Never Die Extra

The next morning, Evan woke up early today, but he couldn't find Maybelle in bed. I went downstairs and saw the back of Maybelle, who was preparing a friendly breakfast on her naked body.

"Mabel, get dressed. ”

“The reaction is so cold!"

After seeing Maebel's fascination, he turns around and exclaims, ignorant of Evan's dependence. Evan snorts.

“It's because you look so foolish.”

“But it's not bad, is it?”

“Not bad.”

Evan's honesty seemed to satisfy Maybell. After forcefully dressing her and coming off the apron, the two of them finished a simple meal.

“But why did you put so much groceries in your inventory pocket?”

“Just in case. You could be trapped in a dungeon with no accidental exit and wandering around for years. ”

“There can't be a dungeon like that."

It was in WWII 4. It was launched as LC, but people who liked the dungeon could just bury their bones there.

Even if I wanted to get into the dungeon randomly because it wasn't a place to go, I had to make sure I was prepared from the usual.

"It hasn't been a few years since we got there.”

“Inventory pockets are endless.

I was wondering..... ”

“I'm going to help the squirrel.”

But thanks to this, he was able to enjoy tea and cake even in a strange environment.

“So what about the spirits?”

“I think there was. Should I seriously think of a solution?"

“But if we take action, you'll realize that Miroel has them, right?”

“Really, Miss Balancajin. Do you want me to show you a gigantic show like this? ”

Evan, in a circus down opinion, turned to pinch her cheeks.

Then, when I saw Miroel coming out of the car and coming to the red crayfish face logs, I even thought I'd do what Maebel said.

“I mean, Zero, good morning. ”

“Yeah, good night? ”

"I can't even breathe…… Ah, good night. ”

What am I supposed to do with this curious Elf Girl, Evan? Miroel, who doesn't know his tricks, approaches and touches him like an untreated cat.

“What are you going to do today?”

“As I said yesterday, I intend to make sure that humans have the basic means to defend themselves.”

The Incision Orcs, which emitted a great force yesterday, are great at modern times, but they are only the Orcs. Even though they are weaker than them, they are wildlife, Nagoblins, and some insects.

“You should be able to catch the Orcs, even the Dwarves. We need to know that everyone will fight here.”

“That's the right idea. If there are people who want to handle the bows, I will help them teach them... ”

"No.”

Evan shakes his head as if he were saying what Miroel is saying.

“You should learn, too.”

“…… Yes? ”

“You too.”

Evan's words were lamentable to Emyroel. But Evan didn't intend to bite them.

I'll give you the usual makeshift premise.

There was a frustrating point to play, so the growth of Miro with his fraudulent talent is too slow for anyone to progress and balance the storyline!

When it proceeds smoothly, the final chapter will show you the power to help you seal up a few drinks, but in other words, you won't be able to do anything pointy until then.

Of course, the Yoma Festival is a thoroughly focused piece of work for the great cannabis magistrate, and El's growth in the final chapter has been impressive.

I was... but I couldn't help but notice that the talented character was growing slower than he was going to win!

“So are you.”

“I'm an elf. Zero, you'll be surprised to know how long I've been out there. ”

“Evidence that you trained in a way that wasn't very efficient.”

“Roast.”

Miroël, who sinks with an unclear voice in Evan's absence. Then, you've been trained for some time! And the power that he showed for two days was so great.

Without any training, I could have guessed that I would not have been able to endure the hardships that Miroelo could not have imagined.

“You're not going to leave everything to me, are you? You left NegaElves to experience it for yourself? ”

· That's right. ”

“To do that, you have to be strong. You have to run. ”

“I see..... I will be grateful if you give me your vision. ”

Vision? No, it didn't seem right to call it a vision.

“Then get up! Let's eat!"

I tried to gather them after breakfast, but they didn't have any food. There's no food, so Evan Ishiki can only move unconditionally. When I heard Bob, I woke up.

“God!”

“He is the god of our dwarves. Humans, let's face it. ”

"Ugh, dwarves...! ”

There was no big friction between us today.

It was different. It's about the same size. The heterosexuals who suppress each other, whether or not they take what we eat.

Having thought about fighting as soon as they encountered each other, Evan said it was absurd.

“If you fight, it's a daily fast. This is the first rule of our village. ”

“I see!”

The dwarves and the humans are against each other.

Evan felt like a teacher for his own reasons.

“Eat breakfast first, start training. Even if you study martial arts in the afternoon, you have to improve your physical performance with training in the morning. The second rule.”

“I see!”

Many Dwarves wanted to hammer their bodies while they were moving to fight.

But I couldn't resist giving you food.

“All right, then..... ”

Evan pulls out all kinds of weapons he has in his inventory pocket and puts them on the floor. The eyes of dwarves and humans are turned upside down.

“Hyuk, how many weapons! ”

“How can a dwarf be so good in quality?"

“From now on, touch the weapon one after the other and report it to the weaponry that feels intense. People who don't feel very good about weapons are coming to us separately.”

Evan recalls the first time he taught the New Yorkers a few laughs. The dwarf winegrowers frowned as they moved.

“Does it feel like a weapon?”

Miroel looks at it from the side and asks. Evan nods.

"When you touch your bow, you feel more comfortable and your senses are clearer, right?”

“That's all elves.”

“All elves are active.”

Miroel was shocked.

“Was it not the privilege of the Forest Nymph?”

“It's not easy for a human being as active as an elf to appear in the human race.”

“Then the humans have a weapon that can handle like an elf..?"

“As I just said, aptitude is great. All elves are very active, but usually human beings have a little bit of aptitude, but sometimes they end up with a method. ”

Of course, there is an exception. Sharay, the black-footed girl, had a high level of aptitude for Mado. Usually, some of those exceptions changed human history.

“Zero, how can you substitute such knowledge..? ”

“Well, I don't know. ”

His bitter and futile expression was naturally heard by Evan.

Rae begins to unfold. Wouldn't it be possible to create a royal bloodline comparable to the forest fairies who live in the Mother Forest?

Then he felt like he was going to the sea as much as a grain of rice.

“Did you choose how you feel?”

“Yes!”

Sometimes it's the same as the other half.

There was a lot to worry about, but it was meaningless. Even if there was a big note of aptitude, I could definitely find the weapon that suits me.

“But, Master, I have a question. ”

I whispered to Maybelle Ig.

“Why are you so simple to find?

You couldn't find yourself until you told me. "

“The dizzy ones can find a weapon that suits their needs with just some luck, but the ones who don't, honestly, don't know how to catch one. ”

There is no difference between picking the right weapon and comparing the feeling of having a lot of weapons with other weapons in real time. Even more so if they didn't know in the first place the dependence on aptitude itself.

By the end of World War II, the general public had been ignorant of their own aptitudes for the rest of their lives. Heroes who fought in the best of times had known their reliance on aptitude.

“So you're learning how to handle this weapon from now on?”

“No, that's not far. ”

Evan reaps everything after marking the weapons of their choice. Evan speaks decisively to those who make endless expressions.

“Weapons are found. If you want to deal with Dog, you must have minimum physical conditions. You will implement the Training Act from now on. ”

“All right, how to train? ”

“Yes. Many knights and kingdoms.... No. ”

In addition to the misconceptions of the Royal and Knights' Trials Act, the New People's Trials Act, which was established as the version of the general quotation in the second half of the year, I read a commentary on the Baroevan Trials Act.

I was trying to be honest with Evan. I kept my mouth shut. I began to feel irritated by the setting dew of memory loss.

“It's a training technique that I made myself. It's a training technique that makes my body stronger. ”

“Mana?”

“Oh, yeah. I'll let you know what Manara is later.”

What you don't even know about replacement manna.

How did he survive to this point? Evan became a little blind. It was Baromiroel Guasharei who came to him.

“God, what can I do? ”

“Ah, you. ”

Evan tried to take out the barographic tools needed for the first step in retraining Mado in silver. Evan gave them all to the modern trainees.

I frowned when I realized I was here.

“I have no choice but to choose my next move. ”

“The next move?”

“Yes.”

K'Theasil has made a lot of inventions since he met with Evan. Among them, if the air conditioner had been able to move things from Earth to the other half of his life, he would have received hints from all kinds of rides in Evan's Sharden.

There were other things.

Among them, Evan Imado was also impressed by the horsepower he showed.

“Demand is too much for beginners, but it might be for you.”

“This... broom? ”

Sharay takes a broom with a dark face. Bon Maebel looks at Evan. Evan ignored her.

“It's a maneuvering tool. I'll explain the thirteen details from now on. If you can handle the broom perfectly, then you don't have to worry about magic operations.”

Yes. Unlike the lamp-type horse-drawn tool, the more the control method of the thirteen patterns, the more effective the horsepower management skills are!

The disadvantage is that it's ignorant.

Not only are many manas consumed, but they can't be held by Sharay-like people.

“You look great."

"Don't emphasize it, I know. Mabel, help me train Nonshareiga in horsepower management."

“Jeongmaal.”

After completing Sharay's training, Miroel was waiting there.

Seeing that she was sending a broom line, she also wanted to have a broom.

“Zero, what do I do? ”

“I'll show you from now on. Miroel, can I borrow your bow for a second? Oh, just lend me eight arrows. ”

“Yes.”

Evan first inserts the Bilinear Arrow from Miroel into the ground floor. What kind of consciousness is that? Miroel laughs at his head.

Evan grabbed the silver bow with one hand, stretched his other hand to the floor, then grabbed his hand to the floor, pushed it out, and repeatedly swirled around the arrow. I felt like I was dancing when I saw it next to me.

"Unh!”

Eventually, Miroel bursts into laughter. After about three laps of rotation, he looks back at Miroel with a happy expression.

"You've seen it, haven't you? Repeat from now on."

“…… Yes? ”

"This is archery training."

"You're not going to get a bow.” “Yeah. ”

Evan was unusual and pleasant.

“For now, I know."