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Kick-Kaak! Gaaak! Strange monsters settle in the place where the spirit of the crawling chaos that once covered the Clan House disappeared.

As the link was broken, the remaining mystics began to form these various forms of saturns with self-contained spirituality.

from an evolutionary standpoint, strange forms of biologics that can never be born.

The persistence was so persistent that it wasn't easily burnt by the fiery inferno.

Even if we tried to raise the firepower, if we were wrong, the Kleene House would still be flying.

“Sick bastards.” Because he knows that too. I practiced magic while lightly sleeping my tongue. A large margin was installed as a spectacular effect erupted along the floor.

Divine power constitutes God. There is magic in returning it to its origin.

Huaa! As the swarm of light rises, the Divine Power that was forming them begins to weaken.

Galyrid, who is quietly hanging an arrow behind his head, lays his hand on the protest.

Then the arrow splits apart into dozens of arrows, dropping into a trajectory.

The heads of the monsters burst like fireworks.

Purpurpurfeng! [Hades' edict absorbs the power of the chaos crawling around!] [Skill level has increased dramatically.

3.2%] ['Artman System' tries purification by determining absorbed power.] [Purification rate: 32.1%] [Sin stone (arrogance • appetite) reacted and greatly increased the rate of purification.] [Final Purification Rate: 42.9%] [Refined SP will be attributed to the Magic Warehouse (Dragon Heart).] Weakens the beast's durability with Hellfire, demolishes its power with Abraham's magic, and then rushes Galilee and Edora to kill the remaining Taiwanese several times.

After a long time, I was able to gather all my powers in the Clan House.

Of course, all the ashes were eaten greedily by Hades.

[You have achieved a small event.] [With 50,000 public values being provided, Klein House was the same as Yeon Woo saw in the diary.

“It's been a long time. Even here.” Abraham muttered a little, slightly perfumed and wet. As his brother's alchemy teacher, he had a special relationship with AREIA. It was a place of memories for him, too.

Especially because I felt sorry for not being able to protect my brother while taking care of him.

The perfume had to get darker.

Galilee also called herself a teacher who thought she would never get away with tutoring her whole life, and it became a strange expression when she thought of the child who was following her around.

Edora was amazed at the fact that she had only heard the word Edora's stronghold, but she carefully examined Yeongwoo in case she was wondering.

Yeongwoo stands far away and stares at the Clan House.

• • • Please leave us alone.

Abraham glanced at the pond and took Galilee and Edora elsewhere so that she could have some time to herself.

The structure of the clan house was centered on an elongated central building, with three small dongles connected separately. As a whole, it was considered to be an 'E' shape.

Of course, there were other individual rooms, private training grounds, but they were located just a little further from the main house.

Yeongwoo's slow pace sweeps through Clanhouse buildings.

The Clan House, perhaps thanks to its own built-in Clean Magic, has been as clean as anyone has been since yesterday, even after a long time.

Thanks to you.

In such a place.

Hahaha! What the hell is that? He's back from another accident.

- Haha! That's why he's our boss! I love that personality.

Yeon-woo saw many illusions.

The reminiscence that my brother had with Jingu, or with his colleagues.

- Aah! Oh, you crazy bastard! Touch that and you're fucked! I thought you were supposed to do this. - Shut up or I'll kill you! Come on! The lab is full of reagents and beaten memories of Bakok and Tea.

- Do you want to talk about it? - I don't know. Maybe the perforated armor you're wearing. Why is one jewelry so expensive?_Is that what you call it? When you say "The Mermaid's Tears," everyone's eyes flip over. Why would a clan leader have an economic concept and lose a little bit of land? If Leon catches us later, we'll both get drunk.

In the storeroom, you can see the memories of Lients who were sneaking around with other people thinking about drinking.

- Captain, you're weak. This won't do. Rise again.

Don't you know it's too much? Don't you think you and I should hang out? And I'm not combat, I'm magical. Rise.

- Aaaah! The memory of Valdivihiwa who teaches Giant's art in the joint training ground and annoys me all the time.

- I want to sleep more.

- Me, too.

- Let's do it.

- Yes, I am.

In the break room, let's hang out. Remember Bahal.

- Chief, do you have any idea how much money we've spent this month? Please • • • - spend some money on concepts. I hear you're feeling up again, and you rang the Golden Bell at a nearby bar. Invoices are deceived into purchasing items? Why is our chancellor so suspicious?

- I have an informant.

- Ha-ha! - Come on! Save your money, Tin Man! The memory of Leonhart who wrestled and said he would save money in the conference room.

- Chief, I need to talk to you.

- We're getting married.

- What's that, a dog grazing?

When the hell was that? Kun Hr, who always roared like an enemy and suddenly declared that he would work, remembers Sadie in Janne's memory armory.

In the backyard, the host's memory contained all the five years of his brother's happiness.

And...

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

In his private room. There were fond memories of my lover, Viera Dunne.

Yeongwoo appeared and just glanced at the various images that repeatedly scattered.

There I saw my brother laughing, chattering, angry, screaming, determined and running around with his colleagues.

As far as I could tell, he was still smiling brightly.

It is completely different from the later part of the journal, which was always full of tears, anger, and regret.

Of course, there were several cruel memories that only wounded her brother in her vision.

Yeon-woo purposely did not give her eyes to such places.

Do I really need to draw? I don't know if I know the heart of a collective watch that doesn't have enough time just to chew through the past for my brother. It was quiet today.

Then.

“Is this it?" Yeon is able to get to the deepest part of the central building in front of the visit.

Private office. Clan leader's office.

• • • Where Jungwoo last closed his eyes, 'Yeon-woo slowly opened the door.

The butcher's office was no different from any other room.

All the walls were covered in bookshelves, with black carpets in the center, except for the window of a lifetime of liking.

Above it are desks and chairs handcrafted by Hannova, a specially processed brown oak tree.

There were pens and some documents on the desk, as if someone had been sitting there a while ago.

With a little box.

Yeong-woo glanced over the office where her brother used to work for the library, and quietly sat on the chair in the middle with his butt.

Between us.

A chair without lubricant creaks.

'Here • • Yeon-woo stroked the desk with his hand.

right where you're sitting. He closed his eyes drawing himself and his mother. The diary was definitely ending there.

And maybe there's a story behind it.

The dried ink, the pen in place, and the organized documents were the same as the last scene in the diary.

But...

One thing was different.

Box. 'Yeon slowly took her hand to the box and opened the lid.

Immediately, Yeon-woo's eyelids fluttered.

The first thing I saw was a picture.

A picture of her smiling brightly with many colleagues.

I rummaged through her arms and pulled out another picture. A picture that was hung on Earth with a pocket watch.

Same thing.

The content in the photo was the same.

However, if there is a difference, there is a letter written on the back of the picture in the box.

Life expectancy: July 9, 6217.

Have a nice day.

In a clan house in Artia.

It's as if it was written by a child who has just learned to write.

I couldn't adjust it, so I was filling the back of the photo almost completely.

There was only one member of Arnia with this handwriting.

Red Debbie.

As a rebel, Baldevich had to grow up as a fighter as a child, according to the tradition of the giants, and because of the writing, he had to be outdoorsy.

He also learned to write for the first time through his brother.

It's also important to improve your physical ability to climb a tower. Basically, knowing 'how to read' made me have that many choices.

Moreover, Baldevich's oral structure and thinking system were much different from those of ordinary people, so he needed to know how to supplement his communication and organize accidents without difficulty because he was close to people because he had a clear tone of speech.

Because of this, he sat him down and taught him letters in gaps.

And by the time Arnie was growing up, Baldebic was able to develop enough to allow normal communication.

But the ugly handwriting hasn't changed that much.

And just as the photos proved to be Valdivian, the contents of the boxes were all filled with their own little daggers, rings, necklaces. They were all gifts to him.

Calatus made it clear.

It wasn't Valdivi who recovered his brother's corpse and relics.

Is that what this is?

Where has he been all this time, and why did he show up after it was all over? How did you find out about Laputa's position, which was kept secret from the same members, and where did you find the changed coordinates?

How did you get it to Earth? So many questions passed through my mind.

Please, I wish there was a secret here.

And, fortunately or unfortunately, there was a letter at the bottom of the box.

Someday this place/To my friend's family.

The pigeon is as crooked as it gets, but it's still a very neat typeface.

'I knew I'd be coming here.' Yeong-woo carefully tore the sealed wax, and took out the contents.

There, there was a reflection of a warrior confessing to his guilt.

Han