6.
(Oh, I see)
(Is that why you asked Tubolt to send a knight?)
There seem to be many powerful wizards in Palsimo. But when you go to a very deep hierarchy, there are occasional "Demon Wolves" whose magic doesn't work at all. That's why I trained the Magic Knight. But when you encounter a truly deep hierarchy, that is, a white (Demon Wolf) after a hundred hierarchies, you will be left in the hands of the Magic Knight.
This labyrinth has not been broken for more than sixty years. A further step forward, he said, dates back to before the founding of the kingdom of Zaka. You want to borrow a knight from another Marquis. But you want to tread.
The lowest level of the Palsimo Labyrinth is one hundred and fifty-first. However, in this labyrinth, the transfer below a hundred levels becomes random. We don't know where we're going from one hundred and one to one hundred and fifty. Sometimes you move from a hundred tiers and suddenly you reach one hundred and fifty tiers. Sometimes you can't reach a hundred and fifty hierarchies no matter how many transfers you make. Once you've broken through one hundred and fifty levels, a staircase will appear that leads to one hundred and fifty-first levels, but even a party that could afford a victory on a hundred levels will suddenly be wiped out in an instant if they are fought against one hundred and fifty levels of enemies.
In other words, you need to be prepared and ready to fight the Lord of the Labyrinth in one hundred and fifty-first tiers to challenge beyond. Few magical knights can win by encountering a white (Demon Wolf) in one hundred and fifty-first hierarchy. That's why I asked the Marquis Tubolt to borrow the Knight of the Labyrinth of the Sword. Naturally, when I dispatched him, I might also have thought of letting him have a powerful gracious sword.
"Auntie, take the cane"
"Lekan, you didn't do the appraisal earlier"
"The Ordus Wand."
"I'll see about that. What else does Grace have besides Magic Control?
"It's a magical addition."
"What. That's not a big win. This sells high."
"Really? The amount of extra is no big deal."
"Magic Power Added works on Attack Magic and Heal, and can be sold to Seekers and Temples."
"That's good. Make it an extra penny."
"Really. If that's what you're going to say, I'll take it. With your magic power, this wand can't be enough."
Lekan walked over to the white "Demon Wolf" corpse, poked near his heart with "Rusk's Sword," and pulled it right out.
"Move."
The demon stone flew out of the corpse of the Warcraft and flew through the universe, fitting into Lecan's left hand. Rekan wiped it with a cloth before putting the Demon Stone in (storage).
"Heh. Do it."
"I was taken care of for three days. This is the gratuity."
"I'm sorry. Look, wee. Let's split up. So, Lecan. What do we do from tomorrow? I can help you tomorrow, if you like."
"No, thanks to you guys, I have some idea what this labyrinth is all about. We are unprepared. I decide to go back out."
"Hmm. You think I'm unprepared? Hmm."
Giza and Wee and three other wizards had also been called to the Lords' residence that night, and had dinner with Lecan and Julius.
It is the supper of Sir Tor Siere, nephew of Lord Palsimo, inviting Lekan, the Marquis Marquis of Wazlov. A wonderful and good meal, good alcohol, and the topic was almost limited to things in the labyrinth.
The story of the labyrinth is what Lecan prefers. I was asked about my exploration in other labyrinths, so I talked about it in hindsight. I showed particular interest in the Tubolt Labyrinth, so I explained how it works after 100 tiers. However, we did not talk about the battle at the bottom being grace nullified. Even Lecan got information from the Zizzas on how the Palsimo Labyrinth works in depth.
Somehow, Wee's rating for Lecan is low. In the meantime, there's something strangely provocative about Lecan.
"Thirty-one levels in three days? Explorers like you can go deep, you can reach it in a day."
"Well, well."
"Well prudence is a good thing. Lord Lecan will also know the true appearance of the Palsimo Labyrinth if he sees eighty-one levels. If we get there, we'll talk."
"How many levels are you reaching?
"I am reaching deep"
Deep layers are called from one hundred and one levels. Wee was a deep team.
(If you have as many arms as this one)
(You know how strong I am.)
Maybe if it's a battle between swords and swords, Wee is pretty inferior to Lecan.
It's hard to predict the outcome if it's magic vs. magic, but at the very least, Lecan is far above it in magic power. If it is a long battle in the labyrinth, Lecan will show more power. Why does Wee say things like looking down at Lekan all the time?
"Those who know about the day the Palsimo Labyrinth was broken may now be few"
Said Ziza, pompous.
"It was about sixty years ago."
Sixty-two years ago.
"Lord Lecan. Old Giza's grandmother is one of the heroes who broke through the Palsimo Labyrinth."
Thor supplements.
"Wow. Couldn't my aunt go to the bottom?"
"I have treaded three hundred and fifty levels."
"What?"
"Twice out of three, then, we can fight the Lord of the one hundred and fifty tiers because our people lost in the hole of the one hundred and fifty tiers. For the rest of the time, the stairs to the one hundred and fifty-first level appeared after defeating the Lord of the one hundred and fifty levels, but they were doing their best to move on down there."
I'm sorry to hear that.
"I should go. Shit. Alone. That way I could see the hundred and fifty-first hierarchy with this eye before I died."
Silence went down.
"Lecan. I don't know if you think I'm stupid for thinking about this."
"I don't know. I don't want to hurt anything that someone else cares about."
"Heh, heh, heh. You're a funny guy."
"But if I were you, I wouldn't be happy to see it."
"If you don't want to, I will."
"If I were you, I wouldn't fight someone I can't win. Retreat. Even if you blur and retreat, you might be able to step on it one day if you're alive."
"You can't do that if you're so old."
"Lie."
"Hmm?"
"You must not have given up on this labyrinth step."
"What makes you think that?"
"Your war will is still high. There is no alarm in your signs. Your magic is still sharpened. Your fangs aren't broken yet."
Ziza glanced at Lecan.
An old woman like a little dead tree looked like a mighty monster at that moment.
At the next moment, Giza started laughing with a smile on her face.
"Heh, heh. Heh, heh."
A long time later, Giza laughed.