"I've never seen Phantom Town before."
Next to me, distant from consciousness in a good way, Mr. Rex shrugged.
It seems to have elbowed the window frame, or it is decided that this feels good again. Hair tips playing in the night breeze or the gaze of a calm atmosphere? You're definitely not afraid of haunting anymore when you're on a haunted pumpkin and you go so far through the natural, he said.
Ha, you're an idiot. It would be the living, not the dead, who are scared, or something. That's exactly the type you're going to say.
With that in mind, mine grasps the haz talisman that doesn't donate undead monsters and sees poppy skin in a gradually warmer night breeze.
"That talisman won't work for the Ghost system."
"What the hell!?
Mr. Rex giggles with his hands on his mouth about whether this one move he stuck in without getting his hair in was a bump.
"Undead monsters and ghosts are made differently. That's an item for vs. monsters, so it doesn't work for the Ghosts. I'm sorry you're ready."
I was wondering if you would look out for me and care.
What is that mean statement?
What if this is his nature?
"If you knew, you should have told me..."
If you turn your pompous, grunting, frivolous eyes, you flush it away and Mr. Rex glances back out the window.
If you get caught and turn your consciousness outside, there's a surprise sight there.
"... wow... this is the sky, it's flying, isn't it?
"I suspected I was hallucinating at first, too. You're definitely flying. Can you see a giant gate on the plain a little further, glowing blue and white?
"Uh... yes, yes. Yes, there is, as well as an annular outer wall with a suspicious aura standing up. It looks like there's a little light on the inside."
"Probably that's Phantom Town. It seems that only once in a year can a lucky traveler see it. I heard it was in the Silakamba Valley… from where I was earlier, it feels like the Plains of Rote. Does that city mean moving...?
That voice comes with a subtle height question mark, and I'm a little wondering if it can go on.
After all, I thought he was familiar with the formation of undead monsters and ghosts, so I felt I had nothing to doubt about Phantom Town.
But there's something you don't know, Mr. Rex.
While you're talking about a powerful adventurer, isn't this guy actually the wise one to sneak up on the world? And? I was starting to suspect it with the creeps of the Great Sage Tower, so I'm kind of a little ho.
The brave man and the good Ish, I wondered how well I would encounter the gentlemen of the profession... or something like that, so I wondered if it was in line.
Ho and then this conversation, I thought I'd keep trying, opens my mouth without any concern.
"Like the world in the mirror. Actually, it's nowhere, only this day to welcome customers. How does it work to be able to see the city in a few determined places and get the road?
"... oh well. I see. Ghosts from all over the world should gather, it would be a lot crowded to have only one door. Considering that, it seems reasonable to divide the roads into a few places, and I can explain how good the story is that I see them outside of the Silakamba Valley every year. A boulder."
The sparkling scorched caramel is directed this way, and I panic so badly to return the words.
"No, no, no. Talk about not just one place where the gate will be ready, mundane! It's in two!? At the moment, it's more like a hinelli or something."
"Really? Instead, modern scholars seem hard-headed. If I shake my current story to a scholar who specializes in it, I feel like I'm going to be returned to you normally for maybe moving."
"That's the stupid, that's the story... The scholars are very smart."
Fine specialties can't follow.
Because I feel that way, wise man, what a profession I'm not even interested in fine dust. I don't have any expectations that I might be able to do that. The statue of sage in me is a super perfect intellect who knows everything anyway and can handle any field. Sure, I studied more about this world than I ever did, but even so, what? Me? I can't, I can't, it's a story.
What did you think of such a return, Mr. Rex muttered dissatisfied, "You're smart..." "It's time to get there," I urged him to switch.
—— Yes, it was. I forgot, but I did.
Outside the pumpkin, Mr. Skeleton said, 'Open the door!! I brought in Lord Ignis' customers! 'and a voice that speaks out loudly, and I see in my eyes where a huge gate opens as I awake.
The haunted pumpkin finally descended into the earth in front of the gate, slowly passing the open gate.
It's too yucky...
Yeah, already, when I realized that the top looked lost from the neck of the gatekeeper I held off on both sides of the gate.
Immediately, you just have to pull your neck through the window and clatter!!
Even if your lost neck floats in the air and you're looking at me through the window? Even if there are signs of it, there's no way you can look up!!
Hino, no, no!!! And as I lean down and wait, Mr. Rex, who doesn't move, tells me the view one way or the other.
"The streets don't feel so different from people's cities," "Translucent white spiritual flowers adorn the households... oh, are you a lesson in lowering human fruits together," "Jack lanterns arranged along the road are spectacular," "You have fruit floating in the waterways," "ghosts and leis, as well as witches and fairies (banshees) and living corpses. It's rare to get all this together. That's what we should call a ghost festival."
Next to Mr. Interested, it usually feels like a Halloween costume queue if you just listen to him or something.
Everywhere, though odd voices mix, I wonder if it's surprisingly fine if you think it's a disguise to the hustle and noise that seems serene and fun? Think about it, about time, and raise your gaze.
—— Ugh, wow.........!
Mr. Rex chuckles at my signs of drinking the words.
"There wouldn't be so much fear in this atmosphere, would there?
My gaze snorts busily to the amusement of the Ghosts, who have accumulated colorful fires in their bodies, and the cuteness and beauty of the spiritual flowers (Ghost Flowers) suspended at the end of the houses of the houses, and the barrels of jack lanterns arranged without gaps at the edge of the road.
Fluffing through the air, the Ghosts look just like White Ghost, the owner of the Ghost House we previously encountered in “Willide” Forest Field, and are more of a fancy cutie than scared. It's a haunted city (Phantom Town), so I thought earlier gatekeepers were places of fear full of gruesome and graduating women, but even though it's night, it's surprisingly bright outside the carriage, and the ghosts there don't lure so much fear either.
Well, who's in charge of the groceries? Though there are zombies.
Is the ratio 70% fancy, 10% witchcraft and 10% gross lineage, 7 minutes physical and 2 minutes screaming, and 1 minute imif?
One foot umbrella in the middle of the mess The moment I saw a haunting hindsight, so much so that I was a little dazzled by nostalgia and clutter. If you look for him, you can wear his eyeballs... I also expect a little bit.
I think it would be pretty scary if it existed.
I wonder why I did it.
The way they enjoy the festival the same as people, the more familiar they are the more they think they are going to be able to communicate normally if they speak up.
I don't feel like I'm aiming to surprise this one anyway, like a ghost house haunt.
"I'm always under the impression that if this is the case, it's haunting... except grossly"
"Isn't that an impossible story? Their behavior towards people is like a reflex movement. If people were there, I couldn't help but surprise them. Perhaps if we got out of this carriage and scattered all the signs of people, we'd all be headed to Bell's."
"Eh, at least once before I died, I wanted you to tell the brave man I liked him...... orz"
Though serious lines came back behind me as I said, hands off the window frame and buried my face in a fluffy cushion with my hands on the chair, "Fighting the Ghost won't happen so rarely, you won't die".
It doesn't mean your body dies, it means your heart dies! And when I turned my back silently, the fudge hung after a slight silence came down.
"Are you that scared of ghosts?
"... I saw their fancy looks and stuff earlier, so I don't think it would be that much if they were Ghost standalone. Real zombies with human shapes, undead bone systems, the ones with no subtle alignment of body parts... I'm afraid of that. Why does that work? Someone like that."
I'm also scared of the "flattery" of the previous world. From what I've seen of the city, there was no such thing, so maybe he's not in this world.
When I was pungent and pungent with melancholy feelings, I heard the words "somehow understood" in a voice I could afford from next door.
He was like, "Looks like we're here, huh?," he returned, standing up and putting his hand on the carriage door.
'Oh, sir. Could you take a sip of this one before you go down? What, it's not a suspicious drug. It helps to diminish the signs of life. I'd like to avoid any unnecessary confusion even with us.'
At the front of Mr. Rex pulling the door, a sappy vial was offered from outside the window, and Mr. Received was rolling over his hand for a little while, but voiced a confirmation in the atmosphere that there was no problem.
"One bite, huh?
'Yes, just one bite is enough for one night'
"............, Belle"
"I'll have it."
The bottle received was transparent and the contents seemed to be packed.
What Mr. Skeleton says, if you drink this, you can diminish the signs of people.
If you don't have to be surprised by the darkness, I'll drink it.
... Fortunately, the poison taste is done.
I just drank it and dropped off the back of the person who went outside, and, yes, I swallow it in my mouth.
--…… flavor… wasted soda flavor… (…)
Somewhere to the familiar flavour of the edge, somewhat hoarse or guttering...
"Hands please, Lady Lacotte."
At the point of descending the steps of the carriage, the sappy, uneven white bone.
"No, I, I'm a wild child, so I'm fine. How do you feel?"
I don't want to be taken by mistake. My move was already great.
Ba! (Jump) Sta!! (Landing) Casa sassa!!! (moves behind Mr. Rex)
The last thing that made it sound a little like a bug was lack of character, but it must have been quick to suspect the eyes.
In fact, the skeletal butler is solidified as he remains reaching out.
When will it be back? and watching in simple doubt, a voice rang from behind before many.
"Welcome, Sir"
It was the voice of a soft woman, so she looks back without any setup and regrets it violently.
With force in the middle of his belly, he pressed off reactions like "screaming” and “running away," and said, "Skeleton! It's a skeleton!! I mean, eyeballs! Your eyeballs are about to fall off!?" or "There are subtle vessels left near the Decor!! I still have a subtle skin on the back of my hand or something!!!" I kept the fierce cry in my heart.
Wrapped around a stunning classic dress, she had no wind that bothered her at all, such as a nearly removed eyeball, and when she broke her hips, she let her gracious thanks be given.
"This is Osteo's daughter Ostea. I've been able to take better care of myself today than Master Ignis. This way, please. '
Who is Osteo? and let his gaze wander around, because at some point the butler was back, bowing his head in good time to show.
Oh, you mean Mr. Osteo.
I do feel the same way about my bones... I'm not an osteologist, I can't tell "you look just like your father" by looking at the bones. So pull and tie the closed mouth even harder without telling me to come.
I'm scared to look straight at him, so my gaze goes as far as possible to Mr. Rex, who walks behind Mr. Ostair towards the dress.
Apparently this is the biggest mansion we could see slightly from outside the city, and we are not so much behind it as the back entrance, but it was lowered to a gate with few people's streets. We took a few tidy stone trails, and we could see a casual entrance.
If you creep in there and enter the mansion, you will be gradually invited into a wide hallway, where you will be taken in front of a large door. There is a similar door across the street, Mr. Rex to one side, and I am hoped to enter the other.
When Mr. Ostair noticed me with a face of obvious anxiety, such as being separated from him in a haunted Negi, he laughed and let one door open.
"To get used to the party, we just need you to call us back a little bit."
A few women in the room? stood, opening the door of a mobile closet lined up all the way, sacrificing… and seemingly waiting for us now or now to change our clothes.
"Don't worry about it. I won't take the time. '
You took the silence in between as an acknowledgement, come on, and the skeleton lady gently pushes my back.
Though my legs, gnawed at the boney feeling, proceeded as prompted, and I tried to depress myself at the signs of the door closing behind me. Tequila and costumes have been changed by the samurai who feel like a zombie close to the bone unlimited, and if you notice, they serve tea.
Happy with the hot air standing up in front of you or something,... Huh?... What?? And, when I asked around Kyolo Kyolo, my wandering gaze was eventually stopped by a large painting on the wall.
The heavily oil-painted style matches the calm atmosphere indoors coming from the deep shades of unified furniture, creating a performance that is however the guest room of the lord's mansion.
Drawn is a white cat foot antique one dresser placed on a carpet. Slightly larger On both sides of it lies a large vase, with red flowers on one side and yellow flowers on the other. I wonder if this could also be a painting that changes the scenery, and conclude that it's just a conjecture but it probably doesn't.
Then, slightly calmed, my gaze was set on myself reflecting in the dark window.
For a moment, who!? Though I thought so, I see myself made that way in a faded corner of my memory.
Wow, this is what happened... or now you're telling me to get on the table... and I've had two modest knocks flying out the door when I'm even groaning inside.
'Thank you for waiting. I've brought you here. "
And again I was amazed at the milk-tea handsome man who came into the room with his voice.
Wear a simple but visual black outfit, wear a pair of boots of the same color, and lower the accessory to your ears, neck and wrist that looks like it. Put on a worn out but good atmosphere cloth and expose your eyes to exquisite conditions. At the end of the day, a giant sickle, let me hold a Koleja... tool.
"... are you Reaper?
"Apparently so."
"You look terribly good."
If it weren't for the sickle, I'd be the Demon King.
—— Uh, I think I'm here. They're here, demon kings like this.
I would definitely buy a game like this if Las Boss is like this.
Good luck with the action system, even if it's difficult to attack.
When you're laughing at the imagination you've imagined, the person's gaze glows when you say whether you took it suspiciously or what you're thinking.
"No, I have no other intention. No, but when a guy wears that kind of costume, he's a vegetarian and cool guy. It's a nice place to have a sickle and a reaper, but you're like a demon king."
Mr. Rex, from the front, it's pretty compelling, so...
Haha, and laughing "Wow, it suits you -" without any feelings, the person stops moving with Hita and looks strange.
"Demon King?"
Oh, speaking of which, I was.
There is no demon king in this day and age.
To my mind, I wonder how I would follow up on an inadvertent statement.
"Uh... right. Do you feel like someone who stands at the apex of the demonic hyeralky? So king of demonic species and demon king, like. Especially if it's a fantasy person."
If I put in my last say no, could even those in the world who don't know the Demon King receive it without so much discomfort? And?
When I asked how things were going, the "I see" word was zeroed in the atmosphere that I was convinced.
—— Good, good. You got it. It seems that the silence could finally be misconstrued.
and.
I saw a samurai move to prepare another cup at the edge of my sight, so why don't you just sit down? and make an invitation.
"This is the tea you made me, so why don't you take it?
Then he turned around and asked the skeletal Mr. Osteer to whisper.
"What's the time?
'It's hard to say, because the samurai has shaken up and has taken more time than planned to decorate the company...'
That's what I'm talking about.
"Ha, is that right? I'm sorry you let me in."
As I said, I followed Mr. Ostair and Mr. Rex, who were returning their heels and exiting, and I grabbed up the skirt beneath my feet, and followed the wasp and the spot.