Hermit Wizard

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You crazy wizard! Why are you fighting the dragon? What an enemy! Those seeds don't even care about human things, do they?

But you seem very interested in me.

“That's what's gonna happen. ”

Are you sure you want me to eat that dragon's memory?

“That's right.”

I think about it like this. You can't kill the solvent, but there must be a way to turn it into inactivity. Just like I did to Hessler. Maybe he's a troublemaker, and he can solve it neatly?

The instant my eyes flashed.

“Can't we just forget our memories and turn them into morons? ”

Yodmo looks at the dragon and looks up.

I can also touch the entire dragon clan of this world. You know their rules, don't you? If you are killed by another race, you will take revenge at the Gipilko race level. One of the Wonders of the Dragon. The discipline of a race is completely different from the instincts of the natives. A strange social style that appears the same regardless of which world it is, as if it were intentionally planted by someone.

If you run to get revenge, there may be a way to completely erase my trail... but you don't have to keep an irrational number. There might be another dragon with the same magic skills as the solvent.

War is cumbersome and dangerous in the absence of perfect preparation.

I thought about it and asked again.

“It's not killing, it's just making an asshole. Do you still want revenge? ”

It is more likely to be interpreted as the same concept as death in that one cannot maintain oneself. We need to stop at the level of memory loss. That's a pretty tricky job.......

As if I needed an additional price, I blurred my words and crushed his intentions.

“You, aren't you still full? ”

Hmph...!

I just seem to have stopped getting heavier. Still no desperate faults and desires are seen in his eyes. Just look at it, you know.

That way we found a consensus and Yodmo approached the lost dragon.

“Let's get started. ”

I asked you to erase all the memories since the time I moved into this world. I didn't know when the solvent had been watching me, so it was a necessary procedure. You will notice that it is strange after breaking up, but the country is better than being aware of and keeping track of its existence.

It will not be possible to erase that much memory with Yodmo's ear. I think it's only a matter of an hour or two to erase the memory of the dragon. That's why I called Yodmo myself.

“And....”

I roll my head for a moment.

One dragon at a time is the limit. And, because of the magic of Lupeidos, most of the dragons in the world will have noticed this side. I may have raised a lot of vigilance.

Given all this, there is a need to change the method.

“There must be a lot of information about the people because it's solvent. Can we extract all the information about each and every dragon in the world? ”

Classification and extraction of memories is easy, but it takes time to eat them and digest them and make them into information. If you extract that much, you'll have a lot of time for digestion.

I cannot wait a thousand years in this world. I changed the requirement that Yodmo thought was right.

“Then information on whether the dragon has gone through anything unusual in the last 1-2 years. And... pull together some information that might be the weakness of this world dragon. ”

.. What a pity. I would have felt a tremendous amount of excitement about eating dragon memories if it were usual. That's what predation is.

The summoner mourns, and steps on the dragon's head. It was like climbing a small garden.

If you do this, you will eat it with your stomach full.

With such grumbling, Yodmo stretched out his tongue. That's how little time has passed and the extraction of memory is over.

Like when I took my memory, the solvent only lost some of my memory while keeping my self.

Here we go.

Yodmo swallowed up what he did not need during the memory decision, which corresponded to the classification he had asked for.

I'm digesting redundant memories first. Probably the most important thing. I'll tell you that first. Wait a moment.

He told me some information about how digestion had already begun. There was a word that made my ears flutter when I heard that story.

“... the cornerstone? ”

I looked at Parvasse, but I came back with the answer that the information was not searched for in the academic records.

According to Yodmo's recollection of the solvent, the source stone was the name of a ruin that was rarely found in the world inhabited by dragons. And this world is a rare case, and the dragons who live here are aware of the existence and location of the source stone.

The protection of the source stone is one of the few disciplines that must be safeguarded by even the most arbitrary dragons. Like the vengeance of a people.

I am immersed in the thought. The discipline of the Yong clan is limited to what may not ultimately dictate the fate of the entire species. The source stone would also be a ruin of that weight.

Unfortunately, Yodmo has not yet figured out what power or meaning is specific to it. Digestive state only up to the fact that it is very important and the degree of memory of its location.

“It would be worth looking into. ”

The fact that Yodmo is the most redundant of the memories classified as keywords means that information is just as important.

Well, then...

Yodmo didn't give up staying in this dimension, and I tried to send him back once. I called again tomorrow to hear more digested information. In particular, I haven't heard any information about dragons with strange symptoms yet.

Parvashe hastily calls me when he sees Yodmo grabbing the foam to go back.

Min-jun, wait!

He and I face each other.

Remember what I told you?

I knew why Parvasse called me. I ask Yodmo.

“Oh, there. I need to ask you something else. ”

If you have any questions, wait. If you want to extract more than this information from your decision, you need to digest it properly.

“No, that's not the story. ”

I ask with conviction that it is probably impossible. As Parvasse was desperately hoping to move on to his next self, it was not difficult to ask.

“Yodmo, you remember my childhood. Establishment of the contract is costly. ”

Yeah, those memories that were already digested a long time ago. What's wrong?

“You know all about it, don't you? ”

It is.

“Can I plant that memory back in my mind? ”

Yodmo looks at me with strange eyes.

Do you want to destroy the contract?

“No, not like that. ”

How useful is he? Why break the contract?

“I'm not trying to get my contract back. I was wondering if I could make a mock-up of what I gave you and plant it. ”

Yodmo ponders for a moment and says:

Memory manipulation... It's not easy for me either. Especially for wizards with mental barriers and spiritual stiffness as strange as you? Hmmm.

I feel like I'm a little more introverted, and I spit on my mind.

I'll figure it out. I would never respond to a mockery if it were the same, but what I obtained incidentally as a result of this contract is huge. Nevertheless, additional costs will certainly be needed. Even considering the unidentified memories left in my stomach. Even if you succeed, it will be just as difficult.

Yodmo left his words and returned to his original dimension.

After closing the channel of the chest, I say.

“Well, then, let's move on. ”

Starting from memory and consciousness to debris... with a lot of lost solvent on the ground, I magically enveloped my group and flew up to the sky. It was time to go back to where the Sunset Forest is and clear the way.

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“Yo... solvents! ”

Looking down from above, Russetaiga panicked.

He has not lost himself even in the source of darkness. But I couldn't even avoid the magical effect that caused the sensory degradation.

Russetaiga thought he was looking for the right path with his magic power, but in fact he had been flying in a completely different direction than the solvent nest.

Then, after Rufedos' spell disappeared, Russet realized his position and panicked.

“Oh, shit! ”

It was a long way from its original destination.

As the magic power is a flight that has not recovered 100%, he once again takes a long time to fly to the nest of solvents. However, because of the landscape that came into his eyes at the beginning of the nest, the young dragon had to be terribly embarrassed.

“No, why not! ”

The first thought that came to my mind when I saw him was whether the old dragon had a perverted sexual desire to cut off his limbs and wings and feel the excitement. The notion that the dragon was rolling around the ground in such a state was unfamiliar to him. I don't think that's even possible for the Demons.

Especially if a powerful dragon, like a solvent, doesn't want to do it on its own, who can make it that way?

“No matter how long I've lived, the old dragon doesn't sound that crazy... or is it a failed sequel to crossing the wall? Was anyone preparing to sneak over the wall? ”

“... Argh! ”

Whether he reacted to the magic power of his people or not, the solvent opened his eyes with a groaning. It was a ritual that came back at a much faster pace than when Russet lost his mind with a similar technique.

He raises his head hard, discovering his body and shouting with a face full of fear and pain.

“My... my body... what the hell! ”

It was a solvent that made a similar scream a few decades ago, but the memory was wiped clean from the head.

“Argh!”

If it were another creature, it would not have avoided death already, but the strong body of the dragon was holding his breath. Lusset exclaimed, looking down.

“Hey! Solvent! Answer me. Are you crazy? Don't go crazy. You have to help me! No, wait, how can you help me with that cock, even if I'm not crazy? I'm really going crazy now! ”

With such a young dragon, the solvent raises it hard in pain. Even though the people are rolling around in such a miserable manner, their work is the only priority of the Yongzhou response.

“Why... does it come to the conclusion... that I'm crazy...? ”

“The one who can make an old dragon such a mess, are you out there on your own? Or are you sure you've been attacked by the Demons? ”

The last information I heard suggested that the artifacts had broken into his realm. The truth is, it wasn't a real artifact, it was a transformed demon?

Russet looked down and said, not yet aware that the solvent had lost its memory.

“Phew, but thank God, Solvent. I'm glad you're not dead. ”

The words that led to his death still contained self-centered thinking. Rather than finding and inferring the similarities of the two events he and his opponent had experienced, the dragon's straightforward thinking produced a result that was immersed only in the events he had suffered.

“If you were dead, the whole race would have had to wage war against the Demons. I can't afford that right now. I'm glad you're alive. At least there won't be a war. You know, I'm in a lot of trouble right now. Listen, Solvent!”

The solvent squirts and grinds its teeth in a pool of mud made of bloody water.

“... That, rotten... bastard...! ”

The solvent barely spits out the words of the young dragon.

“... a child!... help me, help me! ”

This was not the time to continue this conversation. Solvent cried out in haste.

“Russetchild... move me... to Ramming's shaft...! Recovery...!”

Russet conflicted looking down at such solvents.

Now he was in desperate need of solvent. The dragon that reaches out to himself is probably the only solvent in the world.

Such solvents are in a desperate situation. But I don't think I'm going to die if I leave it like this, so technically, I'm not obliged to help myself. The Russetaiga are not the guardians of the dragons, they are just plain dragons.

However, Russeteiga realizes that his problems can be solved at the earliest opportunity with his help now.

“.. oh, I can't help it. I need to regenerate your legs and wings right now! ”

Lusset Aiga, still lacking magic power, grabbed the body of the solvent with his two hind feet and flew up. When his claws break the scales and dig up, the solvent screams.

“Argh...! Why would a child...? Just magically...! ”

Russetaiga spits out a sharp answer.

“I don't have enough magic because I have a situation. It was my grievance that I wanted to tell you right now! ”

Russet thinks that's it. Maybe he and the solvent were beaten by the same demon?

Advise like that and make wings. A young dragon, grabbed by an old dragon who turned into a log, rises to the sky. Destination is the habitat of monkeys with excellent efficacy in trauma treatment.

Russet pondered as he hit his wings. To regenerate this much body tissue, how many monkeys do you have to catch and apply?

“Maybe you should root around a few habitats. ”

Despite the nuisances that have already engulfed him, Russet has his tongue full.

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Welcoming us back near the container were the yellowwoods, the xenophobia, and the giant flesh creatures that were turning over the filth without even knowing the English language.

As I woke up, my body was dirty, the red Hiel was finely divided, and all the original groups, except Ramming and Tobogui, were gone. The Yellow Forest, which had to be shielded and hidden in chaos and fear, said in a pointed tour whether the anger had still not subsided.

“After all, the way we've done it, we're going to beat it up, right? ”

I nod.

“Even in bad condition. ”

I looked at the look on Mac's face that brought him here by magic. He was passing out again while he was on the move.

After arriving, I poured elongation recovery magic and elixirs to awaken Garam, but my mind continued to faint and I was unable to regain my strength.

The reason is now roughly conjecture. I saw the place where the Garam was attacked by a monster and fell.

“Apparently, it's kind of malnourished. ”

Garam said in his own mouth that eating once or twice a year would not interfere with the maintenance of life. This means that the energy is extracted from the metal consumed, stored in the stomach, and then picked and used to sustain life.

Where my gaze now touches, there are traces of liquid metal that have flowed out of the ship that burst into flames. In the meantime, I vaporized everything in the air.

In the end, there is very little nutrient left in the body of the mildew to sustain life.

“Hey, get up! ”

I woke him up once more by force. I fed it because there was a little bit of magic metal in my backpack that I prepared for emergency use. He snorted in his mouth and said, "There is no strength in the furnace.

“... it tastes good, but it's not nutritious. I need iron or bronze...! ”

While I was thinking about dismantling that container and feeding it, Parvash tried to talk to Ramming in his mind.

“... @ # $@ # ^ @! ”

As soon as we came back, Lamming bowed down to the floor and thanked him for saving his Tobogui, the Flower Cloth. Since then, we've been looking at ourselves with fearful eyes.

Farvash, who was talking to that foreigner, said:

Hey, it looks like this star is also mined with almost the same metal as iron or copper. It's a metal that is used a lot in Ramming's civilization. Why don't you go to his town and get some?

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