Manowa

"No, no, no, no, no."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The screaming of the girl overlaps the screaming of the wind.

"Yahhhhhhhhhhh"

"Whoa, wait a minute. Don't point the blade at me. I'm coming over here. Oh."

"Ahhhhhhh"

"Calm down, Bowflower, me, the wind."

"Uh-oh, oh, oh, oh?

The girl, wielding a dagger hysterically, finally looked directly at the wind noise that kept her voice on her face, which she knew as she stepped back, not accumulating when she was stabbed.

"Is that it... right?

"Yeah, yeah, me. So put it down, huh?

The teary-eyed girl called Bowflower doesn't understand the situation in front of her,

"Huh? Huh?

And, tilt your neck to see the wind sound.

"Why are you here?

"That's my dialogue."

The wind howls down his chest on the bowflower that finally lowered his dagger.

I thought the goblins were back.

"If you've been ambushing me, that's the right thing to look at. It's not safe."

"Already," the bowflower also grins when the wind sounds laughing as he spits evil.

Both seemed slightly nervous when I met the familiar face. The slightly calm wind sound thus sees the bowflower figure.

"Shielded to a dagger in leather armor? You've been gearing up normally."

"Is that what you... came here to kill yourself?

The bowflower sees the wind sound again and asks back somewhat stunning.

"No."

Half pants on tank top. Bowflowers thought that might be like climbing a snow mountain with a cloak of pants.

"Tied up play or something"

"I can't be that M"

I know what you're trying to say... and I think the wind sounds but I don't say it. Barbarian play doesn't suit sex.

"You just woke up at the entrance to this ruin, didn't you, me?"

In that word, the bowflower says, "Huh?" and a shuddered voice returned.

(I wonder if the high number of goblins outside was caused by bowflowers)

The wind noise is slightly refreshed for reasons of discrepancy with the specifications of the game.

"Uh, wait a minute. Does that mean you just came over here?

Bowflower asks a question, bewildered by the words of the wind noise.

"I am, though. Looks like you're different."

On the dagger, on the leather armor, on the small shield about the lid of the pot, and from the backpack carried on his back, the grass sticks out what appears to be a herb. Whatever you think, I just think I've gotten this far with all my gear properly.

"I've been over here another week, and, uh, what do you mean, that?

Come on? And the wind sound tilts his neck.

"Well, if you're dreaming, maybe that's what happens."

Bowflowers gaze of mercy at the wind sound of his mouth.

"What?"

"There was a time when I thought so too."

The wind groans at the words returned straight. If this is a dream, the words of a bow and flower may themselves be bullshit in the dream.

(Whatever, I guess I'll just have to do this in my dreams and in my reality.)

The wind sounds that I thought so changed my mind and moved my thoughts to their original purpose.

"Well no. Anyway, the details later. We have to figure out how to get out of here before the door opens."

"Can you get away with it?

Now the bowflower rounded my eyes.

"Yeah. Didn't Bowflower come in with that intent, too?

"Well, I was gonna hit and get away in front of the door and wipe it all out."

"... oh"

This guy, he's a brain musician... and the wind chirped in his heart.

Instead of dispersing goblins and destroying each one as instructed by the Alliance in a tutorial quest, I call the disdain of a player who uses the ruins to advance with a gorilla push such as wiping out all the goblins, but the wind noise was also not as airy a readable person as I dared to put it in my mouth to the girl in front of me right now.

"But when I saw the real thing, I got scared. I was wondering if I could get out of here."

"I see. Well, that's what happened earlier."

I don't really think I can beat Goblin with that.

"Mmm."

The wind sounds start walking behind the ruins laughing at the bowflower's groaning voice.

(First of all...)

Inside is where the goblins live. Continue down the aisle as you remember and reach the desired room.

"Is the door... unlocked?"

"Hey, what the hell is this place?

A bow flower follows me from behind asks.

"What? Don't you know?

"I've never been in a game like this before."

Yeah, I'm convinced the wind sounds like that.

Signa Ruins Quest is complete if you pick up the floating stone at the entrance. After battling the boss goblins, his health will be close to the bottom, and naturally few players can afford to attack the ruins at once as they are. It's one of those dungeons that is often forgotten because there's almost no business coming back to this ruin, which is far from the city.

"I guess this is like a goblin's kitchen"

Opening the door smells like tung and rotten meat.

"Ugh."

The bowflower flashes his face.

"Wait a minute."

When the wind sounds are in the room after putting the bow flower down, it boils up again from the stomach in an obvious tragedy.

(Not now, is it?)

But this time, with proper will, he holds the nausea and advances his feet to the back of the room with no eyes or eyes on the original object of the smell around him.

"Okay, there it is!

And the wind that found the object ran out of the room without a scratch when it was taken.

"Buha."

The air outside the humid cage is also more decent than hell in the room though.

"Hey, wind noise. Don't come out of nowhere."

Bowflowers, surprised by too much momentum, raise their voices of protest.

"You can't help it. I was wondering if I could ever be in a splatter house like that."

The sound of the wind breathes out as he exhales evil.

"Is it that bad?"... ignore the bowflower asking (it wasn't something you could very much mouth inside) and roll the loot in your hand onto the floor.

"Spear on the sword?

A relatively new iron spear, two other black and round balls, is placed on the dirty long sword.

"The bowflower... can I use this one?

"Yeah?"

The wind sounds lift the spear and hand it to the bowflower.

"Wow, heavy"

Bowflowers lift up their prey much more firmly than their own dagger.

"You can have it right for that."

'Cause the initial status assignment was all about power.'

I knew it was a brain muscle... and the wind chirped in my heart.

"Well, use it if you can. Even if an amateur uses it, it's probably more spear than sword."

"I can't swing in such a narrow place, though."

"I don't swing. Poke it."

Yes, I instruct the wind.

"Okay, I get it."

Shh shh bow flowers act to protrude the spear.

(I see. I can certainly hold it properly)

The equipment itself is not impossible even if it lacks status. He thought that even if he lacked the ability, he would be able to use it quite a bit for combat if he just punched it in a straight line, but he was worried.

"So, you're gonna lay down your weapons and make this fight go away?

bowflower asks, including the possibility. Geared up somewhat, but I am keen to repel against the fight itself.

"Ainya. I wonder if that's a last resort."

But the sound of the wind denies the idea, and he moves further back as he invites the bowflower to come this way by hand.

"If Bowflower also played the game, you heard that this ruin was used to produce floating stones, right?

As the wind walks, ask the bowflower that comes about behind you.

"Yeah, about that. The power of a dragon ship at the end of the game."

The wind murmurs in response to the bowflower.

"Now I'm losing the ability to make it, but it's not like I can't use it at all."

"Can you get away on a floating stone?

The wind shook his neck to the side.

"Incorrect. It's a shame."

"What do you mean?

"That's..."

Proceed to the deepest end of the aisle. The wind sounds, hands on the door.

"All right, you're on the game"

"What are we doing here?

Unlike the aisle when inside, bowflowers notice that there is fresh air flowing. The reason for this was the ceiling that was blown out.

"Blue sky."

A bow flower that mouths strangely happily.

"Well."

Ignoring the bow flower looking up, the wind sound opens the window with a mouthful of "command open".

"What are you doing?

"Bow flowers, do you know why floating stones float?

"Well, it's because you're turning passive by recording the magic of an otherwise active fly into a magic stone."

The technique of fly, which needs to be exercised and witchcraft continued, is normalized by enclosing it in the Magic Stone. That was called a floating stone.

"Your answer. I mean, this ruin can make you wear fly magic. It's a magic stone. It's for people."

Wind sounds open their status window and allocate initial bonus points.

"Fly's magic is called intermediate magic, but if it's activated for a short period of time, it can be activated with a full initial value of intelligence."

Shake point 10 on intelligence 8.

(That?)

You have 11 bonus points.

(That's one more than the initial bonus. Why?)

Looking at other stats with that in mind, the level is up to 9.

(Is it because the level has increased? Then I wonder if they're supposed to have knocked that entrance guy down)

As hastily as earlier, I may not have noticed the display of leveling… etc., but I was also anxious to add one point to the magic and press the OK button for bonus point sorting.

"Fly Mastery"

At the same time a window of spelling mastery opens.

Skills are automatically acquired within the Automatic Skills Acquisition area if the conditions are met.

"What do you say?"

"Yeah, it worked."

Reminds me that I didn't specify a party when I return that to the bowflower voice from behind me, and sends a party application. The bow and flower that notices it does the trick of opening the window.

"Uh, yes, yes. Admittedly."

Two statuses are displayed. One is from the wind sound and the other is labeled Standing Wood Bow Flower.

"Now we can get out of here."

"Even so, because magic is critical. Be careful not to fall off a failed landing."

Copy that.

When I heard the bowflower reply, the wind noise nodded,

"Spell Fry. to the whole party."

Launch the voice command.

"Wow."

"This is..."

And they went straight up into the sky.