”

I think I need an explanation.

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