She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

One.

Yeah, I was. I fell asleep before I logged out.

In the brain, organizing so reminds me that the appraisal went through and fell asleep after the breakfast call. And he looked up to heaven with his fingers between his eyebrows.

I couldn't figure out how many hours I slept. But I decide it doesn't seem like even a long time based on how my sister Hemp hasn't beaten me up.

When I meditated my eyes strongly to dispel drowsiness before opening them, it was in the middle of a meadow surrounded by woods. Unknown flowers dot every corner, and the magnificent mountain range continues in the distance. And there are some dull, shining silver towers peeking into that mountain.

Before the sights already in the game I'm used to seeing, I think worryingly when I put my hand on my jaw to sort out the questions that come to my mind while standing up on the meadow. I didn't realize the discomfort that floated at this time.

One, there is a famous word in an online game called 'Sleeping Down'. It's a word that indicates a state where you fall asleep during a game and your avatar stops showing any reaction.

As things stand, I returned from falling asleep, and now that I'm awake, there seems to be nothing wrong with it, but this was a problem on the system.

VR-related was designed to shut down automatically when you fall asleep and turn off the device.

But the tower of the mountains in the eye is the Silver Tower. There is no way to mistakenly look at one of the nine bottles because the forensics use it as a base.

I stopped thinking about falling asleep to such an extent that it was faulty or uncommon.

Because there's another puzzling point. Which is more serious.

That was a smell. Whenever the wind was blowing, the smell of blue smell was passing the tip of the nose, causing discomfort.

Despite advances in VR technology, tactile sensation had been replicated considerably, but taste and olfactory sensation have not yet reached a practical level. Yet when you inhale through your nose, you're clear and your brain recognizes the scent.

Then I pulled away the grass at my feet just to try. If you then distort your expression to the bitter and tannic flavors that spread throughout your mouth, wipe your mouth with the back of your spitting hand with a large amount of saliva secreted.

Taste is abominably tongue-induced and carefully reproduced to saliva. I feel signs around me and raise my face, thinking I don't feel like a herbivore. Then there he was holding a dull, shining knife in one hand, filling the distance so that creatures as long back as children with pointy blue faces of nose and ears would surround him. It's not a blue face, it's a blue face that is still one of the three primary colors.

Oh, I did.

I recall coming to carry out the crusade of a flock of demons that appeared near the border. Think about it, even after cleaning. I've seen it many times since I was a beginner. Its appearance is the classic demon 'Goblin'. If you don't have a choice because you're on duty but you don't have to go out of your way, you look at the enemy.

[Summoning: Dark Knight]

This is the first summoning technique I have ever mastered, and I do my favorite, the Martial Spirit summons.

Spirits exercised by summoners have artificial spirits that dwell in the creatures of men, or original spirits that dwell in nature.

Original spirits become superior, but artificial spirits are easy to handle and nostalgic because they dwell in objects created by man. Among them, the Dark Knight, which I summoned earlier, was a gathering of souls and spirits in the armor worn by decaying soldiers on the ancient battlefield.

The spirit that dwelt in the armor that was used by those who believed in fighting is called 'Dark Knight', and the spirit that dwelt in the armor that was used by those who believed in fighting to protect it is called 'Holy Knight'.

Although the Martial Spirit belonged to the lower summoning technique, the Dark Knight, which continued to be used because of its user-friendliness, had been elevated to a gladiator comparable to the advanced summoning technique.

A dazzling, glowing hole opens to cover the grass, and a large knight appears as he comes up in the blade. Black flaming effects wobble violently from all over your body into a full armor of pitch-black that makes you even feel chilly. There is no face, only two red-eyed lights float in a black-filled space. When I looked back on the night lane. If there was such a thing, there was so much intimidation seeping out that even men could scream.

Goblins stopping and raising their voices with key keys to intimidate the unsurpassed knight who suddenly appeared. Here again it creates discomfort.

There should not have been such a thought routine in Goblin.

Goblins, who were often kicked around, were always brave and resolute and, to put it badly, scattered demons who came in unknowingly, but the goblins now in front of them are making a backward scene as if they were feeling 'afraid'.

But if I can't help it now, I'll give Dark Knight a sweep order. And the scene instantly turned into the hell of a killing.

The sound of the black sword cutting the wind, rather than being swung down with a storm, each time five or six goblins splash in all directions with the severed demon and end up with a lump of meat.

The increasingly intimidating goblin voice turns into a scream of despair and runs out to escape from hell, but no mercy is dust on the dark knight who ordered the sweep, turning all the goblins on the spot into unspeakable wreckage as ordered and fulfilling.

It's a couple of minutes of what happened. The gently windy meadow is stained with demonic blood, and the sight is widening that everyone would fantasize about a spectacular slaughter.

Will there be about a hundred goblin bodies rolling on the spot, in the middle of that scene that finally settled down, and I think back to what was caught in the back of my brain?

Taste in the smell, and the goblin behavior I don't remember. Could this be......

The answer reached is one.

You finally came...

Third upgrade!

I can't believe instantly that it reproduces the five senses that were both in the global and research stages at this level, but the whole body actually conveys the five senses. Although it is incredible to use non-flying technology first in the game, it was also true that otherwise it would be unexplained.

Boulders, AEO "Arc Earth Online" operations, always do more than you can imagine. I must have concluded that it was the effect of the upgrade that I did not shut down from falling asleep.

When one is convinced, one gazes at the signs of something approaching from the back of the forest to the meadows. [Biosensing], the class characteristics of the second job, the Immortalist, gave a general idea of the direction and number. The problem is we can't tell if it's an enemy or an ally.

The number approaching was roughly fifty or so. Expect goblin reinforcements.

Immediately next door is a silent dark night, surrounded by about a hundred wrecks that continue to remain silent. If it was about fifty, there would be no problem if it was the famous "Little Ghost Spear Spear Regiment" as an elite unit of goblins. The Nine Wise Men, who have excelled in summoning, possess all that strength.

Signs of gradual enlargement and the sound of stepping on a controlled earth that echoes in your ears with clarity. Goblins do not march, and there is no such thing as alignment, whether it is a group or not. Then the possibility emerged that this sign was not goblin.

Then the demon crusade near the border was fulfilled, and when I returned the Dark Knight, the leading group appeared in the woods.

That was the Knights. The shield is engraved with a crest that reveals the great tree and the moon, the national seal of this country, 'The Kingdom of Alkite'.

It's the Alkite Magic Knights. Features are in armor and shields.

Reflecting light like a mirror, its armor assimilates to the surrounding scenery, and its shield boasts a high defense against spewing braces of art and demons. Troops that are elite among the Knights belonging to the Kingdom of Alkite, but I'm surprised to see what it takes to get to such a close proximity to the border.

A leading central figure, who would be a captain of the Knights if he put a few questions through his brain, takes control of the succeeding knights with one hand and leaves one step forward. Slightly white mixed romance grey hair all back, and deep faces in the moat slope with scars that are also a testament to the war. From above the armor he weaves a red cape whether it is a sign of the captain or not. Not as good as Dumblrf, but sinister and manly.

"This is also... spectacular. What the hell happened here? Has your daughter seen anything?

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Its captain stares at the person in the front with the words spinning. Based on the content of that word, he decides that it is definitely not a word directed at him and looks around, then wonders if this captain is in a physique that even the Spirit can see.

But the problem is that I haven't confirmed the Spirit. It is the specification that the magician class sees the Spirit and the warrior class sees the fighting spirit. No matter how many magic knights, knights are knights. Warrior class. There is no way that a spirit that doesn't even look like Dumblrf, Elder and Sammon Master of the Silver Tower, can look like a warrior class.

"Leaving one of your daughters in a place like this would have scared me. It's all right now."

With that said, the captain leans close to the person in front and gently puts his hand on his head.

"Don't worry, we're safe now that the Alkite Magic Knights have arrived"

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(What... so...?)

Stunned by the state. Created by himself, Dumblrf is the most sinister man 190 centimeters tall. It's nothing but humiliation to be able to speak up so that you can be treated like such a child and even comfort him.

And most importantly, I couldn't hide my surprise from myself looking up to the captain greatly. Subtracting Dumbleff's height, this captain is a giant or something. There's so much difference in height that it seems so.

And the words from earlier, I say it right to your daughter against the best man, Dumblrf.

He glanced at the target saying that he could hardly tell this majestic appearance was overwhelming, and waved off the hand put on his head.

"I don't know what your daughter is, you crazy bastard! I... wah... I..."

I look around at the unfamiliar voice that sounds like that bell. Apart from the captain in front of you, there is no one like this in the face of the Magic Knights waiting in the rear... who speaks like a girl.

"It seems to be moving. Look, lady, it's water. Can you drink?"

Captain offering a leather bag with water, just saying lady once in a while. I can hear the emotions in that expression that would worry me from the bottom of my heart.

No matter how you look at it, you say a little girl to yourself, and you don't look like you're joking or anything to the captain who makes you laugh that you're tall and anxious out of the standard, and lowers your gaze as you circle through your thoughts based on all of them. At the same time, its eyes are nailed to the captain's armor.

"Huh...!

Once again a short, adorable voice reaches your ears small.

What a joke this is.

Formally equipped by the Alkite Magic Knights, Mirror Light Armor (there is vertigo today). The surface that reflects light like that mirror is no longer the mirror itself. Look at yourself pictured there, move your right hand and move your left hand. Without some madness, the girl pictured in the captain's armor (...) mimics her actions. No, it's no longer a level of imitation, it's identical.

And he looked familiar to the girl.

Silver hair up to the waist, "Blue eyes with a strong eye," cheeks with thin rashes and red and an unobtrusive face on the little nose. Only the gear I wore when I was in Dumblrf remained intact, but obviously only the contents have changed.

Yes, the contents were the very figure of the girl who looked satisfactorily at her creation in the "cosmetic box" as the ideal female portrait.