Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 112, after noon, in front of Cathedral of the Church State.

Holy shit, ruthless, I haven't been the sister of a family of tail girls in a long time! I wasn't an old man, but I was a silent high school boy with a blocked mouth when I thought I'd tell him about the reconnaissance road.

It would not be polite or etiquette to be silent in a diplomatic setting at all, and my fluent diplomatic etiquette, praised by the chairmen of the Commission up to the cloudiness of flooding and drowning river children on the standing boards, could not have been shown if they had not allowed me to speak? Well, the Tail Gone Daughters family knows shabu-shabu, so they'll be serving pot by now.

Well, I went back to my old man's house and asked his wife to write to me, and I called for lunch and I was ready. I'll go out and say thank you tonight because I'll cook dinner.

The cathedral - this is the root of all the tangled causes, the distortions of the distorted history of different worlds. I get a letter from my frantic old man's wife, telling him I'm here to deliver his beloved wife's lunch box into a giant domed building. I feel safe because of the old man, no matter what this is, yeah, yeah.

Inside, the majestic, clean, glowing prayer hall is brilliantly illuminated by the bright white walls and columns inserted through the skylight, and the elegant, clean and majestic construction is designed to remind the heavenly realm. Finally, it's brainwashing, image manipulation, pettenist squid. Because it is designed to be just a psychological trick and unconsciously intimidating, thus a vast, high and bright majestic sight conceived to become more subordinate and manipulative under deep psychology when worshipped. If spoken on this central stage, it is in itself a psychological manipulation, an unconscious imposition.

"You're gonna be careful not to leave here, aren't you? Absolutely like dancing on your daughter's side, maybe because your abilities, your stats, your effects, your skills are limited, it's the most important issue at heart that you don't rub it with care? You can't rub it if I can rub it, because you can't rub it, right? And you don't have to block your mouth, because when you block your mouth, you can't demonstrate my fluent negotiating skills, and then you stop to breathe, and you stop to heart beat, right?

"" Yes, it won't be a foot clump, it will definitely help! And I won't rub it!

I went out of my way to deliver your letter to the Royal Palace further back in the Royal Castle, and I couldn't even tell you it was the first time that the hidden treasure of the Great Labyrinth, "Automatically Untrapping Traps," was brilliant and brilliant. Sounds like it was a scattered tragedy?

Well, it became a test run and practice for the new shoulder (funnel), and it was flight control training when Mr. Magic Yarn's wired shoulder (funnel) pushed the state anomaly "confusion" and "paralysis" while spreading out. In addition to the original automatic control only in an emergency, the automatic flight function is convenient, and the automatic pattern is being studied and altered by Mr. Wisdom. It's a useful function because it's just a shield there.

Today, only the Cathedral's reconnaissance "Cancer" is needed. It is important to see it in my own Luo Jin Eye "Meh", which investigated the interval. It seems that what you're wearing is worship clothing, but the mysterious theory that hooded loose A-line pieces slowly reflect the body's shadow, Silhouette, is more erotic than invisible, is now being practiced here! Good, scout! I'm wearing it too, but I'm sure there's no demand for boys in high school wearing davodavo cloth!

The average person has to go to this prayer hall to be discreet, but on the contrary, this outfit makes it difficult to get in the back. Where you might be able to get dressed...... dressing room? Uh, is that the penance room? It won't taste good to change into priestly clothes while you confess, and even though you're being watched, you're not going to let the women change. I want to see it! Not to mention the fact that he's an innocent high school boy who has nothing to repent about or regret. He can't think of anything to repent about, Zangi can do?

I can't get dressed, so I look around the chapel, and I pray to God, "Greetings" or something? Grandpa Ning Lo, you are here to send innocent, mild, high school boys to such a barbaric world! But you don't have to come, you don't want to see it, you don't want to talk to me, you can't trade "change" for a goddess? Is there a nomination fee or something, Goddess looks expensive!?

Is there something on the wall that makes the cathedral invisible from the outside and invisible from the inside? Even the spatial grasp can't grasp the isolated and closed place, the grasp magic can't be far, and the heavy pressure stone walls without lacquered gaps can't be done by Mr. Magic Thread. This prevents me from making a map other than a chapel compartment (area).

So where suspicious, I send Mr. Demon Thread from one end, if it's smeared and closed, but the door, I can sneak in a thinner thread of magic than my hair. It just doesn't stretch much, and exploring floors and walls isn't fun!

I somehow understand the shape of the room and what it has, but the feeling of being transmitted "feedback" is a waste of magic yarn's ability without any pleasure. I'm not having fun today when I say I enjoyed the feeling so nice last night. I don't care that there are no porn sisters at all, even though the church is filled with magic threads, stone walls, floors, monks, old ladies, or nuns. Sister, it would be even better if you were a beautiful porn sister with no clothes on, wouldn't you?

"Your elderly Mr. Sister in the name of Sister there? Hey, I'm looking for an old man for this letter, and I'm busy with my beloved wife's lunch delivery requirements, and I'd like to either deliver it to this old man or burn the old man. Which way are you going, this old man or something? Something crazy, filthy, bloody old man? Your wife's a much younger, horny old man? Shall we bake, every cathedral?

"Er, well, you're Master Gasharks, the head of the Teaching Knights. That's your mouth, but you're a fine man, why don't we do people and call you?

There's no business being called in and that old man is a frenzied old man who cuts right off, generally lunch is a scout on the pretext, so it makes no sense not to go. Yeah, you don't have a right to an old man to have meaning, significance, reason for existence, survival value, or breathe, do you?

"Uh, the old man asked me to come see the Knights somehow, didn't he? Come check it out, they're shaking it out, right? Ah, how about - (stick)"

"Then I'll show you, but my beloved wife's lunch box is as friendly as ever."

Unfortunately, they circle the outer edge without heading to the center, I can't even see the stairs up or down. I will deliberately map out the complex arrangement that isolated each of the compartments "blocks"... There was, the dimensions of the walls here are strange. There's got to be a hidden passage inside, stretch the magic thread as long as you can and explore it.

"This is going to be the Knights of Instruction stuffing, I think you'll be in the exercise area outside. Do you hear screams?

"Thank you, a thank you lunch recommendation? It's delicious because it's cookies, but even if you're fat, you're not allowed to preach complaints to me, because nobody protects you, but with precautions, I'm not bad with disclaimers, right? Bye-bye, then? Like?"

"Well, thank you. We'll all have it."

It's an old-fashioned instructional method that seems to train with screaming and dirty anger and cursing but is far from scientific training (training). Still doesn't seem to lead to the latest scientific instruction (Hartman System) in different worlds, rather than training, old man?

"Pity, pity, you guys! You think you can't win, give up. Is there something ahead, or are you not willing to try because you can't win!

"I'm tired, there's a common sense public who can't win, but do you want to try and see? I don't care if you give up or not. It's a bummer, though? Yeah, the world (Mei Cucumber) is brutally harsh, miserable, harsh, and awful, and the world" Mei Cucumber "is intelligent, destructive, and ready for me at all times?

"You! Shit, don't come, don't ever come. So I pushed you! Sorry about that one more time, I said business, seriously, give me a break! When you learn about the world, you can train them, or is that really the common sense world?

The soldiers are dancing with a flicker, watching your daughters and your beasts and your daughters and sisters? Do you want to train, brave? Yeah, do it for me? No need, you're just an old man?

"No, don't come. I told you not to come, so I thought you were swinging? Are you here? Heppei? Like? Uh, plug in."

"Shake it! Don't you dare talk to me... God, you're the enemy? What are you thinking about coming to the Cathedral when you're reckless?

Soldiers clashing against the dance scatter blow wall. Yeah, the tone-back whirlwind leg is a new axis, but weren't those two conflicting philosophies? Uh, combine and take a good place? So I taught my beasts and daughters how to kick behind their backs, and you can tell me later, right?

A beloved wife's lunch box is a disguise, the truth is a boy's high school student's hand "Shizuku" making a border specialty mushroom lunch box "Ta-da and eat, like?" I distribute it and feed it, and when my HP recovers, I get bumpy again. I'm sure there was a build-up of depression in the plain covert operation of the reconnaissance mission, busting more than usual with energy. Yeah, I was just in Royal Castle playing with 24 series of "Shoulder Shield Swords of the Guardian (Aegis)" splits, and I didn't have enough three co-opponents, did I? It's good to have a lot of soldiers. At about this old man's age, the back fist passes, but the magic attenuates the effect and the qigong is tolerated to some extent. Conversely, if you're a soldier here, you seem to have a moderately high LV and make it fly unmitigated and affordable. Sounds like fun, huh? Let's join in a little bit. The educational enthusiasm in me, Hartman, whispers!

"Put" SIR "on the beginning and the end, you worms." Huh? It doesn't make sense! What's in O, like!

"" "" SIR! YES, Sir!! "" "

Mm-hmm. Sounds good inside. I'm sure Mr. Hartman will be delighted in the other world (you know) when he trains at the Cancer Shop (Warmonger) where he goes to get beaten up, beaten up, beaten up and blown away with half a laugh. Mostly when I get bogged down by the labyrinth royalty, I lose what I fear, or my fear breaks. It's okay to be timid, it's better to be timid but it sucks to be drunk by fear.

"The Knights of Instruction of the Knights... The Knights of Instruction of the Knights are spilled and their personality is destroyed! You're training... the LV is up! Just why are you laughing so happily and cutting it off? Bye. Ah!

"Even the old man was so smiling and rambling yesterday, wasn't he? Is an old man happy to be slashed by a passing priest a good thing to be in church? He's a troubled old man on the knights' side even though it's a case, he's buried a good old man who's not in trouble. You want to bury it?

I understand the design of the Teaching Knights' section "Area" on the front right hand 1f, the left hand seems to have a separate barracks and a squad field outside in the Church Knights' section "Area". The center and back are mysterious, I don't know from 2F up or down there, you're short on information to control it, right?

You're going in the middle of the night, or, yeah, it sounds like a reconnaissance spy! In that case, is your dancing daughter still a full body tight, or is she a leotard? A reconnaissance plan is troubling. If you say so, you also had a full zip leather snail (leather suit)! Make a statement, minisca ninja! Scouting is troubling!?