Old...... I dreamed of a previous life.
I don't even remember when it happened, it's a dream.
As always, I was in my room.
In the futon, I lay down with my knees in my arms.
The feeling of agitation burns my chest.
Hard. Hard. Scary. Scary. Hard.
I was scared even though I wasn't supposed to be free for food and clothing.
What were you afraid of then?
... That's probably what my whole life will be wasted on.
It's about living and dying as luggage.
I couldn't wait to live a lifetime that didn't mean anything, just to be born and die eating what I could be given.
I wanted to do something.
But I was afraid to do something.
I wanted to think that I could do something.
But I couldn't actually do anything.
Beyond the monitor, every time I saw the story of one of the people working in society, I couldn't help but envy him.
Those people are doing something for someone.
It helps someone, it cuts the place open on its own, not as luggage.
... Someone needs it.
It's like a sparkling gem shining across a show window.
Reaching out is unreachable, like the glow of a starry sky full of heaven.
Crazy, I envy you enough to hang up, I admired you.
I want to help someone myself.
I want to sweat and work among people who need me.
Admittedly. Deliver results. Help me.
I'm tired until I'm in a heap, and I spill a bit of stupidity.
Earn money that no one will expose you to hind fingers.
Save up, or on an occasional holiday, waste a little distraction.
- That way, I'm sure I can put my chest up.
I can't believe I'm worthless.
I can't believe it's your luggage.
You don't have to think it's a waste of your life.
But such an ideal is ideal... and reality is not.
I'm packing and I'm wasting my life. [M]
In my heart, I recognized myself that way more than anyone else.
That voice tore my chest apart.
You have no choice, this is one way of life, or you manage to justify yourself.
I tried not to think about it, but I became unnecessarily aware.
Sometimes I think about it now, but in the end, I don't have the courage to take steps.
In the end, I just look at that warm, beautiful, glittery thing.
He nodded at his chest, groaned in the futon, and seeped in tears.
How did this happen to me? [M]
Why am I not there? [M]
I want to do something for someone, too.
How long will these days just live?
I don't like it.
Kill me already.
Even so, of course, there's no one to kill me.
I don't have the courage to die aggressively either.
Oh.
Oh.
Someone………
Somebody help me, please.
Please put your chest up and make yourself proud of your raw.
The feeling of agitation burns my chest.
Hard. Hard. Scary. Scary. Hard.
Guru, thoughts went around the same place many times, eventually interrupted, disappeared.
- Such an old, dream.
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I woke up much more.
Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw)) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw) Straw (straw)
When I looked around, I was in a haystack that smelled good. The walls, by the way, are a bouncing, coarse dirt wall of straw.
The thin light of dawn is plugged in from the gap between the plates.
... I'm Will. William G. Maribrad.
He lifted his hand and squealed only in his mouth as he looked at his palms, saying that he was a priest of Gracefield, the god of lightning, who inherited the name of his parents and grandfather.
Occasionally, when I dream of a previous life, my mind is often pulled into a previous life and my body's senses are distracted.
I know exactly how reasonable it is for memories in previous lives to disappear normally.
This is it in one. If I had two or three memories of another previous life, I wouldn't be able to live a decent life no matter what I think.
To maintain balance between body and mind, check the current situation one by one, in mind and adjust the physical and mental balance (adjust).
This is a hunter, a grasshopper in Meneldor.
A small one-time house with a dirt painted wall on the roof of a straw.
His house was halfway out of the village in the woods in relation to various treatments of the captive prey, and he had escaped the scourge of Kimyra.
So, for the past month, I've been living in his house.
I said it was good in the tent, but when the boulders couldn't let the benefactor go wild, the villagers pushed him away.
"…… Menel, it's morning."
Tell him so, when he gets out of the haystack, put on his socks, put on his shoes and tie his shoelaces.
In a grasshopper with only one room, the floor is untouched. It's all earthly.
"Hmm......"
Menel is still in the haystack and says Munya with her sleeping eyes.
He's apparently weak in the morning.
Let me still put you to sleep.
Looking around, the knife, the hand axe, the cage, the pot, the chair, the long cabinet (chest), are organized and placed.
When I took the barrel and threw fresh firewood into the fire, I opened the door and left the grasshopper.
Cold winter air wraps around you like you're tight.
Still before sunrise, the area is dim. The eastern sky is slightly purple.
The villagers, too, are like before they wake up.
Head to the village fountain with one hand the barrel.
It's still dark time, just being first on your own makes me feel a little fun without meaning.
He drew water, washed his face, rinsed his mouth, and then wiped his body a little with a hand tug.
"Uh-huh, cold………………"
I rushed to fix my clothes and fasten my belt because I was frightened by the cold breeze that blew out.
Then again, once again, draw water into the barrel and head back to the grasshopper.
A month after that, there was a lot to do.
The villagers and tented them with matching materials, gathered fuel for heating and eating their seats, gathered scattered livestock, built fences, sewed between them and sprinkled seeds on the fields…
Many people were hit by the cold and caught a cold, so it was rough to treat those who were exhausted and give them the bread they had produced in prayer.
I can't thank Marie enough for teaching me all my daily and agricultural knowledge along with practice and Brad for teaching me how to behave outdoors.
"……… that."
Speaking of which, this means.
Am I working now?
Yeah.... I can't even describe anything else.
Only in my previous life have I reached something I admired insanely when I realized it.
I realized that and felt kind of odd...... twitching, warm emotions seeped into the back of my chest.
… This is what I was given.
I threw everything away, gave up, and finished everything with a mourning... that kind God has given me, the chance to live again.
Playback Opportunities.
... how rare and thankful it is.
In front of the grasshopper, when I put the bucket on the stock for salary, I put my hands together and prayed on my knees.
God.
I will not waste what you have given me.
It is in the future that we will always live.
Live properly and die properly.
And I will fulfill my vows.
Defeat evil as your sword.
Save what you mourn as your hands.
…… as long as this life goes on, be sure.
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In keeping with his morning prayers, he was given some holy cakes (bread) by God in prayer.
This technique made it easier to restore the village if it covered everyone's food, but it was impossible.
Compared to simple wound healing, this prayer is more time-consuming and draining of concentration.
When the injured person occurred in an unexpected accident, a dozen or so people were exquisite when they tried to keep the technique up to date.
As a result, this sacred cake is used for myself and my landlord's menel, as well as to get the surgery-treated injured and sick to concentrate.
Especially since the sick person is losing strength, even if only the symptoms are removed by surgery, they will suffer from the same disease again if left alone.
It should be noted that at first, he tried to turn to the injured and sick at all, but when he tried to do so, Menel preached to him.
If I fall accidentally, no one else can use prayer.
I mean, my physical fitness control turns out to be for everyone, so it's annoying when you give in excessively.
It was the best thing that ever happened.
You can put yourself behind if it's temporary, but you can't put yourself behind if it's a constant thing.
Even if you can help, you'll be behind before you're happy if you can help by sharpening yourself outright.
... so I decided not to hesitate around.
By the way, Menel wanted "I'm good" or something on Menel, so I decided to preach the same thing back and feed it.
Menel is an invaluable force of war to find and crusade Kimyra and to quickly restore this village.
Just like me, if you accidentally force yourself to fall, you're a troubled person.
Menel is a little self-inflicted because of the seriousness of his roots, and although he doesn't mind a little, he's not willing to admit it unlimited.
The trial is over, and the two settlements have spoken to each other.
All Menel has to do is restore this village and help us find and crusade Kimaira to pay off our debts for one piece of gold coin.
And to protect the lives and property of many people living in the area by preventing any more Kimaira atrocities.
Even if Menel is hurting herself, its efficiency will be reduced, and that will not benefit everyone as a result.
It is the role of the law to separate hatred, resentment, or extreme self-inflicted feelings from that kind of punishment or reward.
Emotionally or not, what has already been judged will not be judged twice for the same thing.
I believe that is what law and order are, and I want to do so if I can work to do so within my reach.
At least, how healthier than the situation is that it doesn't matter now whether you stick to the rules or not, and being strong is the right thing to do as you like with your emotions.
... Though, hey, the social situation around here is too back boss, so I'm suspicious of how far I can go.
Think about it, stretch it out.
It's called during the journey, while restoring the village, I can't do much cohesive workout.
You spend too much time and strength every day on restoration.
Stretching and bareback are the only things I manage to do every day, but strength training, running, etc. are second to none.
In the meantime, I'm worried that I'll be assigned more hard work with salary scales and more work that uses endurance such as walking around the wild mountains to collect, making up for it to some extent, but not blunt arms.
Finish stretching.
Take the short spear "Pale Moon" and shake gently.
Wind cutting sound.
Poke. Twist. Payment.
Poke. Twist. Payment.
Repeat the simple motion several times as you cross your legs.
Instead of doing a comic number, sharply start the first, the orbit is smooth, conscious of systemic collaboration.
… it is important to be bare.
It has the effect of taming the body with correct and efficient operation.
Even in my previous life, for example, I always pretend to be a bat player, such as a professional baseball player.
They would already be the best people in the world to shake a bat, but they still don't fail to do so.
Why.
Correct and efficient operation is because it is quite a bender.
Humans gain or lose muscle strength, even weight.
Not necessarily the form that made you feel like your body a month ago would be the best fit for your current body.
If the optimal operation is not tamed at all times, if one realizes that it will swell, the efficiency will decrease, and then it will fade without any shadow to see.
Brad also always told me not to be lazy about anything but bareback.
So follow that word and wave a short spear.
When the short spear is finished, the shield and the one-handed sword "Eat Up (Overeater)" are then taken, and some operations are still repeated.
Strike down a virtual attack with a shield while stepping in and slashing it.
Strike it off, slay it.
Strike it off, slay it.
Strike it off, slay it.
My body gradually gets fever.
The exhaling breath is white.
The task of even repeating the same behavior and increasing its accuracy is somewhere similar to prayer…
At the time of the concentration, the bright morning sun plunged in from among the trees.
I can hear a lively voice from the village.
I guess it's time for people to get up and get ready for work and breakfast.
"………… OK"
A paragraph of bare hands, he wakes up again the menel, washes his face, and walks out the cage with communion in his hand.
Let's deliver this, then have breakfast with everyone in the village and do what we have to do today.
of the border, living in a small village.
I have a lot to do, and some tight work to do...
But I kind of felt like I was standing up.