And while avoiding the pitfalls that are promised traps, I go one after the other along branches that aren't on the map, and I go brain mapping & burying the records of the dead.
I can be used unexpectedly ~? praised him for his loose tone and accidentally said in the tense raised "Good to have a contract!" Or if he tried his mouth, "he became even more attentive, dyeing his whole body rosy.
Pink him, too, well, cute depending on what you see... right?
and.
Though I thought he was cute enough to be happy with the dead spirit and all that.
That's a dungeon for once, so I'm going to keep my mind on it.
Exactly. I still feel nervous near the entrance to the cave, and the monsters that count are weak, so there was no response from Mr. Ignis.
Slightly further into the back, the potpourri, potpourri, emerge.
"Six years ago."
Identify where to designate the person who, as always, teaches you out of your mind.
Exactly six years later, there are no items left.
It's also close to the main line, and maybe even the adventurer who came later picked it up.
I also see the footprints of the brave men and others all the time, so as not to find them, I go to such conclusions.
"It's such a dangerous cave, and if the item was falling, I'd pick it up for once, wouldn't I?"
and. Nodding yeah to the atmosphere, I softly clap my hands and seek the way ahead.
At first, he looked at this behavior in a strange way, convinced on several occasions that you would pay respect even to the unknown dead, he said in a relatively serious tone.
No, no, this was in the previous world, and it generally means that... don't sneak into Buddha! Please, I'm feeling better, too.
Mr. Ignis is here, so I'm going to forget about it by accident, but whatever, I'm afraid of haunting or even being an adult! (; to:)
Since I didn't seem to be able to successfully say such an inner correction, I misconstrued the reply on the spot with obscure answers from my customers and such.
"Is this three years ago?"
Whoa, the closest I've ever been, when I get to the place he says.
I didn't drop anything similar to a weapon or item, but there was an elongated pile of something black coal-like.
—— Mm-hmm. Hey, this looks like a remnant of a sword.
For once, it's not like people's bones or anything, is it? and ask what coal consists of.
Immediately.
"No, I'm not."
And when I came back, I took it with confidence, and the high-performance mask soaked up a lot of impotence, and it delivered its “smell" to my nose.
I figured if you think it smells unique when it looks like something metal, don't put unintelligible ingredients on your skin or smell it!! And I feel like someone told me to clean my hands right away. Yes! I am a cautious and cautious man! And when I explain with my heart to something I don't know anywhere, Mr. Ignis is going ahead and fuzzy at his usual rate. Oh, wait! and follow after with a small run.
"Eight years ago."
Find shards in places like that.
"... that's kind of a weird cut for breaking during the fight. It's more like a twitchy weather than a thousand pulls."
As such, he picks up the bracelet shards and the discolored foundation.
—— eight years... eight years... um, after that much, is this degree of weathering ant?
For once, it could be someone's artifact.
Pull out a beautiful cloth bag and when you act inside, it's in the bag.
Because the footprints of the brave men were faithful to the internal maps that were out there.
The next time I went this way and the branch, the depth increased there too.
"Five years here."
"It's six years here."
"This is three years."
"It's seven years here."
Pick up some people's places of death one after the other.
To the "Two Years" voice I finally heard, I'm close! and expectations swelled.
"Ah, the items remain untouched here!
Sometimes it's close to the deepest part of the world, and it's a bit of a mess, so maybe he died on the wrong side of the road.
Though I often feel sorry for him, I gently touch the person's artifacts.
Items bags and sawdust are turned into sand when touched. Cameo-like of the design of the Holy Beast rolled down from inside.
Metallic bracelets and sparsely spaced gear collapse in the hands when picked up. I couldn't help it... and when I saw the sword left stabbed at the cave wall, it didn't look that different, and it seemed like I could hold it as normal, I grabbed the pattern and tried to pull it in front of me.
"Wow."
In a moment, Pakiri broke his body, and I turned to the spot.
--Uh... no body...
It was an important artifact… and he managed to stand on the spot. Somehow. Somehow, he put his finger on the part of his body that had been broken in front of him, and stroked the part of his stomach in a dusty, silent manner.
Metal and swords still shine enough light, only two years of erosion, huh? And I was talking about the appearance. The surface part pressed against my fingers, like paint over time, easily cracked in and collapsed into a parry.
Keep looking at the cross section of the sword, and again, look out for the same metal-like broken bracelet.
Plus, I flipped over the back of a cameo that rolled off what was a bag, and speaking of which, this kind of steel material is rare... In the past, it seems that dark colored materials were not used in the first place for many of the jewellery I saw when I was invited to combine social tours... well, that makes me feel comfortable.
--Oh. Did you discolor it?
And think freely.
—— Well, it feels more like corrosion than just discoloration...
and.
I casually rechecked the cross section of the sword.
- Hmm? Corrosion? Corrosion...
When goosebumps ran on both arms, chasing my blood temper down with Saa at the next moment.
The strong chills of Zowa hugged my shoulder----.