Though the trees are rarely visible, nearby they stretched to a height that disturbed vision. It does not, and as far as I can see, there are holes pocketed in the horizontal field.
Still in front of the slightly orange remaining sky, a line was headed towards the entrance to that hole.
The destination is the lowest level of this hole. Defeating the boss there doesn't seem to be a crusade request from the Adventurer Alliance, unless a great man has asked for an item to be collected.
The boss's level will also be nearly minus 30 from their current average, nor does it mean that there are rare materials available only here.
Still, if they're going to go, I'm going to have to follow them, but I'm going to have to ask you something called "good reason" why you have to stop by around here for the one that's called how you feel.
In that mood an adorable bob-cut boy opened his mouth to his companion.
"What can I do for you here?
He stops his feet a few steps down the stone stairs at the entrance and asks towards them, similarly stopped, touching a sculpture carved on the wall.
"I'm sorry to keep you company."
An unexpected person looked back among them, and I was surprised to say so, is that for you? Where I turned my gaze like that. The person slowly approached the edge of the stairs and asked under it with the same faceless expression as usual.
"It's a memorable place with my adoptive father."
For a few seconds, a slightly stiff voice continues in that place where Singh and I quieted back down.
"Always, I decide to stop by when I go through the neighborhood. … to the hero of Granthulus, with condolences"
I followed the line of the brave brunette with a beautifully looking spear with blue and silver hair vertically upside down. He always affixes a refreshing grin that people seem to like, but the face he spoke of was something different and sad than usual.
"Lord Jill Luke was also a hero of adventurers. Many swordsmen still yearn for him."
This was followed by an old wizard who brought the ears of a bright white raven out of his head. Looking at you somehow, the ears of my usually chicken-moving head stopped it perfectly.
Who was that? Who did what? and the boy tried to ask, but he felt the sign of a red dot girl who didn't seem so interested in their story, and that being uninterested in this age in the outside world isn't actually as much as they say… is he to that extent? He swallowed the words.
In the meantime, it was a brave man's errand to come here, and it's a story that brings back memories of the fathers who have already left the world. I've got my reasons, so I just tried to move on with the leg the boy stopped.
"Besides, the night sky looks up from the bottom floor, and it's inside."
"Yes, yes. I want to show Beryl and Sorol the view for once."
He regains the atmosphere as usual and the boys say that, so the boy shouts "heh" carelessly.
Hearing that, the brave brunette, who was snorting unwittingly, stopped peeking under the hole and opened her mouth with a serious look at them not being ridden.
"The higher the level, the more relaxed the mundane things get. If you go downstairs, you'll see, but looking up from the bottom of the hole can tighten the looseness that you didn't notice. No matter how level you get, you're a little... to admonish you."
When you said that in front of me, I thought it would be easy to win what kind of request this party would have made? What a mood attack, the elf-eared boy accidentally goes out of sight. I don't know how the brave saw that, but I walked out early before them to move on, so I looked awkward at his back like that. The boy asked the girl.
"By the way, what were you looking at earlier?
She hasn't seen a move in a while, staring at a certain point in the lower level.
"... Snake Face"
"Oh?... what, it's just a sculpture. If it was that big, it would have been in another dungeon. Normal, normal."
"But there's only one. I wonder what the hell that means..."
Before I came here, the mayor of the small town I took care of put a novel of reasoning collected in my hobby in the hands of a girl. Using a simple trick for her childhood, she likes to talk about it that seems a little short for her own age, and since then, she makes her frowns twinkle trying to deduce the "naked" answer for every thing. Daiwa, I guess you enjoy imitating someone from the riddler who appeared in the book for yourself. but such a girl. He even looks troublesome with his jitsu eyes.
There's no such thing as "naked" in the world as much as you think about it, and I don't think it's a big deal to be included, is there? Honestly, that's what he thought. A touch of kindness, or he stopped putting it in his mouth.
I don't really know what a person is, because even a guy like this has the same super vision as me, like an elf.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. And when he spoke, the boy followed the grownups down the stairs.