Hermit Wizard

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“Aren't you tired? ”

I asked the pearl house on the mountainside. To hide the unique power of those who crossed the wall, she shakes her head bluntly.

After moving into this world, I was on my way to relaxation as soon as I had enough time. But in retrospect, the pearl house rarely slept. It was in contrast to returning to its original appearance and stretching over the mattress without even trying.

If you don't like the smell of fiverine and flesh in a container that only she can feel, you can sleep outside with something like a sleeping bag, but there have been few pearl houses like that.

She looks at me and answers questions.

“I have a short sleep. ”

I remember when she and Garam used to stay at our house. She first found people brainwashed by a fake god, who was wandering around the apartment all night. The fact that they wandered around until dawn means that the pearl house also spent the night upside down. I already knew that through the magic footage records inside the house I lived in.

“Are these the characteristics of the transcendents that underlie the fox? ”

“Well, not necessarily. I don't have any opponents to compare, but I have a vague idea. ”

She said, walking at my own pace. We were moving slowly, spreading a myriad of anti-spells and perturbations so that the dragon would not be caught by the overlaid detection shield. If you break a dream and fly, you'll reach the nest in no time, but if you do, you'll be able to reach the dragon at once.

“I think it's important what kind of people were before crossing the wall. But the experience and the thought of crossing the wall, and the ability to train afterwards, are as important factors in determining the traits of the transcendents as they were in the original race. ”

She was pondering for a moment.

“For example, I turned into a body that I hardly needed to sleep in because there was a time when I didn't actually get a good night's sleep after crossing the wall. After a period of absolute sleep deprivation, the body evolved in a direction that didn't require sleep. ”

A time when you couldn't sleep? I asked what kind of case it would be.

“Did you go to war? ”

She said she had lived in the human world for some time before joining the backlog. If you continue to live on the Korean peninsula, how many times in history will you get caught up in war? And if it was a war zone, it could certainly have been difficult to get some sleep.

The pearl house looks up at me and says,

“How many human wars have we had in our lives? I was hiding rather than getting caught in the deep. That wasn't the reason. ”

“Yes?”

She paused and replied.

“I've lost a precious man. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I've been thinking about her for a long time. Yeah, I used to say she was a seasoned widow.

She takes something out of her arms and hears it.

“Do you see this? ”

I couldn't see well, so I put magic in my eyes. It was a very short, fine needle that was placed on the palm of her hand.

I asked while maintaining the horsepower circuit of the eye.

“I don't think it's an artifact. ”

An elongated, unpaired piece of metal that doesn't feel any energy. She looked down at what was in her hand and said,

“This was originally a postwar. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

She was talking.

“Every time I felt a deep night of grief and a Meigo feeling in my neck, I rolled my follicle in my hand until the morning. Hahn is rooted, and longing has plagued me for many years. He was impatient, and the heavens and the earth were stubborn. ”

The pearl house spoke in a quiet voice.

“The dawn was really late for a while. I missed him every moment of the night when I was at the end of the night, when the birds of the night were crying, when the shadows of the branches of the lanterns were shaking, when the wild beasts that were shaking in the deep stopped suddenly, when the moonlight was milking cold in the window, when the leaves in the dark were basking, when the blankets touched the skin, when the footprints of the wild beasts were breaking the enemy barrier. The day after the bedrock followed by a stream of tears every night, I could hardly sleep at any time. ”

Her voice was filled with dark emotions. It seems that after the death of the human man who was with him, he was unable to sleep for a long time in his anguish. So it's stuck with the body?

“You seem to have suffered a lot. ”

“When he was alive, there was certainly more joy than sadness, but when I think of that memory after he left, there was nothing as poor as that. ”

After saying that, the pearl house continued to walk without saying a word for a while. Are you locked up in a memory of him again?

So the tent sat down for a while. What you hear is solely silent footsteps. She turned her eyes to the front and was filled with sorrow. Despite the existence of many years of existence, the wound of the heart is more or less easy.

I scratched my chin quietly and thought of something. Then there was Yodmo. Summons that can only be processed by sorting the memories you want.

I asked the pearl house. It was a question of good faith everywhere.

“If it's that hard, can I erase the memory of that old lover? I can only sort and erase the memories involved. It's a way of cutting off the brain, but if you pay more, you might not touch the brain. Even when I take my memories like that. ”

I was surprised and forced to keep my mouth shut. The face of the pearl house was distorted like a demon.

She said as if she were doing this.

“Mr. Yoon, you've got to be kidding me. ”

I wasn't kidding.

“· · · Ah, yes. I'm sorry.”

Pearl clan said coldly.

“Now the only contact between me and him is the memory left to me. So for me, this memory is so precious. ”

Every time I erase the dragon's memory, I recall her overreacting. I've always been further away than I needed.

Is it that important to remember an old lover who's already dead? Even if it bothers you because of the diarrhea?

I couldn't understand it at all.

If you have a tumor that causes pain, it would be the best treatment to remove it.

“My roots are foxes. ”

The pearlist said as if tossing.

“In the end, there was no child between me and him. Now I know it wasn't a matter of crossing walls, not crossing walls. ”

Then he turned round again.

“After all, all I have left is a memory of him. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

By the time she finished speaking, I was no longer focusing on the sentence she spat out with her mouth. I couldn't turn my back on the pearl house because I was focused on the other side.

“· · · Huh? ”

The face of the pearl house, who noticed the situation late, hardened.

“What is this?! ”

I couldn't concentrate on the pearl family's words, not because I ignored her. It's because the masses of meanings that are being conveyed in other ways, not in spoken language, were stimulating my brain in so intense a form.

I mutter quietly.

“That's a good idea.”

The pearlist asks with a puzzled face.

“The conversation with the elderly man? ”

A voice mixed with confusing emotions.

“But can we call this a conversation? ”

I couldn't answer her question easily.

It was an intense psychic wave that struck the two of us in this space right now. It was quick to notice that the telepathy that was frequently used between me and Parvasse was a kind of notion.

Basically, telepathy has a form and rules that are so distinct that it can be substituted for dialogue through the spirit, in most cases by language and one-on-one. There is a difference between hearing a sound and wearing an intuitive color of emotion that does not require glaring, but is very similar to a spoken language in terms of meaning transfer.

But this is different now.

“· · · I didn't expect this. ”

I get a faint laugh.

The psychic wave emitted by the opponent in the forest is sending me ideas in a form that I am not familiar with at all. It wasn't just a professional way.

If it had been Parvash, he would have conveyed the idea to me in this way.

[There is no doctor to attack, so stay there.]

But the other person, whose identity is roughly conjectured, was shooting directly at my brain. If Parvash's mind is 2D, this psychic wave should now be 3D.

There was no sequence of words in the association of meanings linking the images. Instead, there were coordinates pointing to the concept. I perceived the opponent's thoughts in three dimensional space.

The outermost part of the mind, the mass of meaning that first touches my mind, conveyed to me the meaning of “I will not attack.” It contained the sincerity revealed by removing some of the mental barriers, and I was able to defend my position instead of running away immediately. I could understand why I placed this concept most externally to present my extreme reactions.

“It's enormous. ”

Instead of just accepting the idea passively, I was able to actively dig into it and explore its meaning. I felt like going into a toy house made out of ideas and opening the door of this room.

A pearl house with the same experience sighed.

“Oh, my God! ”

A little deeper than the first concept, I visually identified the opponent's furrows. The scene of the most dramatic devastation he created in his life was divided into five scenes and regenerated in my brain. Just as I accessed the home page dressed as a will, the video that I wanted to play starts to play, just as the video that I pressed the play button first flows.

In the last video, I realized his level of power when I saw a group of demons who had most recently attempted to infiltrate this dimension melting into the opponent's breeze with an anti-magic shield. The video also contained the truth beyond the mental barrier. I quietly weigh the power.

If you hit me in the face, I might lose.

It is incomparable with the beings we have encountered in this world so far. I was confident that we had infiltrated quite elaborately, but now I can understand how we perceived our approach. Different levels of power and skill in terms of magic.

In the next room of the video, there was an opponent's suggestion. In the world of conception, he spoke to me in the form of a reconciled man. His consciousness created a fake ego and my thoughts generated a conversation.

They concluded the negotiations, and I responded to the opponent's proposal instead of running away.

This whole process is over in a few drafts. Instead of announcing and explaining to the opponent in the course of a long ritual, he ended the process by listing all the meanings and number of cases he wanted to convey, demonstrating his authenticity to the show of force and its level, and persuasion.

It was a truly efficient utilization of ideas.

I looked beyond the bush and said,

“I get it, you get out. ”

Beyond the darkness, a human form has flown without sound. Arms and legs were abnormal movements that seemed to slip in the air without being fluctuated.

Me and the pearl clan watched the opponent. Red eyes on red hair. Apart from the peculiar sense of color, it looks more like a human-type creature. A man in his mid-20s, by district standards.

But it's just the appearance everywhere. Did he do that on purpose knowing that he was human?

The red-headed dragon, who turned into a human figure, sent a psychic wave to me. This time it was the Parvasse way I was used to it.

Easier than you think? It's a way of communicating that's not familiar to humans.

I nodded quietly without an answer.

I think it's going to take a long time to explain it interactively. Now, I think I got it all figured out, so I'll start brokerage.

The man lifted his power without a look. I felt a disparate aura blooming between the horsepower and the iron wall that surrounded him. It was the divine power of any god without me.

Among the rooms of the concept of intention was a unit made up of his own introduction. He ended up with a moderately detailed introduction to himself in less than a few seconds.

The ‘intermediary’ he wants now is the power he receives at the expense of any god. I mutter quietly.

I never thought this world's solvent would be a priest with divine power.

Now, look over here.

An old dragon psychic wave that we unfortunately targeted.

We followed his guidance and looked at the two eyes of the solvent. It was originally a red scarlet, but at some point it suddenly turned into a gray eye.

I soon noticed what that phenomenon meant. The solvent ‘exchanged’ his two eyes for the eyes of another priest serving the same god. With the power of God, the other person can make the exchange a reality even if they are not here or in this world.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

And the moment I looked at the black and gray eyes of the unnamed priest who was now in the third dimension, I hardened my body. My eyes, with the horsepower circuit open, quickly captured its small shape.

“This! · ·! ”

The priest who is dealing with the solvent seems to be standing in front of the most powerful presence in the world right now. The two-dimensional priestly magenta magenta body that appeared above the eyes of the solvent was shining like a mirror. And the image was not familiar to me.

The other person, carved in a scarlet, looks at a two-dimensional priest and smiles with a peculiar face.

I spit out her name in a repressed voice.

“Gramiel! ”

The savior who evolved from the ghost of space. Her true name, 'Shadow Thorn’, who should have been forcibly banished from Earth and then wounded in her own dimension, was now looking at me within the eyes of the solvent.

While I was in chaos, the solvent spit out a dry intent. I wasn't the one the psychopath was targeting.

Is this human? Yeah, that's right. With this, the deal was established. Mm. And your voice? All right. I'll trade you for a second.

The next moment the solvent opens his lips, and a strange voice flows out of his mouth. It was a surprisingly understandable language.

“· · · annoying, you make me use this method. What's up? A child with a soul as powerful as his eyes are poor. It's been a long time, hasn't it? It's so good to see your whole body trembling. ”

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