"Ugh..."
One paragraph and then close Altamia's book.
I understand 90% of the content.
There was something refreshing about the principles and what they showed, even if we knew the procedure, but this time we should get there.
Do you want to see if there are any books left about people who might have something to do with Altamia the next time you come?
I wrote it down to some extent, but I knew it was hard not to bring it up.
Advanced adventurers may also loosen restrictions on their behavior at the facility, so they may ask Gaston to borrow them instead when they reach Class A B.
And even if there aren't any books left, if it's a race of long-lived species, there may be humans who have met Altamia.
I'm a little interested in this old lady, so I'd like to see someone close if I can.
Eighty years later though, he's doping around in magic when it comes to being healthy, or about the elves that have come down on the ground.
Later is a highly intelligent dragon or advanced demon......
I take my seat and then stretch my back.
"Well, let Meir clean it up..."
Wipe away the zero tears with the extensions and turn to the bookshelf.
Meir went looking for a book on bowing once. She never came back.
Meir jumped out of the shadow of the bookshelf wondering if she was even reading it.
"A, Abelu! Abelu! Look at this, look at this!
Meir rushes over to the straight line and then slaps one book on her desk.
Looks like something new yet.
There is preservation magic in this world, and many books written by magicians and those of high historical value are thereby slowing the degradation of paper.
But this book doesn't look like it's hung. It's probably for the masses of people who print it.
Despite this, the paper is white. And I don't see any scratches on the back cover.
"What's the matter, you're in such a hurry"
"So, because this! Look at this!
"Calm down. What's in that book..."
Turning the book over, it had a familiar name on it.
"The Wegener Exploration - The People of Yarba and the Dragon Dance Edition -/Written by Wegener Urcock"
…………
You're a thin-haired scholar from the Lord's investigation team. Were you putting out a book or something?
"He said he kept fighting dragons for three days and three nights and eventually drove them back! Isn't that awesome! Honestly Meir, I was licking why he looks so great!
"Oh well..."
Something like that, I think it's about 500% served...
I am not anxious that Meir is going to be scammed one day.
I'm going to buy a pot or something, nestled in some weird religion. And marriage fraud.
"It was a name I'd seen before, so I was looking at it, and someone from a woman who happened to be nearby recommended me. Be sure to read Abel too!
Is it that popular?
Even though it's Wegener. Even though he's bald.
"Somehow, next time, they're going to give you a new one too! He said he wanted to spell out a record at a site he recently explored!
I guess that's not a Zeshm ruin.
Evelhide would go nuts if he was serving weird.
"Oh well. I think I'll read it when the new one comes out. Let's plug it in to Evelhide."
I asked Meir to clean up all the books before leaving the church library and moving through the hallway to the connected main building.
You have to get through here to get in and out.
Maybe it's about wanting the general population of other people to take a little interest.
Though many people rush away with shittiness like a bad bat.
"... that bad taste painting, what is it"
Mere narrows her big eyes as she enters the main building.
I pointed to a large painting hanging on the wall.
Blue and white meat chunks filled with countless tentacles.
From there, things like wings and arms are stretched irregularly.
The eyeball-like stuff buried in the meat is going to make a little move now. Above grows what looks like the upper body of a cat-backed human as if it is integrated with a meat mass. Ship's eyes peeking through the gap between tentacles like hair emit a creepy glance.
It is installed in a position that comes to my attention just when I come from the hallway on the side of the library.
It's a monster in the end, but it's not a good idea to point that out here.
"Oh, hey, put your arms down. Kudr God, Kudr God."
"Oh, that one!? Were you looking like that!? Meir knows the name too, but I didn't hear that one came on down there!?
"Keep your voice down, because people are watching!
Garugia, God of the earth, who created the earth and gave shape to the world,
Leavie, God of Water, who created the sea and gave life to the world,
Mahalvo, the god of fire who created the flames and gave civilization to the world,
Silfaim, the god of the sky, who created the moon (din) and gave magic to the world,
- And they swallow them all, and it is said in Kudr that it was Kudr who created man.
Never say you are an evil god.
It is the myth of Kudr that no human would have been born without Master Kudr.
... leavais and galujahs come out in other religious myths as well, but they have not been treated this badly.
He used to develop into a religious war because of a myth that wasn't too much back in the day, and there was a record in the sheikh's mansion that the Marlens were being driven out by it, too.
The most widespread on this continent right now is Kudr.
You just shouldn't speak poorly on other continents.
One man stood in front of me as I pulled Meir's hand as she tried to get out.
He was still a young man, dressed in monastic clothes. He had perfectly neat hair and had a grin that he had cemented with paint.
The necklace was hung on the chest with tentacles stretched out from the circular one to create a shape.
It is a symbol of Kudorism.
"Are you gentlemen there, other folks back at the library? Actually, I have a prayer meeting tomorrow, but the outside world often attends as well. Though, it's only for those who have spoken from here. After prayer, we also distribute simple meals and alcohol, and we offer seating for the regiment…"
"Excuse me, I have business tomorrow!
"If so..."
"I have a meeting coming up today! Excuse me. If I get another chance, then!
Sometimes it was a bit of a bad time, and I did everything I could to turn it down.
Returning a loving laugh to a monk who didn't break his smile as he seemed unfortunate, he pulled Mere back and escaped the scene.
Then we headed straight to the inn.
The sun was already setting and it was just beginning to darken beyond dusk.
The moon (din) is starting to rise in the sky.
In front of the inn, there were two bad-looking men with patterns.
One is leaning against the wall and the other is sitting on a yankee.
I don't see my face very well because it's dark.
Faster feet trying to stay out of it.
Then the man who was sitting stood up and raised his arm and rushed over to this side.
When he stamped his cane, the man fell flashy. It was Gordon when I looked closely.
"Abel's brother, give me a break about that! Really, already, please!
Gordon squirts with one hand toward me as he gives in to the ground.
They were traumatized.
"Oh, oh, bad. Reflectively…"
I will punish the wand.
Gordon stood up softly and paid off the dust and dust of his trousers.
Apparently, the Gordons were waiting for my return.
"So, uh... Gaston, how was it?
"Oh, oh, sorry...... I thought I'd pull my tail when I stopped badly, so I couldn't make it."
"I knew it would happen..."
I have no choice.
Was it a mistake to use Gaston just now?
I thought I could do it because I was jumping to the ranks, but it seemed shallow.
"Then the reward..."
"Oh, don't worry about him. It was safely installed. I got a little too much for the nuisance."
"Huh?"
Gordon gets good at it and looks back at Mordon.
"Hey, Mordon! Get that bag out!
Gordon tells me, Mordon takes out the bag.
I could tell from the outside that the currency was jammed.
"... wasn't it used in? You took it back well."
"No, no, that got me in trouble, too. For now, it's okay that Mordon and I bumped into each other, but he wasn't the type to leave the money in his hand."
"Did you bump it"
I knew I was quick on my hands.
Well, is that the only way to control Gaston?
Keeping the Gordon brothers as gas clerks is going to be a good fit.
"I think Gatai was pretty good, but you've got it figured out"
Neither Gordon nor Mordon see any particular trauma.
Mordon doesn't have a bow and it should have been a melee, but I don't think it was after the fight very much.
"Oh, the Gaston guy, even though he was wielding a stupid big sword with one hand. If I only repeatedly lowered the gesture of pinching and attacking him, he would snag me on his own. Look at the fold. Mordon jumps on his leg and pulls him down, and then, well, he stays put."
"Oh well..."
He's in good shape, but he wasn't very smart.
The way the Gordon brothers were kicking at the shrinking Gaston came to mind.
"Nh, well, he said he didn't have any money, so he confiscated his sword and sold it out. Then I filled in the hole I used and gave it back, minus the nuisance fee."
I said something terrible.
"Uh... sword, did you sell it?
Sure enough, Gaston was carrying it around to show off his dodgy sword.
Did you sell that or that?
"Oh, I thought it would be a bad idea if I was out of time, so I stayed in the back store so I wouldn't get stuck, and I think I was somewhat bored because I rushed my assessment... but that was still a good enough value."
Besides, I sold it for a cheap price.
Ghosts or these guys.
"Hey, isn't the sword a little bad? It could have been thoughtful... and he wouldn't be able to make money on his own."
"You're gonna be okay. You should be able to buy the least amount of weapons with the remaining gold, maybe. He'll do well with the deception of buying weapons. He's not a doll either. If it's thought-provoking, it's bad for the guy who used it."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, no, maybe so... Oh, wait a minute."
I received the bag from Mordon and left the "besides" amount of money intact.
I feel like Gaston's resentment is caged and I somehow don't want to use it.
Besides, I want the Gordons to keep an eye on Gaston in the future.
You should let me grip the consideration.