I picked up the morning while riding an oatem trolley.
From across the mountain, I can see the sun climbing.
This kind of thing, it's kind of travelling and exciting.
"... Giselle, you must be angry"
Poop, I leaked to myself.
My return to the settlement will be at least three years away.
I take a copy of the map that was in the Sheikh's house from my nostalgia.
According to the map, it's supposed to be time to see the lake, but it's just a forest on one side.
It was only a pretty messy map, so I don't know much about distance.
I've copied about three maps that seem as accurate as possible at one time, but even with a number, it's not very helpful.
Maybe the Marlens don't have much choice because they don't have much opportunity to interact with the outside, but they can't make this map for a bit.
There is even a map depicted as something that was checked in ○.
Compared to the others, I still can't find anything that bothers me.
I don't know what to do. I'm not even going to go out of my way to look into this, but I'm just curious.
Sounds like an old map, and maybe the lake has already been buried.
I even think about the lack of such a clap.
In the meantime, let's try going a little further straight.
What I'm looking for is a city called Romane.
Romane seems to have a flourishing deal and a lot of flowers.
They don't have much security, but the regulation of chimeras and dangerous magic equipment should also be loose for that matter.
What I brought in from the Marlen settlement will also be easy to admire.
After all, I came to Shanghai because of this, so I want to go to various places where I can get demon ore and demon guides.
... but I'm a little suspicious about what's going on now because the information is out of date.
When I tried to make a copy of the map, I swayed heavily with Gatan.
I let go of my hand because of the shake and dropped one of my copies of the map. The paper rides in the wind and flies far away.
"Ahoy, ahoy,"
A soft-flying bird flies through the paper.
Flew away with bulimia as it was.
"Holy shit!
I thought I'd make him a grilled chicken, but I couldn't help but groan.
I have three copies of the map anyway.
It's easy to shoot off with magic, but I don't even want to bother to go back and get it.
"... come on, hold on to me"
It's bad that the autoem trolley rocked when it came to the original.
I'm the one who made it.
I gently slap the front of the autoem trolley, the area of my face.
Then I leaked my breath all the way through the crouch, and the autem trolley rocked again and slowed down.
"Yeah?"
Rather than slowing down, it seemed that the motivation stopped working.
Running now seems to be a margin request.
He slowed down more and more as I feared, and stopped immediately.
"Ugh, you're lying, dude! Hey!"
I scream and slap the sides of the oatem trolley often.
"Move! I said move! Holy shit! Please move! Hey, please!
No response at all.
Not good. This is a long way from the settlement and the destination.
If we don't move like this, we'll be drowning wild.
"Please move! Excuse me! I wasn't so strong earlier, Mr. Ortem Trolley! That's about as shaky as it gets! Sometimes I want to shake too! I didn't hold the map firmly. I'm sorry, so fix your mood! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry about the ride!
I tried to cut the cross and apologize, but as a matter of course I'm not responding.
It looks like the magic is completely out.
In the meantime, shall we try to give it magic again?
Do you want to reset and start by pressing the start button?
It is basic when the computer is in bad shape. This is the guy called the Past Life Knowledge Cheat.
"প ু ত ু ল (doll) দ খ ল (dance)"
When I wave my wand, the wheels rattle and tremble.
Then bohu black smoke rose from the mouth of the front oatem.
"Ugh, shh!? Mr. Otame Trolley!?
Once I get down, I'll do an automated trolley inspection.
As a result, a demon ore named Redda, which accumulates magic, was cut through and another demon ore named Emict was fitted into the cut out part.
Emict had initially tried to use it for this part, but he decided to use Redda because of its flaws that when more than a certain amount of magic flowed, his nature would change and he would no longer function.
I can't think of any mistake I made.
They are deliberately cutting through the demon ore.
I'm doing this hand-in-hand imitation instead of breaking it, probably to keep it from moving due to time differences.
It is designed to be immobile at the exact fifth of the full magic charge.
The Autoem Trolley is my original.
You can't do this unless you know exactly how it works.
Even the Chieftain can't possibly imitate the Ortem Trolley without me noticing.
"No way, Gisele..."
I know about the demon ore of Redda and Emict, if it's Gisele.
'If you think it's going to stop working soon, it looks like the converted magic was changing the nature of Emict. If I turn it into Redda, it's going to work,' I remember bragging about it.
I was also writing a note because it seems like I could apply the different time schemes to something.
I wrote it with my own letters and symbols crossed at the end that I wish I knew, but Gisele might have been able to decipher it.
If you remember that, it is possible to do this level of work even if you are not familiar with the overall mechanism.
Redda's Demon Ore is nothing more precious.
That's why I didn't bother loading the trolley either.
Even though it's full of luggage, naturally.
If they had replaced the whole thing, they would have noticed and repaired it before leaving the settlement.
If I had been made to wreck it, I could have recreated the day again tomorrow. I might have taken another approach.
If you just make an ex-con who ran away at night and then face the settlement for material collection, then you can't imitate leaving the settlement again.
Clearly, I don't have the guts to do that.
He's definitely coming to break my heart after anticipating my character.
No, but would Gisele do this?
Surely the only person who can do this is Gisele in the settlement.
But because of Giselle's character, it's hard to imagine using such a roundabout, shady hand.
Gisele would cry right on the spot if she assumed I was willing to leave the settlement.
'Then I'll be waiting for you to return. I'm sure you're not feeling well, so be careful not to fall down along the way. Don't push it, turn back as soon as it gets rough, okay?
Two, Gisele's words crossed my mind.
That's what Gisele said when I went to the sheikh's mansion.
"Ah..."
I didn't think that was what you were saying in anticipation of me running away at night.
At this distance, if I turn back, my strength will allow me to crawl home.
It's really only a matter of time.
If you throw away all your stuff and keep walking for an abel drink, you might manage to reach home by the end of the day.
If the distance was more open than this, I'm sure you wouldn't have had the strength.
I guess I cut through the demon ore with a rind line to adjust the uptime.
And then he said, 'I won't be angry, so please don't throw yourself away, will you?' He said it in the dark.
One of the letters was also crushed, and when I got home, I said, 'You've been going to adjust the autoem trolley since morning. Looks like there was a glitch... No more, my brother!' How white-white of you to say it, maybe you don't blame me.
Even my father could be talking to me.
Maybe if I break in here and run home, I don't have any more energy left for me.
They bury their great resolve, force them to exercise unfamiliar without swallowing, and return home in a way that their betrayed sister can help them.
By the time you get to the settlement, you'll be exhausted physically and mentally.
None, but flushed. I know very well because it's about me.
I'm sure the ceremony will then open as if nothing had happened.
"Guuuuuuuu..."
I moaned and lay down on the ground.
A smoking oatem trolley caught my eye, so I accidentally hugged it.
My pity even made me cry.
Stuffed. Completely stuffed.
When I almost gave up on it, some sort of biological footsteps approached me.
As I looked back and raised my face, the carriage caught my eye.
It was simple to build, like a larger trolley.
A young man with green hair is sitting on your stand, laughing like trouble and looking at me.
"Hey - I'm in the way. - Hey! Can you stop sleeping on the side of the road -!
It's not like a man has been speaking up. I heard a voice from a pile of hemp bags packed in a trolley.
For a moment I wondered if the sack of hemp had spoken, and one girl appeared out of the pile of sacks.
He has blue hair and has sheep-like curly horns growing from around the top of his ear.
The same goes for the Marlen tribe, but there are many people in this world with unusual physical characteristics.
Blue hair, horns like sheep.
It must have been a trait I saw in some book, but what a race it was.
"Look, I'll give you a pillow, so sleep by the road as long as you like. Hush!"
A sheep girl threw one hemp bag at me over here.
"Hey, hey, Mr. Mere, don't throw my product!
A man sitting on your podium screams in sadness as he looks back at the sheep and girls.
I let the thrown hemp bag play in my hand.
Is that wheat in there?
They seem to be pedestrians.
This is a chance.