Wang Du was about to have a winter.
Surprisingly early sunset. Now is a good time to say noon, but in a couple of hours it will be dark.
Tauro's home, off the north of downtown. The woodlike gardens on its rooftops had also already begun to grow long with the shadows of the trees.
(Former No-length Sada)
In the center of a shaded pond, a single turtle speaks to himself. He's about twenty centimeters long and it's his own tail whose eyes are pointed at him.
After moving left and right, I'll now try to tap it to the surface.
(Totally Nijitteil)
I couldn't feel anything wrong.
(Melono scratch mo consumer eta)
Turn your head back forward and let it sink into the water to the bottom of your eyes. And I thought about my former friend.
I allowed you to live on your back, people magician. He used all sorts of high-altitude magic and was rounded up with the best magicians in the world at the time.
Would he have healed his wounds?
(Difficult shiidaro)
I've never tried it. I never asked for treatment, and my friend didn't even tell me.
So much so that he himself had forgotten the existence of the wound. What I didn't realize was that I couldn't help it.
(he no magic ha, light lana katta)
And when the LORD of the land had healed himself, his whole body was enveloped in red light. It's a magical testament to beyond heights.
If you're on this land, you're about twenty centimeters long, but your original size is around two hundred meters. It is impossible with a lot of magic, such as erasing the wounds on its body.
(Hum)
Once friends had formed friendships and helped with human-shaped creatures living in the woods.
He preferred the Spirit Forest and his hobbies were walking and reading. After life expectancy, he is buried by the Lake of the Spirit.
I didn't mean to be a grave guard. But there was nowhere else to go, so he stayed in the lake.
(solo solo, yokalow)
In my opinion, it was a long time ago. A human race would be sorry for a dozen generations.
Unlike back then, I had a place to go and something to eat. Some people want to talk to.
(Sarcasm Namonoyo)
Hope increases after the rest of the raw is shorter. I think about it and slightly shrug my neck.
It's just a story if you look at it in your own race, too. Raw is still a long time compared to human race.
(Dre, family head palace nomotohe to kautosulka)
He swam out to the herb tree to live the rest of his life the way he wanted.
I finished buying out, and I went back home. I bought confectionery, coffee beans, and tea leaves.
Quickly, whisk the beans and make the coffee. The tool used is a siphon.
But it's not as simple as stuck the flask up and down. Constructed of curved glass tubes, he seems like a tough guy to wash.
"Ignition"
I command the kitchen magic team to put their hands on it. I'm not a magician, but the magic tools were ready to be used.
"Well, it's been almost a year since I've been here."
If you are in high school, it is long enough for you to study abroad and come back with English pepper. I'm growing up too.
"Whoa, is it boiling? As fast as ever."
Originally, it's not the kind of tool you use for coffee. It is used by pharmacists in potion making.
I need more essential tools than calling myself a pharmacist. That's what I thought and bought instead of the interior.
"But what do you mean, it's definitely better to brew with this guy? I wonder if business is different after all."
Maybe it doesn't let the scent and richness escape, or something like that. By the way, tea also uses this.
To add, cleaning is easier than it looks. That's what work tools and maintenance are made of.
"... smells good"
Enjoy black while watching the garden forest.
Then he was called in by the head of the family, the head of the garden forest administration.
"What?"
Respond to the scent while relaxing under your chin. Our bond is deep, and with this distance, we can have a conversation even if we can't reach our voices.
"Do you want me to come to the pond in the garden? Okay, but before you do, let me finish my drink."
Place for a little while and go outside. My family had already picked me up.
As they say, I put Imosuke on my shoulder and walk through the garden forest while Dangolow leads me.
Neither one of them wore eyelids or thorn armor today.
I thought you were tired of it, but it seems different. It seems there are times, places, and occasions when Imosuke and the others are here.
"Zaratan wants to be a family member?
Nodding imosque.
I asked her out once before, but she was reluctant. Apparently, he changed his mind.
"I guess it worked that I healed my injuries during this time"
He healed his worn tail and scratched armor with B-rank injury healing magic.
He said, "What? I think he figured out how great I am."
That's family led, great entertainment talk.
I feel good laughing when I get laid.
"You know that, don't you, Imoske? I have my sights, you."
Enjoy that conversation and arrive by the pond. Zaratan was already waiting on the shore.
I ask as I bring Imosuke down to the ground.
"When I became a family member, I could talk to them directly."
Imobes shaking their heads up and down. Mental paths connect, making it easier to communicate.
Crouched, I give a voice to the turtle.
"Um, is it okay if I mean to be a family member?
After an interpreter for Imoske, a leading turtle. I gave him my right pinky and kept on saying the words.
Zaratan, it's my pleasure to meet you.
Zalatan with one forefoot out and touching the tip of his pinky finger. This is the one that somehow conveyed the feeling.
"What? You're family now?"
Imosuke, now he says the contract is complete.
It's a lot lighter, but it's the same when I think about it, Dangowlow. I think all I said was, 'Let's accept it as a family'.
"Well, it's your fault, and we can all talk about it."
Me with the claws and the two on my lap. Zalatan remains at the front waterfront.
Undeflected exchange of views on the garden forest. So we deepen our interactions and deepen our spiritual paths.
That's a powerful spiritual beast. Soon something like a conversation began to form.
"Hmm? What?"
Zaratan sensed the signs that he was doing so when he heard something, and he nodded.
The turtle stares straight at me from the bottom.
"Skewers, whirlwind, toja, how many kas?
It was silence that ruled the place. Winter winds blowing through the garden forest gently wind up the deciduous leaves.
I didn't immediately understand what they were asking me.
"... how could you do that?
Be a pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom and a member of the Adult Gourmet Club. I think of a slightly busy skebemacchio face and inquire.
Zaratan and Cornell, where the hell was the contact?
The answer was immediately, brought from another direction.
"Kushizashi Shinpu!
"Kushizashi Shinpu!
That's what I say and I move out, Imosque and Dangolo.
He seems to have reacted to the word 'skewered whirlwind' and is starting to chase me between me and Zaratan.
Zaratan knows that these two are definitely the cause.
(What did you explain?)
I guess we're chasing each other's asses, two drawing rings on the ground. I toured my thoughts staring at it.
"Two of my best friends, and a Special Attack."
I stare back at the turtle and answer honestly.
Zalatan removed his gaze from me and moved on to the moving Imosques.
"Special..."
I'm thinking something.
"Gyakukaiten!
Now turn counterclockwise, magpie butterfly five-year-old larvae and dandruff. Neither leg is slow enough to be groovy.
In the end, there were no further questions from Zaratan.
This is how I welcomed my new family.
Here the stage moves from the Wang capital, straight east. There's a religious state, a country to the east.
Though not far from the empire, its national power approaches the kingdom. One of the leading powers of the Ost continent, so to speak.
The city of Bishops, the capital, the cathedral situated in its centre, is literally the centre of politics and religion.
A grand mass was now about to be executed in the cathedral that accompanied the Cathedral.
"... hey, you okay?"
A worried young man walks into the cathedral, pulling the hand of a friend.
Large space with no chairs, carpeted all over the floor. There were already a lot of people, but the two managed to find a place and sit on their knees.
"I don't know, it was really dangerous this time."
The young man who answers is wearing a tight blindfold. I have not been able to see my surroundings, either because I have been drawn to them or because I have cursed them.
"Don't get worse year after year. Contrary to me, I honestly envy you."
The said blindfolded young man looked like a lit, then somewhere proud.
But soon my concern for my friend springs up and I utter words of apology.
"I'm sorry, I'll take care of you"
"Don't worry about it. This is for you to get closer to God."
The Mass that will take place today is the most important one of the year. Because the broken month of Maladarn ends at sunset.
Why youth were blindfolded. That's to keep the woman out of sight.
Otherwise, in his case, the desire he was holding back could burst.
"Damn, the woman's voice sounds like shit"
A blindfolded young man holding his ears with both hands. I guess I'm really close to the limit.
Fortunately, the bragging of the people filling the cathedral quickly subsided.
Big double doors at the entrance where they came in. For there the archbishop appeared well-fattened.
"... under the Archbishop"
In words leaking from both sides of the aisle, the Archbishop walks straight to the stage behind the Archbishop.
The hairy legs of the carpet are long and the footsteps barely stand.
The only thing that resonates is the voice of the choir that started singing on both wings of the stage.
(Yo, look)
Stage of the Grand Sacred Door, a step higher. Behind the choir, monks and nuns line up without gaps.
And the altar is set up further above the stage. Like a bonsai, it is soaring high.
The archbishop walks up the rope with difficulty and reaches the altar. And sweating on his forehead, he wound up that rope himself.
(Hmm)
The archbishop looks around the cathedral, stuffed with purple bands hung from his neck. It is filled with kneeling believers.
The eastern country is monotheistic, so the faithful are the people. Similar sights can be seen in all the churches in the country.
(Time to get started)
On both sides of the altar, little girls singing hard. Wait for it to end and speak to the faithful.
"This past month, it was forbidden to exchange men and women on their own. I think it was really tough."
In the crowd, the boys' heads shook vertically.
"But this has two great meanings. The first is learning patience."
(i) Put your breath down and carry on the words.
"The other thing is learning to thank you."
Desire pushed in and increased pressure. It eventually breaks down the walls of my heart.
Face, style, and age. Such dedication is temporarily absent.
"Now that you have finished the Intersection Month Maladarn, what is in your hearts is a deep gratitude to the opposite sex"
The people gathered in the cathedral, so to speak, bows squeezed to their limits.
"Whatever it takes to be heterosexual"
It would already be in that state. When the arrows are released, only great satisfaction and gratitude remain in my heart.
The Archbishop was experienced and well aware of the matter.
"God imitated Himself and made men and women"
Archbishop to move the topic to a passage in the Bible.
"Therefore we are incomplete. For the first time, a man and a woman will be able to become complete by having each other together."
Stained glass on your back and keep talking in good spirits. That even made me feel divine, despite being round and fat.
"God's thoughts and hearts are difficult to understand in our incomplete But how about when it's complete? Even though it's slight, can you see it?
Breathe out loud here, swallow your spit and dampen your throat.
"We are people, therefore the time to be complete is short. Increasing the quality of this time is what we aim for."
Watch a quiet listening audience and get on with your voice.
"We will be able to reach higher today after patience. And the time to come back should be longer than usual. I want you to keep that in mind and deepen your understanding of teaching!
When the archbishop exhaled loudly, he eased his expression.
"Well, let's keep this to ourselves. Perform the" Interaction Ritual "instead of this. Choir, pray."
Boys and girls on stage, in monastic clothes. Put your hands together in front of your chest and melody your words.
'- When you pray alone, you must avoid the eyes. If you can hang it, lock it, and if you can't, pay attention to your surroundings. Especially for my family-'
With prayer, the excitement and enthusiasm within the cathedral that gradually increases. Because when you're done singing, the ritual of exchange begins.
The sound of the faithful sipping down their saliva, still heard there, on the altar high and away.
"It's mine. Ahhh!
"My ooh!
Immediately after the choir shut its mouth, the faithful who climb onto the stage first. Kicking his surroundings, he hits the choir one after another.
Girls are ambushed by youth and boys by young women. What follows are middle-aged and old men inferior to health.
Of course, it's not just on stage. Interaction between believers also occurs everywhere.
(You're always spectacular)
Believers attacked by each other. Looking at it, the Archbishop narrows his eyes satisfactorily.
Mutual understanding would undoubtedly be deepening.
(to the deepest part of the stage, have the waves reached)
If you turn your gaze, the followers just spilled. It's like a bunch of zombies.
Monks and nuns trained and honed their moves. But there can be no match for the power of numbers. He breaks the line while he sees it and gets swallowed up and goes.
The only thing safe in the cathedral is the archbishop who climbed the altar using a rope ladder and pulled up the ladder.
(Friendly things, I guess, are beautiful)
Turbid currents of middle-aged aunts, monks of chest-haired pheromones who disappeared in that vortex.
Surrounded by a group of belly-up old women, live college nuns. This one is already pinched and keeps screaming sweetly.
A cathedral where gratitude to God swirls. And the altar that stood high in it was as if it were a ship in the desolate sea.
(God, thank you for giving me this past year)
Some events made me want to cover my eyes, such as a massacre by a self-proclaimed wise man. It would be very hard to say that it was a good year.
But it wasn't even the worst year. If you string history, there are as many worse years as there are.
(May next year be a better year than this one)
He was an archbishop on his knees and offering prayers to heaven.