- Me and her story lasted until dusk.
It gets longer when we write jewelry down to about that conversation, but we told each other old stories and missed Marie and Brad.
Sometimes it spills a crease and a grin, while others talk about tear seeping.
It was, kind of, a dream moment.
"Sa. Ever since my husband was summoned, he has always used it as my protective knife... I will give it back, please give it to me"
And by the end of the story, I had received a dagger.
As usual, I'll take a look, and I pulled out the dagger.
- At sunset, the blade of the dagger shines.
The boneless sharpening for the actual battle is a long time old, and the blade is somewhat less sharpened.
Carved Words can increase stubbornness and improve sharpness.
In addition to this, two words stand out: "Good Luck (Bonham)".
Perhaps you could say that the mediocre "sign" is engraved on a mediocre sword.
"Oh......"
But I understand. There's only one thing about this sword that isn't just a piece of cake.
It was a short time before I was prepared, but Gus seems to have carved it with a lot of temper.
… every "sign" is engraved in a way that is extremely precise and is an example without some madness, even though it is a sculpture.
I'm sure whoever you show this dagger to won't be rated a 'famous sword'.
However, no one would appreciate that it is a 'good product' with a polite job.
An extremely practical dagger but with some lucky talisman (amulet).
"Nice, dagger."
"Right. … really, I've been helped many times."
Just a little bit, I wondered if I could take it.
I'm sure for her, this dagger is an important memory with your husband... and we've spent the rest of our lives together, like a partner.
… but if you don't accept it, there is no separation between the promises you made to your husband, because it is true.
So when I put the blade back in my sheath, I got up and thanked him.
"You did return it. - Thank you."
"... oh, it's not all yet, is it? Money."
"No, because after two hundred years on a boulder, most laws will extinguish your rights. Just a dagger is fine."
Yes. In fact, legally speaking, the three claims are totally void.
He said he wasn't going to ask the boulders to pay him back in full with interest, just to go up for installation as a separation, and that gas was fine.
... Anyway, there are still many violent and sudden disasters, and the general interest in this world with a high risk of lending down is such a proportion.
At such a general rate of interest in the world, assuming you calculate the interest for the first time in two hundred years at a compound rate, that would make you look like an idiot to calculate already.
There are concepts similar to extinction statutes of limitations in this world.
Charging such a strange amount ends with the phrase, "Your rights have lapsed because it is a claim that you did not remind me of for two hundred years in the first place".
That's why...
"You're going to give it back, aren't you?
…………
Hey, that was just a development.
"Although, of course, it is impossible to pay the full amount. In every other way, we will definitely return the favor."
"Uh, um, I'm on behalf of the setup."
"Still, if you hadn't been here, I would have ended this life in disillusionment"
Take a glass with an elegant method and sip.
- And she laughs.
"Is that good? - Wizards Dagger's door will never be ungrateful."
It's not a strong tone. It was such a deliberate voice that I didn't say whether or not I had it.
I didn't think so, and I laughed.
Oh, my God, I missed it.
This person is not just beautiful.
I've lived two hundred years... I've survived, I'm a strong man.
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When I went home and reported to His Highness Ethel and Mr. Tonio, they slapped me softly on the shoulder.
Somehow, he had a really good smile when the word "made-up" just popped up in his mouth.
... to the two of you. I probably caused trouble in this one, so I hope it helps in some way.
And the afternoon thing the day after that.
Mr. Samuel came to visit me without a word.
He was always wearing the outfit, but his expression looked a lot tired.
My cheeks are peeling slightly.
"So, are you okay?
"It's okay, but the wind gods really beat him up one day"
Thank you. He was doing something back there.
Seems to have been quite used by Mr. Fengjin again.
"For the time being, I don't care what you say, I... fuck the revelation and the trusteeship."
"... do you mind being a believer?"
"It's okay, because I'm a god of freedom. Whatever you say is high. lt's in the Wahl followers. Seriously."
Though I might be if you ask me. Uh...
"That's why you use manipulation in revelations, Whirl God………"
"That's it."
It is a loose gathering of people who are free to run and do not receive a reins, which makes little sense for either the top or the bottom or the construction of an order system.
That's why I do everything I can to help you move spontaneously.
Don't exhaust it. It's just that even if you order it, you can poke it, and if you use it excessively, strikes happen.
Their relationship is always a deal that presupposes mutual freedom.
... I don't know, I guess this is like one thing, but in a way it's very democratic, in a way it's very tedious.
"You already know the god of the wind in the boulder. Unless there's anything more you can do, you can leave me alone for a while."
Everything is closed for the moment, Mr. Samuel said.
And then I changed my expression, and I turned my arm around my shoulder.
"It's more important than that."
"Important?
I lean my neck unexpectedly.
Important.
Important.
Is something wrong? As a matter of urgency...
"Are you kidding me or something?
"No. That's it."
"That?"
I couldn't figure it out, so I turned my eyes black and white.
"After all, you're not playing at all. Are you going to come out to the Flower Capital and go home without even knowing how to play? You solid man."
…………
Mr. Samuel laughs with a nigga.
I made my eyes black and white.
"In the name of the god of the wind, the patron saint of all kinds of games, jokes, booze and foolishness, the Holy Knight must remember to play a little worse."
"No, I give myself to God."
"Ho, delude me? Are we going to be deluded? The god of lightning doesn't forbid entertainment, does he?
"Ugh...... yes!
I can deceive you. I don't lie.
Brad told me to learn to play bad too, but I'm not really that type!
"Like this, I'm scared of something like night games!
"Hahahaha, I'm on it, right? Sometimes we hang out. You're a douchebag, we!?
"You suck at dragging friendship into bad play on your shield or something!?
"You know what, it's too late! Basically, I'm a dueling, squandering, prodigal son of a bitch!
"Ma, wait, wait, wait! I mean, bad play, is Cecilia okay!?
"Kukukuk, okay? Will. Listen carefully, I'll tell you what's important."
And, Mr. Samuel changes his expression.
With a serious voice on my face...
"If we don't find out, we'll be fine."
"Sucks - huh!?
Dragging me off screaming, Mr. Samuel walks away.
I wasn't feeling all right, either, and I was dragged away.
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I see a lot of coal, wooden ceilings.
The voice of a clerk who answers the voice of a busy person, the yellow whisper, the laughter, the cloudiness of a rough screaming for an order if you lower your gaze.
On the table, salted meat, crushed potatoes covered with cheese and baked, salty, spicy and oily dishes.
- When I found out, I was stirring up alcohol in a downtown liquor store.
How many houses was this, I have suspicious memories?
At first, I think I was only trying to stop it, but when I was persuaded to think about it and this, and maybe a little bit of it, I went out with it and realized it was a really common trend called cheating.
Shoulder to shoulder dragged me around, drinkin 'alcohol, and when I realized I was a lot drunk too.
I'm drinking across the street. Mr. Samuel is a lot drunk, too.
"I mean, the store just now! You're so fucked up, you don't have to play, but you're familiar with the air!
"So I'm telling you that people who have treated you several times -! That would be nice of you. Of course!
Since the store is busy, it will inevitably be clamped out loud.
"I mean, you're all surrounded and invited, and you're not a gentleman! Touch your ass!
"That wasn't a gentleman. I was just nervous, awkward, unable to take any moves, and I was starting to deal with it without difficulty -!
"You're bragging about this!
He grabs his collar neck and gets rocked in a gut.
Bash your back in return.
As much as I held my head later when the alcohol fell out and calmed down, that was already a brilliant drunk.
We talked a lot, laughing and yelling at each other.
Talk about martial arts and workouts.
Talk about your current life or your family.
Mr. Samuel is from a harbour town called Sanford, which has the same family name, and he said that he lost his mother early and that he has a father in his hometown.
Although a little sick and weak, people like to talk well, and the mansion is big.
Do you think that Mr. Samuel grew up in a restaurant with people flowing from different regions?
It was also conveyed from the conversation that he loved your father.
"I learned martial arts because my father followed me as a kid with too many arms and threw me into the training of the diners."
"Yeah, I thought it was a little boiled."
His sword came from a northern-style foot judgment to a southern-style cut, or suddenly the Eastern sword muscle mixed.
On the contrary, sometimes it also shows clutter-like leaps and physical surgery of a phylogenetic nature that is not martial arts like a light trader.
I really thought there was no place for this, but that would convince me.
But...
"Is it okay to be such a prodigal when you go out to the capital as a nominee?"
"Sometimes I preach to roll with letters -"
"Isn't that a problem?"
"At the end of the day, be careful, not for a while."
"Why don't you lay it on top of each other?"
"That's right," Mr. Samuel chuckled, snarling.
Her face is also completely red and she is a lot drunk.
"But father, then I'll ask Cecilia too, so come on.... he'll come and see how it goes. Or scold me. Come on."
"Oh, you know..."
I was convinced of that. [M]
I want you to understand, I want to confirm my affection, I guess that's what I'm saying.
Although there is a bit of a problem after degrees... Samuel himself will be aware of that there, and I can't go into it.
- And would my drunk head have thought that far?
I don't think so. Rather, I can't think of a scratch, and I have a strong suspicion that it has flushed very normally.
"I don't know about you, you ha. Woman I care about. Come on."
"I'm not here……………………"
"No, but what is it?"
We were a lot drunk.
So I guess.
"- I'm not sure."
The real thing is that it spilled.
... When Mr. Samuel heard the words, he shut up for a moment.
Perhaps it was true that it was no deception of any kind.
"............... what do you mean"
"I'm not sure I know what's going on."
"Seriously. You must be an invincible hero."
"Seriously."
Throw the right potato into your mouth, on the plate.
Sour, salty and spicy. The vinegar and salt are too strong.
Face, chew, and swallow.
"Hey, Mr. Samuel. Can you make someone happy because you can kill enemies well?"
…………
"I'm a bad one. It was a bad one."
Stir up the wine.
Maybe I dipped it in some petal and honey and divided it with water. That tasted strangely gorgeous.
"I don't think I can make people very happy."
Reminds me of Marie and Brad.
Those two were filled, they seemed happy.
Reminds me of Uncle Dagger's old lady.
If you lose someone to accompany you, you can still say you're happy.
That's all I got from the person I took with me.
- Can you do something like her husband to me, for example?
"Nothing, I don't feel I can do it.... besides, there are plenty of enemies, buying grudges, maybe more to come, and fighting over and over again -"
…………
Naturally, my family is the first to be targeted.
I'm sure I'll survive, if it's just me.
Because there is a dragon curse.
Ask yourself on top of each other.
Can you be happy?
... muddy at the bottom of my heart, whining like a big bubble can bounce when "I can't".
The squeezed corner cup shivers. seep.
"That's why..."
"All right, drink up."
"Cancer! Ngu -"
I was suddenly screwed with a corner cup in my mouth.
"Pu ha-! Hey, what are you doing -!"
"Nice, drink! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
"Hey, stop, stop........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Ooh, try it! That was half the time with you, winning and losing, it's time to put on a female!
"Wow, I'm glad this one's still hurt -!"
"It's tactical, tactical."
"But it's okay. I'll do it. If you're challenged, I won't run away."
Fighting. Fighting. A voice that can stand.
A table that can be moved away, countless wild deeds and a voice of incitement.
Light lamps flickering, countless shadows.
We remember each other, screaming something.
Memories are broken, I can't remember the details anymore.
It was just not a strange and unpleasant memory.