"... you've exhausted the pattern of time crushing too"
"It's time for me to get tired of living caged in a room. but if you look at this rain, you can't help it."
"If that's what you say, it is. If it does rain like this, I can't have the courage to go outside."
For one thing, the winning or losing of the first battle in the morning is decided, and now I darkly ask them what they're going to do. There are other guests, but few people originally wake up late or spend the day in a room with a daze because of this weather, and there aren't many signs of people on the ground floor even in the morning hours that can't be said to be early already.
It's not that big of an inn, so there's not a lot of people to stay in, but if you do, you're a little lonely in this space in the dining room and AC. It's where the two of us lack excitement even as we play a game of time, and clearly, it's already a run-of-the-mill area.
—— I have no choice. Will you make it through reading again today?
I have someone to talk to, even though I'm alone, and you might think I don't miss reading. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Rex seems to read normally, and even if he spends time reading books separately from each other in the same space, there is no wonder or discomfort.
We are amazingly natural, able to share time and space.
That's like a relationship with a childhood friend, reminiscent of a light deja vu.
In addition, I was impressed with my own adaptability and blurred that I had the skills to “adapt”.
—— Oh, yeah. A skilled adventurer, Mr. Rex, might understand.
Suddenly I remember it and I glance away from the window frame just to shake the story.
I'm talking about the status card.
To shake it out, the person stopped his hand lifting the cup to encourage him very naturally ahead.
"Have you ever seen the terms" free of charge ”in the" contract ”section? It means no reward."
"... Whatever it takes,“ pro bono. "
"That's right... it can't be normal..."
"It's not like" slave, "is it?
"That's right. I've never even seen a contract form called" pro bono ”in a professional book. Perhaps some of the adventurers know..."
That's why I asked you a few questions.
I was hoping someone familiar with him or something.
Understand "hopelessness" in the atmosphere of Mr. Rex, who makes a face of not knowing.
"So... you're saying that Bell recently signed some kind of" pro bono ”contract somewhere?
—— Well, that's what happens if you tell the entity.
I hesitated to say it for a few moments, but I nodded back one, breaking it off that it was a story I had spread out and I had no choice.
"I know a merchant who says," There's nothing more scary than free. "When I remembered that, it seemed like some kind of" pro bono "condition..."
I let my shoulders flatter a little, trying to mix up a little tea and talk to the dialogue.
Then it worked, the handsome guy in front of me said, "That's for sure. It's horrible to be told that you don't need anything in return to borrow your abilities," he said with a zero grin.
The “covenant” of this world does not restrict the connection to a wide variety of beings, such as the Divine Spirit, the Fairy, or the Demonic Species or Monsters in rare places. There are no restrictions, but regulations, and the usual “contract” comes with “terms”.
What promises do you assume that you will cooperate when something with mighty power lends strength to something powerless, or when a small being lends a peculiar power to something that does not? Conditions may be a little hard to say, but there is a “reciprocal” character as a general rule, which provides “corresponding magic” to the power borrowed.
Some of them unilaterally attach a condition to “slavery” that would torture the contracting party -- and there are humans there, but I wouldn't recommend it any more because it can be seen worse later than the record literature left behind. Any book that is trivial but written about the contract may contain a sentence of it.
By the way, the contract I gave to Percy from El Fione was inscribed with the letter "subordinate", and if asked what it was, it would be a step ahead of the slave atmosphere. For now, don't defy what my husband says, I feel tied up and have a bad impression, but I'm thinking that probably bothered me to be Mr. Elle.
Anyway, I don't have enough magic to make Percy work the way she thinks she does.
I can't do it quantitatively.
It's that and it's a warcraft that looks surprisingly strong, and if you're conditioned to reciprocity, it'll really end without being able to do anything. Because “subordination” is terrible, you might think. I can imagine that you put such terrible conditions on me because the life expectancy of only people is considerably shorter than that of demonic species. I've decided to include all kinds of thoughts, and it's spoiled.
And I'm going back to the “contract” on the condition of “pro bono”, which I mentioned earlier...
Yeah, that's right. That's right.
Looks like it happened in Phantom Town, for example.
After I woke up in this inn, I traced a lot of memories... yuck! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! and. I immediately pulled out my status card to check it out. Apparently, it wasn't a curse, it was a contract...
At the window of the contract.
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Contract Warcraft Passiva: Subordinate
Contract Necromancer Fool Fire (Ignis Fatus): Free
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And that it was described like this...
I'm also scared that the terms are free, but I also wonder if the other person is a "Necromancer”...
As I recall, if I try one zero sigh, Mr. Rex, without saying anything, says, "Oh? 'Cause I looked.
"Well, we're talking about whether we need to call it out until we know what a pro bono contract looks like."
You don't have to know right now.
I gave it back as lightly as possible.
—— and well, there's also the means to ask Ish if he really wants to know. It doesn't matter if you tell me.
and.
Make sure you feel the separation of stories and stretch your spine firmly.
Thanks to the reminder of such a childhood friend, or I finally came up with a good game of time, with a sunny look on my face.
"There was a board game I had never played yet. I just don't have enough people right now... so why don't you invite someone around after lunch who seems free to hang out with you?
"What you say with that face sounds like an interesting game"
"I don't know if I can live up to Mr. Rex's expectations. I think it's fun there. A merchant I know said it was becoming popular."
"Then until then..."
"Yes, do you always have time to read?"
I tried to close the conversation that way, and Mr. Rex leaked a bitter laugh and wondered if he could lend me something that seemed good because I had finished reading all the books I had with him.
Unexpectedly, I want to see "Mr. Boomy Handsome" sexually for some reason, and I think I'm going to give you a collection of live gags from the Adventurer Guild version.
but the so-called “honey" of a bee monster named Melifera wanted to eat, hid the signs and tailed him to the nest, and after sunset when the activity became dull, he cut open some of the nest that was covered with a lid... the sanagi-san was completely jammed, not the bee... Actually, it wasn't a Melifera's nest there, but a Mandarinian (tinned bee monster) nest where I thought I'd die, or something. It's subtly missing. The laughter of the reporters (?) Will this mighty handsome man react to the part of...? And. If you think that "such a mistake, there's no reason to do it" or something like that is going to get busted, it's something that I feel like I can't give it away.
I can't even lend you a book with a lot of content that makes me wonder about this personality... but with a little flirtatious or curious lightness, I try to put an "unexpected genre” between solid books.
Yes, a collection of gags with a betty feel or a romantic novel on the King's Road that Shrew seems to have liked (the cover, of course, is a killer lady and prince), and this was the identity of that famous guy in history! It is a kind of entertainment novel.
—— Well, even if you see a back cover that looks like it, Mr. Rex won't pick it.
And while I think of the person in front of me who is imaginatively "inference novel system if you read”, I take the books out of the bag one after the other and pile them on the table.
"Whatever you like -"
Nah, obviously there's a mixture of suspicious choices. From this side of the stacked wall, whispering with a steady face, I just opened the book of readings and started reading. Instead, I was asking for signs across the street, and that was the big guy, lightly pulling through the dizzying book without showing any slight dust fright or hesitation.
—— I knew it... was the type of weird title that didn't bother me, even if it caught my eye. Is that a deductive novel as I thought it was in my hand...... wha!? (; "△") Whoa!!? Mr. Rex chose a romance novel YES!?!!
Even though it was this one who set me up, you think it was this one who was surprised and decided to show fright?
With an unexpected shock, he flushed my face with a cool grin that would have dotted his eyes, turning the page as it was… then read it thoroughly about 20 minutes later.
In the meantime, having suffered the pain of holding down his throbbing chest - a guilty alley when something unsavory had been done - I was terrified and unable to see his face right after reading it, and I tried to behave in any way as a loser by leaning over and deciding through, even though I felt my gaze bizzy.
And then around the corner I chose a series of suspicious choices —— books about who that famous guy is -- and he said he was no longer no match for this benevolent...
I can't insult a handsome race!! And I screamed vainly with my heart... I don't think I can do it...
Because that's what it is.
—— Ah... where and what is a brave man doing these days?
It's impossible to escape reality like this.