The walls of the castle of the Old Count.
The man claiming to be a wise man on top of it was distorting his face to anger.
"What the hell is this?"
By arrows of light (magic missiles) flying from the far side, the chant is interrupted every time.
Goddamn it, he's getting closer.
A rush I've never felt before burns my heart.
In the eastern country, I didn't struggle that it would be a knight opponent.
He stayed in a position where he could neither escape nor approach, and continued rainstorms and magic attacks.
This time, I can't get through.
"Quick, yeah."
Fly in, look at the arrows of white light and spit.
I don't think the range is inferior.
But the opponent's attack cycle is shorter than his own. You'll be interrupted along the way trying to get it. In this way.
"Magic Shield!
Interrupt the chant of attack magic and activate another magic.
"You're weak, damn it!
Low power. One defensive magic shot at the bottom, enough.
But its weak arrows of light (magic missiles) blow up the surrounding stone walls.
Flying blocks of stone, without magic, would suffer life-threatening injuries. That was reducing the hand of the self-proclaimed wise man by one.
Thunder Arrow!
Unchanted magic unleashes on leading knights who continue to approach at high speeds.
This will not be cancelled.
(Doesn't work)
But for that matter, it's less powerful.
Thunder arrows (Thunder Arrows) that should have hit the Blue Knight's chest collar disappear without leaving any trace.
And the knight's speed, it didn't slow down at all.
(Bye, number)
A self-proclaimed wise man slaps an unchanging arrow of thunder (Thunder Arrow), like a windstorm.
But the knight pushes without even showing a bare gesture to avoid.
(Yabe)
Finally, the Blue Knight reaches the walls.
Towards the self-proclaimed wise man, his two-handed sword waved down.
Can you hit it?
Expand physical barriers in a shell shape, using the magic of leaps together to avoid them.
Looking back, the self-proclaimed wise man who looked to where he was earlier. A warrior runs on its back.
(Castle smashed?
A cook with a knife in both hands. That's what's mincing the walls.
The knife doesn't stop. Chasing after the wise as they continue to carve and destroy the walls.
(Um, can you deal with it?)
It's not funny, but I choose to run away.
(One blow, enough)
I have confidence in Magic Shield.
The Blue Knight Sword Strike is awesome, but it won't be broken in one go.
Then we can escape into the mountains.
(Bye. I'll never forget them.)
I pledge my vengeance to my heart and repeat the great jump for the forest.
There was also a pale, glowing shell of light, and it looked like a superball was jumping.
Unable to be captured by the sword, Cornell clenches his teeth.
(Chuckles)
Powerful defensive magic and leap magic. magician with them together.
It is a very obnoxious being. If they went into the woods like this, they would have definitely lost sight of it.
(What is?
At that time, the shadow of a knight rushing by.
Stirred by its wind pressure, it glitters for a moment or so. Knight of Nicea Cassia if you look at it.
Even King of Two Blades (Vikings), a Class A knight, can't get that speed out. It was an infiltration of lightning, exerted at close range.
"I won't let you get away with it."
External audio carries a cold voice.
"Oh?"
A distinctly degrading appearance than the earlier blue knight.
I didn't think I could break my guard very much, and the self-proclaimed wise man laughed with his nose.
"Lightning Sword!"
Moments, the Spike Sword reflects the sunlight and makes the sword's orbit glimmer like a lightning bolt.
Unusual attack accuracy, Tauro called it.
It is activated against the Magic Shield of the Sage.
The thrust, concentrated on one point and released in three consecutive shots, rocked the shell heavily in the first shot, cracked in the second shot and destroyed every contents in the third.
(What is it now?
Cornell loses his word to the lightning sword he sees for the first time.
(Damn, Tauro knows a lot of monsters.)
Only for a moment, Mr. Cool appeared in the back of his brain.
"Captain!"
Finally caught up, the B-class knight of the aristocratic child. Behind it, the C-level knights still seem small.
Cornell notices it, gives instructions.
"Drop it."
'Ha!'
The aristocratic child who overcomes the walls and enters them.
Two horsemen C-class knights, trying to resist. Hunt them down, cut off their hands and feet and go.
It was a completely unsafe battle gesture.
"... shall we hunt for the remnants?"
Arrived even later, class C knight.
The old man whines as he sees the sword of the nobleman's son.
The other old man's knight nodded honestly.
And with four horsemen with ponytails and braided tits super big tits, he makes enemies around him.
Mostly around the corner, the old man stepped into the castle.
"Whew. Underground stash, I guess. '
Castle destroyed above ground.
We found a suspicious stone lid on the base.
"Don't think you can delude the former adventurer's eyes."
Investigation of ruins using knights. I also have a lot of experience with it.
I'm good at this.
Lie on both knees and tease the knight.
Then he stuck his sword tip into a gap in the stone lid and pulled up every floor plate around the lid.
"Bingo oh"
Under the lid, a small space.
I saw two small figures in the room that had lost their ceilings, leaning against each other.
"Are you a rumored twin?
The Count's proud, twin grandchildren.
From what I said I was around ten years old, I was sure of it.
(They haven't told me to capture him alive, but he's not a bad prey)
The old man laughs in the cockpit.
But soon, that laugh can disappear.
(Huh?)
Around the shadows, magic formations began to unfold.
The old man was oblivious.
That the twins are young but magicians.
They were trying to join forces and activate their attack magic.
(Yabe)
I try to fall back once more, but the magic brilliance becomes stronger. I didn't think I'd make it.
The old man has no illusions about the magical defenses of a Class C knight.
A wife and daughter figure floats in the back of her brain in a brown yellow bikini.
At the next moment, my vision was covered in a blurry light.
"Yay!
Boys and girls rejoice in taking their hands.
Two very similar faces in mage style costumes.
them, disciples of the wise. He struck the thunder arrow (Thunder Arrow) directly from his master at close range.
That arrow, with its magic for two, was powerful enough to destroy a Class C knight.
"He's over there too!
Turn to your sister's voice, over the broken walls. The same knight I just defeated.
You must have noticed it with a thunder arrow. I had my face on this one.
"I'll do it!
"Yeah!"
Nod each other and start chanting spells.
(You have to work hard until your master takes out his enemies)
The two of them feel strong in their hearts.
Knowing the magical awesomeness of a wise man, they did not even imagine, such as the fact that their master was no longer in the world.
"Shh!
When I breathe together and try to activate the magic, I notice that my surroundings have darkened.
If we looked up, the knight we were after made a big jump and showed ourselves the back of our feet.
"What?"
Behind the legs that go wide open to the full view.
Only for a moment, the two felt unbearable pressure on their entire bodies.
'What are you doing? You're too cautious.'
A wild voice echoes from a class C knight who trampled the magic formation.
A knight who lost his head and sat up. Its chest armor opened and an old man crawled out of it.
'Judgment is also sweet. Get out of the way without running. Aren't you relaxed?
I can't find a word to return.
In an unintended encounter, a mistake in judgment is a lifesaver. Like now.
The requirement of a child misled the attack.
(I was targeted, but it helped me with my head)
Perhaps the twins were not familiar with the knight's structure.
If you smash your head, it's over, they think you were mistaken.
Even as I put their words in my ear, I thought of my child.
"I'll be a pilot like my dad in the future, too"
A little older than the twins, my own daughter.
Recently, I started studying instead of working at a whorehouse.
(Whatever I say, but I don't want you to exchange your life)
Soon, he'll take the pilot's school entrance exam.
I want to be like myself. I'm glad you said that. But if you become a pilot, you go to war.
Red pond, twitching and twitching from beneath the feet of a bureaucratic ride.
The sight made me feel complicated.
And the stage goes big west.
Wang capital, pass Awok and move to Landburn.
A small pleasure district. One man was now being whipped in a room in a whorehouse as much as it was in there.
After a while, the man moves his clothes together into the next room.
"How was it?"
A middle-aged man waiting asks with a serious look.
He is the concierge of this whorehouse, 'Shrimpfield'.
He was promoted to the new owner standing in front of him and entrusted with cutting around the store.
"... not bad. Fine, I'll allow it to open."
Long, cat-backed, skinny man.
That's what I said in my unchallenged voice while fixing the mess in my clothes.
A creepy voice that makes the listener anxious, but a middle-aged concierge makes his eyes shine.
"Thank you!
There are three whorehouses in Landburn.
Divided into advanced, intermediate and inferior, respectively, Shrimpfield hits intermediate stores.
However, in recent years, customers have been taken away by secure, high-quality advanced stores and low-end stores of cheap services, making management difficult.
The knight of the white horse who showed up there is the man with the gloomy atmosphere in front of him.
"'Sin and Punishment' started in the Wang capital. If you want to sign it, I'll give you the money."
Owners who fled at night and a bunch of creditors who pushed over. The middle-aged concierge, who locked the door and held his head in the lobby, jumped at the words.
(But "Sin and Punishment"?)
I've heard of it from travelers and merchants. But I don't know the details.
Before the troubled middle-aged concierge, the new owner sounds a dark voice.
"I'll see what it costs. Go to the king's capital and find out with your eyes and body."
Swinging behind cold eyes, flames of passion. Realizing its existence, the middle-aged concierge took a breath.
(I mean it. Seriously, I'm about to start 'Sin and Punishment' in Landburn)
Prepared, the middle-aged concierge hurries to the King's Capital.
When he bought the injury treatment potion with the money he had deposited, he went around the pleasure district and continued to be whipped and cursed from opening to closing.
(The effort has now come to fruition)
He brought the learned moves back to the store and told the women.
But the joy of being too novel is hard to convey to them. Many women disliked it and stopped, and the formation became much smaller.
But it was through them that Landburn was born here for the first time, or the world's first specialist in sin and punishment.
(Owner's check, that was the toughest)
The owner himself was still checking it out.
And the passing score obtained. I feel confident.
But the owner's words were sober.
"This is the beginning. At first, not many customers will come."
But there is no rush. The owner keeps saying that.
"The role of this shop is enlightenment."
"Enlightenment, is it"
To the unheard words, the middle-aged concierge recites.
"This store is a light that floats in the dark night. Light up the feet of the invisible with ignorance and obscurity."
A very incomprehensible look, a nodding middle-aged concierge for now.
The owner stares calmly at the state of affairs in the vicious ministry.
"This does not end in an unusual temporal epidemic. It will be a great river of culture, flowing ten or a hundred years away. Now it's time for that source."
The middle-aged concierge is quite surprised inside.
Never before has the owner rapped so much. I'm not in the look on your face, but I'm pretty happy, and I guess you're exhilarating.
"Don't worry about the money. Don't worry about the reputation. Keep doing what you have to do with confidence."
To that word, a middle-aged concierge who bows his head deeply.
The owner who left the store, Reaper, also a well-known pilot of the Empire, walks the streets in an upbeat mood.
"Cuckoo."
The occasional leaking laughter turned a diligent blind eye to those on the street.
Why Reaper is in Landburn. That's to protect the Empire from Ghost Knight.
He and his manipulative Class A knights boast some of the best fighting power in the empire.
The emperor's anxiety, the fears of the borderline uncle, and the hope of the reaper overlapped, led him to stay.
(But being high status is also a disabling thing)
Think back shortly after you came.
It was difficult to travel to the Wang capital, although it had come close. Travelers and merchants are not in the same position.
(If you can't go, do you have to start yourself)
Fortunately, learning is nearby.
It's just that Reaper doesn't let you have the business know-how. I was worried about what was going on.
(A roundabout is something)
So by chance, the story of Shrimpfield gets to my ear.
He visited quickly and bought a whorehouse that was on the verge of crushing.
And let the minded learn 'Sin and Punishment', to this day.
(Gold is useful to the outside world)
Make it one of the best pilots in the empire and a world ranker even on the bed.
High salaries from the state, bounty transferred every time you raise your war kung fu. Even more, reaper revenues, such as the prizes earned in the tournament, are enormous.
But spenders don't have hobby hobbies over living alone in the barracks.
Indifferent person. On the other hand, the account of Reaper was an eye-turning forehead even for the great merchant.
(Even if the customers don't come, they'll be fine for a while)
I easily think so, but the truth is that Shrimpfield today was enough to be okay with decades of no income.
Returning to the barracks, Reaper heads to the Baths to sweat in the summer sun.
Just finished training, the Knights of the Borders pilots. The reaper, who appeared in the stripper where they roamed, took off his clothes without a care for the wind.
The marks of a brand new whip engraved throughout his body attracted the attention of his surroundings all at once.
(Hey, what's that scratch?)
(In action or training? Or developing new moves, huh?
Whispering them.
That presumption is not off. Indeed, in action, indeed training. And breathe a fresh breeze into Landburn's delightful neighborhood, ready for it.
(That much, do you exasperate yourself?)
One end of the reason Reaper continues to be a superior pilot, seeing as a testament to his efforts. I thought I found that out.
A reaper who travels inside the bathroom without worrying about his gaze and takes a shower.
It can't be stained. Imagining the pain, the Knights of the Borders shrunk themselves in the tub.
(Huff, hahahaha)
Hidden in the hot air, no one can see the look of Reaper in the mirror.
If I could see, the Knights of the Borders would have been frightened. Because the face of Reaper was distorted by joy.
The pain inflicted by life and injury is the original experience of 'Sin and Punishment'. He was reminding me of his play with his blast bottom sister.
After all, he is an advanced man. The companion could not know his heart.
(Hey, there he is)
I got the intel.
There, another group comes in.
They pretended not to eat, but their eyes were blatantly directed to the groin of the reaper.
Its eyes are nailed and motionless, as surprised as the Knights of the Borders are by the wounds that run on the Reaper's body.
Because the Sickle Death Size was only reacting a little to the pain in the shower.
Excuse me.
The Knights of the Borders greet Reapers while rushing to the stripper.
The group that just showed up in the bathroom was the Rose Knights.
He witnessed Reaper heading to the bathroom, contacted him, and pushed him over.
(Hey, what the hell, contrary to that length)
(Awesome anyway)
They whistle small.
(Hey, you, sue me. Be brave.)
(Don't. Hey.)
Their voices, speaking in a whisper, are turned off by the sound of the shower and do not reach the ears of the reaper.
But even if I heard it, I wouldn't have cared. If you attack me, I'll just kick your ass, like I did with the pair in Imperial City.
A few days later.
Shrimpfield, a specialist in "Sin and Punishment," also opened a new outfit.
There were few customers, especially because they did not advertise.
Still visiting, I like new things with ears. Because they had heard that Sin and Punishment was the subject of conversation in the King's capital.
"What is this? You're kidding me!
But they didn't visit the store knowing what Sin and Punishment was like.
I get hit that I didn't imagine, I leave the store mad.
And he pummeled discontent and dissatisfaction all around him, causing Shrimpfield's feet to drop even further.
(This is fine)
To the middle-aged concierge who came to report the number of guests, a serene nodding reaper.
(As the customer decides on the store, the store also hangs the customer on a sieve)
Only those who remain. That's what I was thinking.
A hobby store where you can ignore your income and expenses. It is a management policy, possible because he is the owner.
He was a hard-line reaper everywhere.
Then a few days pass. His thoughts began to pay off gradually.
A few raw stones left in the sieve. It was they who went out to Shrimpfield and began to polish themselves.
Sooner or later, a great jewel will come from this store.
Imagine the future, and Reaper laughed at it.