Manowa

Gara looked at the mad ghost in front of her, and at her left arm, to understand the meaning of the word 'jealousy' of the wind sounds. Gara's arms nowadays are close to those of a crusading madman because of the color of her skin, but she is a weak thin arm in comparison. Of course, it's huge as a human being, but when I saw the mad ghost arm with the wind sound like a tree, I heard the crying voice from my left arm and Gara understood it clearly.

"I... didn't seem like I could use it"

Anna leans her neck towards Gara, who groans as she nods. The wind opened its mouth there.

"Mr. Gara's weapon is Halvard. I don't beat him up with a corner armor, and he's used to defend himself. He was stressed out that he couldn't defeat his enemies and was just being disparaged as a protective device."

That was a completely different way to be treated than The Mad Ghost's Armor Shoes, where the wind noise kept kicking and killing demons. Or as the same corner, he may have felt some difference in treatment from the other corner.

"Certainly there were times when I felt strange irritation when I was in the armor. So this is about payback?

To Gara's words the wind sounded shook her neck to the side.

"No, a completely different issue. The high concentration of magic vegetables gave the mad ghost some freedom in the armor. He tried to be strong enough to defeat his enemies."

When the wind said so and saw the mad ghost, the mad ghost nodded. So it seems to fit. The wind sound returns his gaze to Gara again.

"The problem is that Mr. Gara's body hasn't been able to stand the change, has it? Seeing my crazy ghost is still causing me pain because my left arm is in a hurry to grow up."

"... you mean that"

Gara looks at her left arm. That terrible pain is a growth pain, so to speak. But the question was whether Gara could stand the pain.

"Guga."

A mad ghost stood in front of Gara, who was listening and thinking about the wind noise.

"Crazy ghost?

Before the wind sounds and the rest of his companions were paying attention to the motion. When the mad ghost took the usual black, blurry, fangled stick out of his right arm, he focused his efforts on the stick to produce branches, turning it into another stick and poking it to the ground.

"Is this guy...?

Gara looks up and sees the stick. Gara feels her left arm pulsing abnormally. He complains that the stick is something special. And a mad ghost barked at the wind.

"Oh. Um, I see."

"What? What's he talking about?

The wind sounded slightly conceived to Gara's inquiry, then opened his mouth.

"There are two options for Mr. Gara to help."

The wind sounds twisted his fingers and tells Gara.

"One is to let that arm absorb into my armor. Then the mad ghost in my arm merges with my mad ghost. Then Mr. Gara's arm will be gone, but he won't die."

Gara roars at the words. As a warrior, a ship's arm equals death. Unless you're a battle junkie like Jinlai who's 'struggling' with life's goals, you'll have to think about the retirement of an adventurer.

"Is it impossible to cure it with regenerative magic?

Anna asks the wind, but the wind shakes her neck to the side.

"The astral body is already fused, so if it's absorbed by the mad ghost, you'll hold it with him. So unfortunately, I can't do that."

Regenerative magic is the art of undoing a flesh that is missing from the information on the astral body. Gara's arm is also impossible to regenerate so that Jinlai's arm cannot be eaten by the devil and regenerated.

"The other thing is to take that stick in your hand. I'm telling you, by sharing my crazy ghost factor, I'm going to pull off one step of growth, stabilize it and make it stronger."

"What do you mean?

I can be strong. As a warrior, I'm attracted to words. But Gara thinks there should be more risk than first showing her the choice to lose her arm.

"They already have a demon core in their arms, so they can make it complete and stabilize it, right?

"Core?

Gara looks at her own left arm. I did feel something hot in my arm if I sharpened my senses. And Gara closed her eyes.

"... Gara"

Anna looks at Gara worried. My companions around me also look out for Gara with care. But Gara opened her eyes just after she closed them.

Gara wasn't bothered. I was just getting ready.

"Gara."

Anna called Gara again, but Gara silently took the stick in front of her.

"Ugh, ku..."

When Gara takes the stick, the black stick with its fangs moves, sticking its roots out of its gripped palm and eroding into Gara's left arm to dye it black. What's more, Gara's arm grew big around Bokong, his fangs poked up just like a stick from his shoulder, and the horns that grew on Gara's forehead were stained black and stretched out.

And Gara's eyes are opened.

"Uh, what do you say?

Ask in the face where the wind sounds nervous while anticipating that the change has been completed.

"Oh, yeah, I'm pretty tame. Unlike before... I feel like my own arm"

In Gara's words, there was a grin on Anna, Mellow, and Zillow's face. Gao was long live.

"Are you sure you're okay?

"Oh, I'm doing a lot better. I've been using this stick for years, and I'm much more familiar with it than Halvard."

"It looks like that stick has a mix of crazy ghost black rock dragon and dragon eater factors. Crazy ghosts say the fusion power of dragon eaters must be lifting affinity with the body." If you refine it, you'll be a good orga, too. "

"No, give me a break about that...... seriously"

Gara laughs bitterly, but that's another joke I'm sorry to hear.

"In fact, you're talking about a ghost halfway house right now. The horns have become splendid, and does this mean Gara is a demon already?

To Anna's words to worry about, the wind sounds like, "For once, human?" and returned it in a questionable system.

"I still have a heart as a human being. It's just that if you destroy the core on your shoulder, your left arm dies, and if you destroy your heart, it demonizes."

"I see."

Today Gara was a mixture of humans and demons, a type of chimeric species.

"Crazy ghosts say if you want to be a good org, you should just smash your heart"

"No, I won't crush you. I'm not kidding."

When Gara said so and grabbed the stick, it turned into a Halvard made of black trees and fangs.

"Heh, this guy's already a part of me, and now he's gonna be fighting with the crazy ghosts in me, too."

Gara, whose face is obviously more amazing than before, laughs with a nibble. There were fangs coming out of that mouth, and that face seemed to be close to a mad ghost.

(Hmm, I feel like I'm getting mixed up)

The wind sounds like crazy ghosts. He couldn't bear to see his incarnation teasing and hard working pathetic in human arms, and today's mad ghosts were oddly aggressive.

Whatever it is, it is a setback for Gara's arm. Gara is also waving a boom at 'Halvard the Black Dragon Eater', shaped by her own will.

It is a great difference from Gara, who endured earlier suffering. The wind sounds open his mouth when he sees how it is.

"Well, can we get to the point of today's gathering?

The wind opened its mouth.

"Whoa, I haven't really felt refreshed in months. I'll help you with everything."

"I'll do my best."

To Gara's words, Gao gave a good thumbs up and a voice. It does seem to be returning subtly. And what is the point of the wind noise...

"Well, I know you do, but if you do notice our reputation, it's getting worse. You're kind of in a state where people say things you don't remember."

"It is. There's been some weird rumors about me, and I'm scared. It's like they're freaking me out about something I don't remember at all."

The wind sounded and the bow flowers shouted "hey," but Louise, who was behind me (you remember her), had a scratch in her heart. but I didn't dare put it in my mouth. Louise was an adult.

"I know, Kazane. I get so praised for hearing stories I don't remember either. I could've done something with my head."

The story of Jiro-kun being told is based on the story of the creation of the wind sound, but the wind sound was "I know how you feel," he nodded. The skin on that surface is very thick. He seemed to feel the sympathy of victim consciousness. The wind sounds don't deserve that.

"Uh, so I'd like to ask, for your information, is it a one-off on current measures or something?

"Uh, I'm having Gao promote the good of a bunch of whites"

That's what the wind said, and Jinlai nodded. Gao had been reborn as a white group of propaganda speakers due to the achievements of the two education. It is an action that also led to the knowledge that a group of whites are good at brainwashing.

"Mr. Jill's working with us, isn't he?"

The tatsuo above Yucconeer's head snarled and answered.

"What's Jill, that outerwear?

Anna asks. The thing about Gigir, the boss of the outer family Borneo, is famous to those in this city. Anna and the other members of "Brave" were naturally people who knew.

"Oh, you're that little guy"

Gao was shivering about whether the memory of a family woman putting her hand in and burning her had returned.

"Yeah. He said he'd help us."

The wind nodded. He even gave me a present at the door. When I heard that, Mellow opened his mouth as he contemplated it.

"Well, not without that choice, but it could be counterproductive among adventurers."

"I thought about that, too. However, with the help of our parents, we had a good relationship with our neighbors."

That's how Louise returned it to Mellow's words. Essentially, outerwear was rooted in the city, so he was good at interacting with residents like that. He also thought that as long as the wind sounds actually kicked in to talk, we could fill the ditch ourselves later.

"Adventurers are pretty much, well, I'm not acquiesced that some of them are in and out of the outdoors because of the bad gala. There are parts of the table that work together that are not in good shape, and the adventurers and outerwear of the basic runners don't really match the water, so they don't look like good winds."

"In other words, the problem among adventurers is that good and evil conflicts are in place."

To the words of the wind, everyone saw Zillow.

"What, me?

Hero Zillow. Brave Zillow. Legendary man Zillow. Zillow, the demon king killer (scheduled).

The biggest reason why the wind sounds were not accepted in this city compared to other cities was sole.

Yes, he concluded that the role was established as a bad guy (villain) against justice (hero), but therefore they had never been accepted before.

... and they were turning away from their bad reputation, which was the main cause.