Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

Episode 161. A freak.

1.

"What the hell is he doing?"

The elders of Kirianezial closed their eyes tightly, recalling the face of Iden.

I could hardly hear from Erendrel, who sent me out of the Great Forest because I felt sorry for her being like a lung. Then Blisspiel Clan sent a letter saying that Erendrel was staying empty.

It's a strange story.

There is no way that Erendrell, who has become loathsome for Iden, will stay by his side.

"The blessings of the great numbers have certainly been cut off. "No matter how much you are the surrogate of the guardian tree, there is no other way to interfere..."

By the time they had wondered.

Chang himself came.

"Oh, long time no see. "Supervisor's deputy."

"I'm here today for important business."

"Important business?"

The quarterer's unnoticed treatment was annoying, but the cause is over there. Rather than that, I was concerned about what other atrocities this young man would commit.

"I've brought good fertilizer to the algebra."

Fertilizer?

The algebra is a sacred being. It has long escaped the yoke of ordinary creatures and has been protecting Illinois for hundreds of years. Why do we need to spray fertilizer?

The high-ranking elves followed his lead toward the guardian tree with a hazy air.

After a while, Aiden pulled out a transparent bottle. It contains a mysterious color of liquid that captivates the viewer. He circled the root of the algebra and sprinkled the fertilizer as evenly as possible.

Then the roots and parts of the stem were colored with a curious color mixed with green and purple.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"The fertilizer must have been over-nutritive."

What a dull reaction. An elder finally exploded and pointed a finger at Iden.

"Gee! The only reason I wasn't too wary of approaching holy water is because you were the surrogate of the guardian tree! If anything serious happens, ···"

"What if it does?"

"That, ··"

The elder of the Arieldi family, who was in a state of high spirits, looked dispirited. Come to think of it, they are in a situation where they cannot resist Iden.

"It doesn't hurt you either, so relax."

Then Iden sat in front of the algebra and turned on his seat. The elves looked at him with suspicious eyes, neither this nor that.

2.

"Soul Erosioner (S)" is a poison with a truly terrifying effect.

This is why the body, of course, erodes the soul itself, just like its name.

It is one of the few poisons that can be dealt with with with "Reading the Untied (S)", and is technically close to a special-purpose poison.

It even has a function called "causal linkage," which ignores physical limitations and spreads to infected and intimate people.

The story of spreading such things on the guardian tree means that even I, who is an agent, will be in a difficult situation.

[Activating surrogate (S) characteristics of the guardian tree.]

[Spirit, Soul Erosioner (S) taken indirectly. The effect is very significant.]

[Sensitivity increased by 1.]

[Side Effects! Digs into the body using the guardian tree, where the poison of the person is the subject of the contract.]

Danger! Poison that erodes the soul. You cannot resist by physical means.]

a stifling sensation of something grabbing one's heart

Of course, we have prepared countermeasures.

Shambhabi whispers in my mind.

It's a bit like a deep-seated. I'll rule it out.

'Okay.'

With your permission, shhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The immaterial white diphtheria moved and devoured all the venom that ate me.

Shambhabi, the Great Spirit of the Pledge, is almost incompetent when it comes to combat situations. However, if the other party makes such a joke as a mental attack, the story is different.

The snake, which can control other people's behavior by dealing with the poison, was equally good at dealing with someone's mental attacks.

Even the direction of the mental attack can be reversed and the contractor can control as much as he or she wants.

The poison stopped moving.

'Good job. Try to calm your venom until you can put it under complete control.’

Shambhabi condensed as much power as possible, as I said in "The Soul Erosioner (S). Suddenly, the discoloration of trees also subsides.

[Taking Soul Erosionist (S) / Digestion Rate 29%]

[indirect digesting of judgment.]

[Digestion rate beam by the characteristics of the hyphatic circulator (S) of the shared Chesha Stroke of non-ikjo (S) characteristics

Jung! 29% 43%]

[Lost digestion rate!] Unique Order Not Available Soul Poison.]

The situation is somewhat expected. a mere indirect dose in the first place I didn't expect to be able to pull it off properly. If you think about the side effects of spiritual medicine, this is the perfect amount.

[Very toxic to the number under contract. The function is added to the surrogate (S) of the guardian tree.]

In the near future, several more message windows appear. With a satisfactory nod, I decided to test the newly acquired functions immediately.

growth acceleration

The growth acceleration capability was used in nearby grasses. Then the size grew rapidly, and at the same time it turned ominous dark red.

When I opened it and chewed it, it tasted strange. It's like smoke made of solids, and it'

After gaining the "Rubber S," one can see how powerful the poison is.

If the power of the poison, which can be prevented by its characteristic resistance, is called from 1 to 10, the power of this poisonous candle seems to be about seven.

Specifically, it is a deadly poison powerful enough to threaten those with "extreme tolerance (A) characteristics." Now that you can produce as much poison as you like, you can shake up the dark market if you want.

I looked at the roots of the algebra.

The poison of that condensed soul will be useful when the time comes to deal with Thiamia. The link between her and the algebra would be so deep and distinct that it would be incomparable to mine.

3.

April, 988.

It has been more than six years since I came here, and it was only six months before the beginning of the original story.

For some reason, the front of the Clan House was a success.

I see Epio scratching his head.

"What are all these people?"

"They want to join the army. Why, you just made a big announcement to recruit new recruits."

"Really? Looks like hundreds. Can you memorize all the faces?"

"You don't have to worry like that. I'm advocating a minority, so would everyone accept it? Master O'Rabunny will be able to sort it out."

"Yes, ···"

As Clara said.

I only accept and raise the supernatural from the original work. It is a unique concept in its own way, and it is also good for securing recognition. A large increase in the number of heads will fill up the workforce, but it will also bother managing them.

Returning from Illinois, I put out a kind of public recruitment notice.

Due to the high price of the name, the number of people who came to the front of Clan House today is over hundreds and thousands.

Soon the screening will begin.

I'm sitting in the middle.

The candidates sincerely appealed to each other about their growth backgrounds and skills, all of which sounded interesting.

In fact, they have been screened in various ways. The average level was high because they were filtered out and leftover talent. Few people can't reach level 10 or higher.

It's not easy to distinguish between good and bad based on short introductions or demonstrations.

[Level:27/31]

[Physical strength:10][muscle:08][Personnel:10]

[Magic:11][Mental:03][Sense:13]

[Shin:01]

[Characteristics: Mana Plan (B), Dun Technical Talent (C), Meng Gong Concentration ()]

[Technical:Threadf Atrial Method (B), Thread Threaded Thickness Technology (B), Colura Fighting (B) and Three Other Types]

[Explanation: 39 years old, mixed race of money and human race. A warrior who served in the Sref Yupa of the Kingdom of Tapples and became a mercenary for a long time. There are quite a few people in Southern Ain society who know that bravery.]

I have a more accurate eye than anything else.

Although this "Ulbi-woon" was a talent that could be eaten in one place objectively, it does not fit my inclination to pursue a minority elite.

"Good work, the poor ball of the Goulas. But there were a few things I was sorry for..."

I advised him on the negative characteristics, the onslaught (). It is a characteristic that has its own merits and demerits, which makes the owner feel excited and uplifted. However, those with this characteristic often become hot-tempered in every battle and make hasty judgments.

The battlefield he has been through so far may have helped him build meritorious deeds easily, but if he faces an unbearable opponent, he is likely to die right away.

However, it is true that he has produced results through this. said it in a roundabout way so as not to offend.

Ulvi-woon seemed to be disappointed at the failure. However, the advice that followed seemed to be engraved on his own words. As expected, authority is important.

"If you'd like, I'll write a letter of recommendation to the Master of the Quentaltyl Clan."

"··정말Are you serious?"

Ulvioun's green skin glowed.

It's a shame that he couldn't join Blissfiel Clan, but Quentaltil, which runs the same Continental E-Girl, boasts no less prestige. Along with the letter of recommendation, high-speed advancement was not a dream.

It was also proposed by Kubri and other friendly forces. They knew better than anyone that my eye (actually, character sheet reading) was unusual.

Since then, many candidates have passed. There were quite a few good people, but they were all the endings of the letter of recommendation.

Then it was one moment.

"Valerie Lacruz. I'm from the Wibbleh Empire, and I studied under the Alabre Europa."

No further details were needed.

Valerie, who reached level 40 and gained the title character "Majon (S+), exuded refined mana throughout her body. A subtle energy winds through the bowels.

"Is it from the housekeeper?"

"I came by my will."

"Okay. Pass."

The first successful candidate was Chesha's cousin Valerie. She was also one of the top 100 talents on the recruitment list.

"What do you mean the eternity of a magical master?”

"The rumor that Grand Duke of Lacruz attended Master Stroke's wedding must have been true, too.”

The crowd chattered.

It is a satisfactory achievement just to get one person. However, the original goal was not achieved.

In fact, I expected this opportunity to present a talent who did not appear in the original work. There must have been a talent for being caught up in an unfortunate accident before the world saw the right light.

There was a character who caught my eyes when I felt sorry. He was a boy about the same age as Epio, whose character sheets were indescribably unique for his age.

[Level:26/26]

[Health:07][Energy:06][Administration:09]

[Magic:08][Mental:18][Sense:08]

[Shinseong:00]

[Characteristics: Meditation control (S), vessel expansion (S), inflexibility (A), precocious (A)]

[Technical:Southern Mercenary Self-defense (C), Western Mercenary Atmosphere (C) and Two Other Types]

[Explanation: 17 years old, human race. A boy who enjoys meditation even at a young age. It was a common disaster except for the fact that he was known as a gisaeng, but he surprised people with his enormous effort and corresponding growth.]

··· What is this guy doing?

3.

Blisspiel Clan is in the midst of a new colleague.

Strange things were happening on some islands throughout the continent.

It was an island - often called 'Puzzle Island' for the inhabitants of the continent - that remains the remains of a single oblique mechanism in the seas around the planet Daelassic.

Chiuijik- Humanless Simchure's Experimental Capsule opens with noise. It was not long before someone woke up in it.

“·········.”

From the left arm to the body, from neck to cheek. She was a thirty-year-old woman who filled herself with strange forms of tattoos.

Raised up with long platinum blonde hair, she groped for hazy memories. But I can't think of anything significant.

Who you are.

Where is this place?

Why he fell asleep in the capsule.

All that was uncertain.

However, the body moved forward according to some attraction. It was, so to speak, an instinct imprinted on the depths of the accident.

"You have to head for the Prima continent."