She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Fifteen

"So, it's good to look, but you know where it is? If it wasn't a clue, they wouldn't be caught."

"Well, that's true, but it's easy to predict just one person."

Mira was right, the Nine Wise Men were like a bunch of people with both one- and two-habits, all strangers with no feet on the ground.

When I said I was going to look, I was Mira with my head wondering how to look for such a wanderer, but one person passes Solomon's words behind his brain.

"Seoul Howl."

"Yeah. I knew it would start with him,"

Elder of the "Seoul Howl of the Giant Wall" Necromancer Tower, an immortal daughter enthusiast until morbid.

The first place they came up with was the Dungeon 'Ancient Temple Nebrapolis', known as the Catacombs between the players.

When we were all once adventurous, Seoul Howl groaned happily in the springing temple of "Paradise" and the Undead. That dungeon, which brings together almost all immortal monsters, is truly a sanctuary for him.

He's online, but he's not in the tower. Then it would be well worth looking into as a place for Seoul Howl.

"In a catacombs, it's a little far away. I wish I could have used Flying Island."

"I'll back up around here. Even so, it's a top-secret mission, but I can't send out a thousand miles of carriages or both carriages."

"A thousand miles carriage? Both carriages? What is that?"

"Oh, the Thousand Mile carriage is the carriage you've been on. It would have been medium fast. Because it thoroughly reduces the burden on horses with surgical costumes. It's the fastest carriage in our country."

Solomon, who said so with skill, smiles against his chest.

"It sure was fast. Not as good as flying island."

"I hope you don't go with such cheat items. Now I know. That was against the rules."

Simply compared, the Thousand Mile carriage speeds twenty-five kilometers per hour. On the other hand, the floating continent will have a speed of 500 km/h. In terms of technology adapted to this world, it is a category that is fast enough for a thousand miles of carriage. Therefore, when it comes to using floating continents as a means of mobility, it can be considered an anomaly, as Solomon put it.

"Both carriages are inferior to a thousand miles in speed, but it's a product that focuses on the living space in the carriage. Simply put, it's probably the carriage version of the camper."

"Well, that's fine."

Mira remembers herself sleeping in bed in a loosely-running carriage and watching the long, idyllic view of Apple Ole.

"I'd love to take both carriages."

"Well, I'll give you a ride someday."

"What is it, asshole? You can walk me to the crypt."

"It's the mountains I want to do that for you, but like I said, it's a top-secret mission. Thousand mile carriages and both carriages are specially made. Because it involves the state, royal transfers, that's how we use them. Maybe you'll stand out first."

"... that's no use."

"Yeah, I'll get you a carriage that feels normal."

Solomon puts the file back on the bookshelf as he says. Then, suddenly, the surface becomes noisy. Then he shook out Reynard's pleading voice of restraint, and one woman opened the office door so hard that it was about to break.

The person, who grabbed Mira and Solomon's gaze with one hand, wore a blue and white robe, so beautiful that everyone would be blinded by the very visible body line and neat noticeable nose.

The beauty lifted her burning crimson long hair with her hands, shaking her chest claiming nothing, and glancing at Solomon with unbeatable red eyes, she gazed at the other girl.

"What is it all of a sudden? I don't think it's too early for my appointment."

Solomon looks at the beautiful woman who has come in tone so that she can strike and change and float with majesty. Beauty listens to the word, while at the same time closing the door with momentum.

Reynard, who punched his face in the door, has a big, mellow, thin, even teary-eyed look. With his hand on Reynard's shoulder like that, Joachim hung his words of comfort, "It's no use saying anything to that one, so don't worry about it".

"I heard a story about a son named Dumbleffe's apprentice coming, but at first glance I went to see if anyone was there. So I narrowed down the nearby guards and they said they moved to the office."

"I see. Well, either way, I was going to take you there later."

Solomon, who answered so, walks over to Mira's side.

"This daughter is the disciple of Dumblrf. Mira."

Introduced so, Mira stares at the woman standing in front of the door, not taking a seat or saying hello, and deposits her back on the couch when she laughs bitterly at that same figure.

"Yes, this girl. That's right, King Solomon. Is that a good tone?

The tone pointed out by the beauty is that it is not a great way of speaking that I have corrected before to give my majesty as a king, but a way of speaking when speaking to my friends. It's not just the two of us, but the decision that if someone is here, we should behave accordingly.

"Oh, no problem. 'Cause this is Dumblrf himself. So you should talk normally, too. It's been a long time, but I'm still not used to your tone."

Solomon smiles full of flirtatiousness.

"Nah... nah..."

"Uh, long time no see, Luminaria. I guess so. Not today, yesterday."

Mira says so with one hand up.

Luminaria, one of the Nine Wise Men, is the only Elder whose current whereabouts are known.

"Oh well. Dumbleffe. Are you finally here too..."

Luminaria recalls a story about the type of preference she once discussed with Dumblrf in her adorable appearance, which can be called perfection, when she puts Mira's entire body into view as she explores it. And a luminaria that abdominally collapses like a weir cut. Raynard, who was on the surface, blocked his ears and nodded at Joachim with a laugh that leaked slightly from the closed door.

Luminaria changes people from time to time. This was a rumor whispered in the castle and, in a way, true.

After laughing all the way down, Luminaria puts Mira's figure in sight again with a suspicious look on her face.

"When you do it, you realize how wonderful it is. All right. The woman's body. Have you knocked him down yet?

The mouth of Luminaria spinning the most opening, a really nasty word, but the glossy lips that raise its mouth end and make a grin had a hue that even made it part of the charm.

"Don't be with the Lord. This was an accident, by the way. It's not my intention."

"For what it's worth, isn't it brilliant? I don't think there's anything I can do about an accident."

".................. Ugh. It'll be a long story."

Mira decided to give a brief explanation of how she had gone from out-of-charge emails to the present.

"The cosmetic case I have is the same reason as yours. I'm just not using it."

Solomon tells Mira why he has a cosmetic case that caused him to look disappointed earlier. Like Mira, she bought a cosmetic case because she received an out-of-charge email and didn't have any body.

"Then I'll be the same."

With that said, Luminaria takes the makeup box out of the item section and makes him play on his palm. Staring resentfully at it, Mira falls asleep on the couch like an infidel rotten.

"Why don't I have it?"

"Because I used it."

Mira leans back on the couch roaring "Ugg" when her heart is sharply choosen by the unmistakable words of Solomon, throwing out her hands and legs.

"But well, you're glad. It's not a character. Is that the ideal female portrait? It was enough to remember you at first sight, so you're lucky to be unhappy. If I had, I would have been lucky to have made this world real. This world is the best. The first day, you'll be down all the time."

Luminaria with a beautiful face and a really clean smile. If we don't even consider the content, the majority of men will be distracted.

Mira takes one question that has surfaced as she looks at such the same luminaria with cold eyes.

"Speaking of which, did Solomon have thirty years and Luminaria twenty years? That's all the months have passed, and you don't look old?

At first glance, it seems natural that Mira is not uncomfortable. Because it was yesterday today. But these two aren't. Mira and I are spending a different time together. Even if Luminaria takes a big look, Solomon doesn't. It wouldn't be possible, such as a thirty past person who looked like a boy.

"Speaking of which, you weren't talking too obviously anymore"

"That's one of the best places in the world."

Solomon pounded his hand. Luminaria twists her body with Kunechne as she makes herself hold.

"To put it plainly, apparently, our former players in this world (...) are not like ordinary people."

"Unlike the general public......"?

"Yeah. First things first. But have you looked into me or Luminaria?

That being said, when I saw it, I tried to find out Solomon (...), but I remember not being presented with any information. And now, watch the luminaria disgustingly.

But nothing comes to my sight.

"Neither of you will see anything. I saw Slayman and Glaia."

Solomon, hearing that, laughs like a boy, sits a little around the foot of Mira, who has grown into a big letter.

"Looks like the ex-player can't find out. That's the first difference. By the way, I looked into it the first time I saw you, but I didn't know anything, so I figured out that you were a former player. Dumblef-favored Lori child, who names Dumbleffe's apprentice at the same time as online. It's circumstantial evidence that you can already be sure of, other than me."

Solomon explains so as to cover Mira's feet exposed up to the Drawers, while finishing the hem of her skirted robe.

"Which means it can be used for judgment material."

"That's the thing. I can't say enough that everyone I'm looking for hasn't changed. At least you know if you're a player."

"But if it's their character, they'll be able to make judgments other than their appearance."

"Sure. I'm confident you'll be able to tell if this luminaria is someone else."

"Right. Such a pervert, from early on."

The two laugh at each other to include. Luminaria, who was said to be perverted, stared at both of them with her eyes, but suddenly changed her expression.

"I mean... we're good friends enough to tell if we're going to change!

Luminaria, who gives a diagonal answer, dives into the couch like a body press. Solomon quickly retreated, but Mira, who was as weak as she could think, raised a small and hurried voice and was relentlessly embraced by a luminaria with gravity on her side as it was.

"Friends!

"Hey, stop it, you idiot! Stop... where are you touching it!

Luminaria's squeaky hands crawl around as if to indulge her limbs when replacing her opponent with Mira.

"It's not good, it's good... Grrrr!

Luminaria, who had handed Mira to the evil deputy, danced through the universe with a scream like a gush from the bottom of her belly with a blunt burst sound, then hit the ceiling with momentum as it was, before falling to the floor talking.

Mira, who remains lying on her back on the couch, has her right hand facing the ceiling as she pokes it up. The second class, the Immortalist Skill [Immortal Art/Heavenly Shockwave], was launched into the Luminaria at zero distance.

Sexual harassment is a risk to your life.

Solomon sounds pale, and Luminaria slowly rises up and replies, "But that's good," he thumbs up.

Mira gets up with her collapsed robe in place and stabs the nail with a glance at such a luminaria that she says, "Next time you do it, you won't be in the devil's eye". When Luminaria hears the words, her hands, suspiciously placed forward, wander without a place to go, and then begin to gather the documents scattered on the floor.

It's not a special victory.

"No, no, look, you like me pretty."

"Well, I'll ask you to come with me."

All this time, Solomon points to a desk with scattered paperwork. Luminaria nodded silently at it.