Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 92 Morning Inn White Weird

The spirits taught me kindly and politely all night long whining in the shelter "spirits whining (crushing and) kicking," the countless spirits who burst off whining and falling. Still, when attracted by the tremendous fluctuations of magic, it was a catastrophe of piles of spirits that gathered and peered and crashed, massive spirits on the periphery filled with magic vegetables and spirits fell one after the other.

The fierce frenzy of joy and pleasure was swirling with magical fluctuations, and the spirits seemed used to it because they were attracted every night and fell off.

Perhaps the rumor "Labyrinth Killer" is true, you did such an amazing thing and you said that you were so bad... if you were, you wouldn't be a Labyrinth King or a single person. I'm curious the other way around how you defeated the Labyrinth King, but that high-purity quality of magic is unusual, and I can't believe it's repeated every night and every night! The spirits were falling off with potatoes, but are you coming to see them every night?

The clouds of demonic magic that flow through the night, and the crushing whining, they fall, and the spirits that fall if you tell me the situation... you can stay there, but it's too late to sleep, and the situation is incremental. The live reality of the spiritual relay in real time... it still seems that the periphery was a demonic realm. A dense forest of tentacles, a hundred horny snakes, a feast of frenzy... (Potter)

(I'm having a good night.

I'm sleepless with the signs of an awesome night, but it was that awesome party that was cooking when you all called me to the table. The mysterious lord who is said to be Mr. Yao, Uncle Kanbai, was afraid of "disaster" out of respect and gratitude, and his eyes were filled with more than worship when the people who went to the city spoke out in peace. I was surrounded by kids who hugged me every time I found it and my buddies laughing and watching it with tender eyes, and yet behaved like an extremely normal person who didn't look great or prestigious at all. Make it a party to the many central figures in the rumors of Pu (Amana) Ku border.

Unidentified Gentiles. It didn't even resemble the "brunette warrior" who is also in the play. People, because of the opposite, were drawn to where they could obey the brunette princess, and they would be cooking dinner in the morning. It seems to be wandering all by itself, unlike the story of the "big brunette merchant" who robs and dominates the periphery constantly handing out a guard with no gaps, who is considered a skinny man who doesn't even resemble rumors of a great, muscular "labyrinth killing" of evil ghosts.

While each of them is in a completely different rumor tense person, they are not similar to any of the rumors and are distant from any image. As a messenger of God, I have traveled to many places as a member of the Church, dealing with many people and meeting with people of all races and professions, but only this person is like no one, I can't imagine what he is doing, and I have never seen anyone like him in the atmosphere, in his words, in his deeds, in his attitudes, and in his actions, so I look like no one. Strange people who can't spy on what they're thinking and can't predict what they're going to do.

If even a hundredth of the rumors were true, it would normally be scary. Everyone was speaking up in affection, and that smile was like an indescribable overflowing smile on this border alone.

A real smile. No hypocrisy, no contempt, no affectionate laughter, no fright, no distraction, no heart, no sign of exploring. Smiles just from the people of the border, smiles overflowing from their hearts filled with strength, pride and tenderness and compassion. Who is ahead of that smile, who can be directed to overflow that smile.

For the border is supposed to be a Gentile, but it seems to be the most frontier of why, and then it's not here. Somewhere it's not here. Somewhere it's not here. Someone with eyes that look at the distance like there's nowhere to be anywhere, even if it's normal. Even as I walked around the city, I was the one looking at the distance by myself while I was at the center of everyone's gaze.

I was even deprived of consciousness by the kind of gaze I could see deep into my soul with a spectacular grin with my eyes that peeked deeper into hell than death, but I don't mean to be angry or curse you. I just treat you like a girl who's normally everywhere. But I can't seem to remember your name.

"Eh, was she an annoying sister-in-law after what happened to Anna and Konna at Ali Ali?

"" "Mr. Arianna, why are you so long in front of your nickname! How did I hear that sounded like such a suspicious and meaningful name?

"Master Yao. My name is Arianna, and I've said this about fifty times, thank you very much."

Such a sweet eye that no one can imitate you, even though you have scarier sharp eyes than anyone else. What kind of world do you see in your black eyes?

"Yes, Ali Ali, that happened to me - so I was a Sister Daughter, and it was breakfast, but I didn't know why it was okonomiyaki at the request of the orphanage, but it was decided to okonomiyaki in the morning, but if you care why I get a request for breakfast from the orphanage, you say you lose. Well, if you want to eat it, you eat it, but it's good. Did you bake okonomiyaki all over my body? Like what? So there's nothing religious you shouldn't eat? Grandpa, baldness, mustache?

"" "Don't get mixed up in rice with grandpa, vultures, mustaches, even if there's no religious problem! Or the grandfather is forbidden to church people, so don't cook! And that happened too - because the reminiscence scene isn't in Arianna's name!

"We at the church are in a position to receive everything that has been served, so there are no rules for eating. Do you just want to refrain from extra luxury items? I mean, luxury or luxury. Thank you for having such delicious food last night. But I'm just as good as an orphanage meal, so you don't have to bring it to us."

"" "It's the same rice as an orphanage, right? Yesterday and today?

"... will such a sumptuous dish be served every meal in the orphanage!

"Huh? Because there was more meat in the orphanage, it was more luxurious over there... I'm being annihilated! No, it's a growth spree over there, and when I grow up over here, I get in trouble, and I'm so tired of it. What is it? So there's a lot of quantitatively, but in proportion, that's a lot of money over there? I mean, they used to make smoothies a good kid with one cup at a time, but this one's totally dominated. Bad daughters were holding a massive all-you-can-drink in the drink bar at their complete discretion, right? Why is everyone whistling out of sight? And then everyone else Elgar's" prestigious "concerto was an assignment song with a whistle already in session and practiced? And you're not reflecting on that selection at all!

The okonomiyaki, which I was told was a normal exotic common dish, was delicious, incredibly delicious and when I asked if there was really a country where such an amazing dish could normally be eaten, I was flabbergasted to be told that this was even an inexpensive common taste. Common sense is going to break when I'm here, I'm going to forget the heart of pure poverty when such a treat tastes like an inexpensive common man. But if you ask about ingredients, they're all cheap and normal except eggs, and they have massive chicken farming on the border, and they get eggs much cheaper than elsewhere, and they also hand make overtasting condiments later on... What kind of delicious food is cheaper than the crude food in the church that is meant to be clean and poor?

And you gave me a lift to the consulate, and you were all headed to the labyrinth. It is likely to be rich, peaceful, beautiful and forgotten, to the labyrinth of demonic nesting, as the very normal year-to-year boys and girls who remain young naturally. This is the border. An endless land, the harshest for those who are encircled by an infinitely increasing forest of demons and eroded by an ever-increasing labyrinth, a land of nightmares where those who laughed together until just now are swallowed to hell at the end of the earth as a matter of course.

Beautiful, kind, kind and fun people, after playing and dining with the orphans in the morning, I wore steel armor and went out armed with my sword on my back. It was as if peaceful happiness had been a lie until just now, and yet its appearance was brave and majestic as that of a hero coming out of the hero Tan, even young boys and girls fighting demons to avoid lying about this peaceful happiness.

We continue to fight the Labyrinth with our lives for the happiness of this neighborhood, diving every day into the Labyrinth of the Outermost Demonic Realm, where even the armies of the Patriarchate say they will cause massive casualties, even if only by mistake for fear of destruction. They were sweet, fun and lovely people, fun girls and gentle boys who were not just rough objects of power or unschooled crude people, demonic territories where such people had to risk their lives every day to keep fighting and defending them.

"Uncle Borderline, why are those people so kind, and yet why are they put in such a harsh battle? How many of them would be happy if they were alive... but the most life-threatening way of life... why?

"We don't know that and we're all confused. If there's no reason why we have to protect the border, why the Gentiles, who have no ties or ties, live like just city people without pride, without prestige, without gratitude, without honor, without power, without wealth. They are bewildered by those boys and girls who go around cutting through the demonic forest on the periphery and killing the labyrinth without asking for anything, with the kind of power and wealth that they can get, whether it's the periphery or the kingdom. Everyone would be happy to give up and bring their hardware if they told them to pay for it, but if they didn't stand out, if they didn't like it and they didn't want anything else, they would go into the business, make money, go into the labyrinth, make money and live mediocre on their own..."

What can give only what has been gained without seeking consideration or praise or honor is in its own power… an act that remains the Old Scriptures.

People as if to embody the life God sought are called enemies of the Church, treated as great sinners whose lives are even targeted, and crusaded as divine enemies. To say that the wise king of the kingdom of Diorail, Dearcez Dee Diorail, embodies the way of life God has instructed him to live in ancient times (albeit) with the brunette black-eyed rebels who are resolutely refusing to punish and refuse to hand him over.

"I also hear that the Church is plotting to ensure that this failure did not detract from the eyes of the Christians in the execution of Yao. I have also heard that I have already certified myself as a great sinner to the Divine Enemy. There is no doubt that political pressure will be exerted on kingdoms and borders, and if we have the strength, we can stop this kind of foolishness, but we can only give you the information that the Patriarchate... we also hear that the Church is blurring its own failures and even plotting new troop movements just to protect its power."

"No matter what you plot, King Diersez won't admit it, neither will I. I'm not willing to admit what the church has to say, and there's no point in admitting it. What happens if, for example, the King or I obey the Church? Who says that the slaughter of the Labyrinth will inflict a fine divine punishment and doings in its great layers? If you wish to come to God immediately, you will not be able to inflict divine punishment, and if God has descended... which of us will be sorry for your safety? Is it in your mind to try which is stronger than the scourge of happiness on the periphery that kills even the Great Labyrinth, the myriad miracles of God transmitted to the Church's continent? That and this is the story of the Church since it came down to God, and if the Church is good enough to invoke God, don't bother complaining about the kingdom, but tell God about stupidity."

You're laughing, but this story seems to have touched on Uncle Borderline's scales. You're joking funny, but if you're going to say something in God's name, you're going to say that you have the determination to fight to become God's enemy, rather than to disrespect what you have in the dark to say about bringing God. It has been made clear to you that if you get your hands on the Yao people, you will fight against them, whether they are gods or not, and if you don't pull both, you will have your own dispute as a result. But we don't have the power to stop against either of them, and words don't change anything.

"The Church… can even lay hands on the ancient (if not forbidden) mysteries, foolishly forbidden and sealed by God, and can even bring up arms. There are even rumours that we are trying to get our hands on the contraindication of darkness and rumours of the Church... because people can't handle it, they may seal it and unleash disaster, and even reveal the darkness of their own history to the power of the ancient (if not the) mythological era. If we don't stop it, there could be a disaster, right?

"I am used to disaster, all those who live on the periphery can see and hear numerous disasters from birth to death and call themselves disaster experts, but if there is any worse disaster than a happy, spring-type vicious disaster that the people of that periphery assert with their mouths together," I don't know why, "I'd like to see before the periphery perishes."

Doom does not retreat, not even the people acknowledge it. I am so prepared to say that, naturally, it is not on the Church's side, so there is no way that I can ask the border, the kingdom to make concessions, and so on. I can't possibly make such a stubborn and shameless wish as I should. Still, if we do not stop the church rampage, there will be disaster, and it is the peoples of both countries who are not guilty of anything to suffer from it.

"Ah, it probably won't happen like you're worried. Things will be resolved in a much worse way, no matter how bad things are assumed, even assuming all kinds of damage, more severe damage will come and go with compression limited to the perpetrator. But I don't even know the faithful of the Church and the Church, that's what you should be worried about... if you protect the border and the kingdom, it will inevitably be the church that is seen as an assaulting country, why do you think that the boys who break through the labyrinth will not break through the church? If the Patriarchate had more power than the Labyrinth Killer, the Patriarchate would have had to step through the Labyrinth, with all the magic stones, all the armaments, and even faith, and given why he didn't do it, he wouldn't have turned it around to the enemy."

Already the Regular Apostolic Corps from the Patriarchate, instead of apologizing to King Diorail, has pleaded guilty and pressed high pressure conditions, beginning with the surrender of the Archbishop's personality, the apology and compensation of the Kingdom, the transfer of the Demon Stone rights on the periphery, the right to interfere with the royal family of the Church in the transfer of various interests… and the surrender of the personality of the brunette warrior and the brunette princesses. Torture and humiliation in the name of heretical interrogation, the humiliation and humiliation in which such outrages take place in the name of God... I can't match those people with such eyes! But the upper ecclesiastical hierarchy is about to lose its power by committing such a failure that it can no longer turn back. If we were to protect our power, we would die without any means, we would go crazy, and we would bring the world into chaos.

If I don't talk to you, if those who have been kind to you report the reality of the Church even if they are angry, cursed, beaten and kicked and hate you... it's so sad that people who have been so nice to you hate you, but I can't forgive them if they have something going on in crisis that they don't know anything about. We need to talk properly...... as church people, the danger of that church and the appearance of corrupt and corrupt truth.