Hitsugi no Maou

There were countless meat dumplings (of) on the stone baking table.

Sabitoga answers concisely, "Little fish and yadkari" while giving away a spoon (tsp) of kabanoki and a dish to Nerudge for who it is.

Straw surrounded the baking table together, licking (a spoon) the spoon and licking (a) the supplementary words continued.

"Come on, the poisonous lookers have already used it. The whole little fish was crushed, and the yadkari only took out the scissor meat, mixed it in and doughed it up. I used wheat (muggle) powder for the connection (...)"

"Wheat powder?

"Hanglin's old man let me out"

At the end of the spoon (tsp), Straw referred to Hungryn Old, who, naturally, was mixed with the ring surrounding the baking table.

He smiles very thinly over the Ferocious Minister and sees the Ledge. "It's been poisoned," Reggie glances at Hanglin, who shows his tongue and drops his gaze on the dough again.

"I can't believe you can speak wheat this time of year! It's been a long time coming to Devil's Island, hasn't it, Mr. Hanglin? Has it been warm all along?

"No, I picked it up."

"Picked it up? Where?"

At the end of that horizontal hole.

"You mean the wheat is raw!?

To Ledge's shout, Hanglin laughed softly.

Straw pounds the belly of a decent ledge at the tip of his wrist.

"I meant stealing from other searchers' luggage."

"You're funny. Is that you, Reggie? You must be from a peaceful country."

There was a slight, but certainly unpleasant, color of light peeking through the eyes of Hangulin, who had painted the arc.

The girl begins to take the roasted meat dough and carry it to the dish, blind to the ledge with the illuminated look on her face. For a meal that starts naturally, Ledge hurries to secure his own.

The meat dumplings were tastier than I imagined. The use of wheat over the flavour itself increased the smell of civilization, and I was forgotten about my condition (kigu) only while I was cheeky (cheeky) in my mouth. Had it not been for Yadkari's meat in it, I would have felt at home in my homeland's lodging.

Husk Democracy humans don't eat yadkari meat or anything. Crustaceans were called devil's fish, except shrimp, and were repellent.

The meat dumplings that were lined up with the grain soon subsided in everyone's stomach, and breakfast time was over. Straw sets up (only) a continuation of last night's conversation with Hanlin, who drinks water.

"After all, is there immortal water ahead? I say there's water before you kill all the demons, but first I don't understand how it works. Why do we have to kill all the demons and the others to get the treasure of sleeping somewhere on the island? What's a demon in the first place? Are you different from Buna Forest Ware Bear?

"I used to ask the Demon King the same thing, but I didn't get a clear answer. However, if we move on, we will understand without reacting (no). We have fallen to the bottom of the hole, and we have no choice but to follow what the Demon King says..."

"I don't like a lot of stories. Is there immortal water? Don't you?"

Which one? To Straw, who makes his eyes tiptoe, Hanlin takes a breath and then answers.

"The Demon King is the only one who says that there is definitely immortal water. Only the Demon King, who calls himself the Keeper of the Oldest Secrets, trivializes the existence of immortal water and its existence. So we Seekers listened to the Demon King and picked (idols) on the Demon King, threatened (mostly) the Demon King and tried to storm (abalone) secrets, or ignored both the Demon King and the Demon One and searched for immortal water on their own. Thousands and tens of thousands of fierce men have been running to those acts since the birth of the legend of the Island of Demons.

Then you can imagine. At the end of so much trial and error, the water of immortality has not been brought out of the island and has not succeeded in escaping as one of the Seekers. This means that none of the actions have achieved results at this time. "

Only when did Hungry Old have horrible facts in his mouth. Hangulin continues rubbing her slightly wrinkled eyes against the rustling rustlers.

"Beyond this, there is a terrible world. Unexpectable as one of you, there are monsters in the sight of hell who are more powerful than the Ware Bear. [M] That is the nature of the Devil's Island, the Devil's One. Trials of the people of the birth canal and other mouths of a mere order. Next up in" Trials "is" Battle in Action ". Naturally."

"... have any human beings defeated the devil?

Upon Sabitoga's inquiry, Hangulin shook her neck lightly vertically (freshly).

Hanglin makes a low voice to the slightly relieved (mostly) breath-leaking (also) ledge.

"There are many demons, and there are different races. I don't know where they came from. But Yu's brave men have defeated thousands of them in history."

"... thousands... of them...?

"The Demon King says kill a thousand more"

"Hate," Hangulin said, looking in turn at the expressions of the Sabitogas, overlapping the words further.

"A thousand. We must kill a thousand demons. Some of them are relatively (hiccups) weak, and vice versa, some mythical monsters have worn all the blades of their forefathers. If we defeat all of it, the Demon King will not give us immortal water."

"... I can't tell you anything about not actually looking at the devil's men... but if they told you to take down a thousand enemies beside the Ware Bear, you'd think to attack the Demon King and break his mouth."

"But the king of demons is the demon king. Killing each other directly from the front with that woman won't win. Then the last unmistakable path left for us is to avoid all demons and explore for ourselves the presence of immortal water."

"Has no one found you in the history of mankind?"

Hangulin turned to Sabitoga and opened her mouth with such an uncomfortable method, like looking for the color of despair in her opponent's eyes, and vomited further.

"I am Hungry Old the Explorer… I have sought to be an unreachable place for the world to live in. Sometimes he went for the bottom of the ocean through clouds and into alpine, endless large forests and glass boxes. That's how I explored the world at the bottom of the hole. (grunts) At least all the places I could go with these legs. But there was no such thing as immortal water."

……

"There is no such thing as immortal water. If you believe in the arms of me and the other ancestral explorers, you have to conclude so. If it were... you would want to believe in a demon king who speaks Australian only when immortal water exists? Unless you want to cut our ancestors off as" Hebo "and redo the investigation."

Is that what you mean when you have to obey the word of the Demon King?

At the bottom of the hole, there is no immortal water. At least I can't find it in the human eye.

The Seekers have abandoned their lives and landed on the Island of Demons in order to obtain immortal water for most of them. In order for them not to make their deeds worthless, they have no choice but to believe in the Demon King, who lives in immortal water.

The only way to follow the path she shows, almost unlike death, is to believe in hope. That's why Hungry Old is exposing such a desperate culprit.

Reaching the bottom of the hole with only the skill of exploration, not the martial arts, he has no power to pick (and) the mighty monster.

I cannot grasp the hope offered by the Demon King.

"That hips tsuruhashi. You use it to go up high."

Unexpectedly, Ledge said, pointing to Hanglin's score. Continue with a sagging throat (throat) as you receive everyone's gaze.

"Well, hey, you can go up (up) the wall here and back up...? If Mr. Hanglin drips a rope or something from the top, we can get out of the bottom of the hole too..."

"I already tried. But the bottom of this hole is well made. The walls are broken into the water from the ground down to the bottom. I can't lift my body just because the soil collapses."

"Hey, Ledge. I can't believe we're running back now. We have to get immortal water. We have to die. I thought you knew that from the beginning."

Straw moved his gaze from Ledge to Hanglin. Straw's eyes stain a color close to killing, shooting through his ancestors.

"Seniors' knowledge and experience will be appreciated, but despair will not be required. I don't know how great an explorer you are, but that's it for the guy who gave up. A man who keeps going, he's got to get there."

"Right. That's true."

"It doesn't change what we do. No matter how many interrupters you have, you just go ahead and slay them. Perhaps there is immortal water in the belly of the devil."

Straw turned a dark grin on the ledge that caught his face.

Neither Hangryn nor Sabitoga, nor the girl, are now different in Straw's conclusion.

The disturbing breakfast party opened with each silently patrolling (around) his thoughts.