< Here. There are traces of torn and inserted once.
I listened to Isaac and carefully looked at the paper.
Observation, however, is a matter of the subject rather than the subject.
I didn't know what the crow doll had seen with her red eyes.
He continued to explain that he was familiar with such reactions.
< A paper that is deliberately wetted and deliberately dried. Wrinkles are different from cuts in time. I'm sure I'll see you again.
Rubia glanced at me and told Cristina standing next to me.
“Can you keep an eye out the door? ”
“Now. You mean? ”
“Yes."
“But...
“That's the one who got Cristina to come here, right? More than anyone.
A brief conflict broke out of his face, but soon he nodded his reasonably good head and headed out the door.
She looks at Rubia, surprised by her sudden behavior. She laughs and talks to herself.
Like this. Crab. You're doing this, right?
“How do you know? ”
I do. I do.
Isaac and Rubia.
You connected the two minds.
I already know how to use me as a medium of communication
Nice to meet you, too. Long time no see. Do I need to?
…
Isaac turns away from Rubia.
You hit a wall in your own way, or you steal it.
It seemed like an atmosphere, but it just didn't fit at all.
I thought it might be the guilt of killing her, but considering Isaac's character, it might be an exaggerated interpretation.
Rubia naturally continues to speak without caring about the crow's appearance.
“You guys were talking about this page, right? ”
“That's right."
“If you look at this page again, it's because it's been replaced here. ”
< Was it always this quick to notice?
“It's not a difficult inference. There's a melted spine and a ligature on it. ”
The crow suddenly starts gazing quite favorably at Rubia.
< Better than you.
“Are you in love with him? ”
I mixed jokes, but Isaac...
When I saw it, I nodded seriously, saying that I know everything.
< I usually like this type. It looks like it won't collapse after a lot of hard work, and it'll last a long time, and it's good to see you looking strong.
I think it means something bad, that...
Definitely a bad idea.
I glanced at her librarian level in the status window.
Level 4 is stronger than ever.
If Rubia and Isaac agree, the paper has changed.
But I have a question.
“Do I need to cheat on my hair color? It's no big deal.
Rubia opens her mouth.
“A bloodline. If it had been replaced by another emperor and not another, the legacy of the imperial empire would have been completely destroyed. ”
Rubia explains.
“The empire was initiated by charisma of the existence of theoretical 1-year-old who rescued humans from the apostles. But if the bloodline hadn't gone the way they thought it would...
Who's hiding what?
“Is theoretical age one more likely than silver hair? ”
< Yes, the emperors have consistent silver hair regardless of their wives. It's because of the unique nature of the bloodline, but it's also suspicious. Keep reading.
One, two. I turned the page quietly.
Tak.
When you turn over the last page.
I had some expectations, but even after going through the last chapter, my wisdom level did not go up.
It's not something Kevin Ashton wrote under a different name.
I looked at Rubia with a little regret and asked.
“By any chance, do you have the manuscript for the commandments embedded in this?" ”
The manuscript for the commandments that got me up. I wanted to check the original.
Is there any secret behind it?
If I don't know, Isaac might find out.
“You have to. Right?”
Rubia pauses slightly.
What are you ashamed of?
Is there something he's trying to hide?
I'm even more curious about that attitude.
Fighting.
Rubia puts a knife inside her skirt, slightly tearing out a section.
Was he putting fabric on it?
I brought out a fine manuscript that was well organized in there and handed it to me.
“Here. Since I found you that day. I hid it in case anyone saw it. ”
“This is how you learned to command, right? ”
“Well, rather than learning. I'm just gonna say I did. ”
The manuscript received was not actually a few.
There was nothing to write about.
The legend says that if you chant the spell, you will get a Skeleton to help you.
Throck.
I passed three chapters.
“This. Is this a spell? ”
“That's right."
Rubia nods a little embarrassed.
[Shout out appropriately:]
Dead man!
I woke you up!
Can you hear me?
Nice to meet you!
Can you take a look at this?
One more word to suit my mood.
[That's it. Then the dead will rise from the grave and be on your side more faithfully than anyone else.]
[If there is any doubt about the effectiveness of this appropriate spell, I would like you to build your trust in me by shouting the next one to the manuscript.]
Dance!
[Then the plaintiff will dance. I'm ashamed, so just once.]
Isaac cuts off Rubia's words sharply.
It is a saying that cannot be disputed. I didn't even want to question it.
You really think this is what got me started?
“… is something wrong? ”
< Who wrote this here?
Isaac looks serious.
I was also curious.
“By any chance...
Rubia's cheeks are red, but she answers well.
“Yes, the plaintiff danced. That's why I believed. ”
Rubia looks at the crow and asks, feeling ashamed.
“Is there any chance that this spell could actually work? ”
< Nonsense.
The crow made an impression.
< Command is not an area of expertise, but the basics are similar. In this world, 'outer’ and ‘inner’ are tightly woven with hundreds of millions of layers of silk.
“Outer and Inner? ”
Isaac was calm and calm as he was.
The part where the rules are revealed and the rules are made. What is the consequence of being "outside" when you touch something from the "inside"? After all, knowing it is the source of all mystery. The difference is how much spider silk can be handled quickly and accurately.
The Workshop Wizard reminds me of Isaac's old saying, comparing it to a spider.
This time he is comparing the whole world to spider silk.
Somehow I was swept away by him and listened quietly.
Blindfold!
The blade that had nothing was frozen to the ground.
Rubia takes a small breath.
The sound of surprising, albeit uneasy, echoes out of my mouth.
Isn't this a mystery?
But soon Isaac placed his next order.
< Turn ice into fire.
“You mean start a fire? ”
< No, turn ice into fire. Don't spill a drop on the ground.
Impossible.
I've never seen a wizard do such a thing. Shaking his head as if it were hard, Isaac nods as if he knew it would be.
< Possible as long as only three or four strands are handled correctly. The total amount of Lurium in you is enough to pull ten strands. After all, you've managed to pull so hard, even with all the delicacy, you've survived so far.
Does that mean my magic can thrive here?
But first things first, Rubia.
“So what did the plaintiff say? ”
< When the commander transfers the spell, it's over? Without training in spider silk sensation and perception? Spells are just a diversion. It's just makeup on the outside. You can't change the fact that the dead come back to life.
It reminds me of Isaac casting a spell of his own.
“But the first time was obviously Rubia. ”
After a few regressions, there was a slight setback, but the first time Rubia came from the grave overlaps perfectly.
I can't take it off and say it.
< Eventually, I planted a spell on it that I couldn't do.
Isaac can't do it either.
Suddenly I was curious.
“You're him. How many strands of spider silk
Did you pull it? ”
That's the question I thought I'd be spared.
We've already witnessed Isaac's ingenious power.
But the crow looked at me seriously and said,
< I. I went under it.
“Down?”
< Spider webs are intertwined... the rules themselves are preserved
I tried to dig in.
Although it did not answer the question of how many strands you pulled, it can be seen that you have already exceeded that level.
“So?”
< The moment I tried to pierce it, I bounced off and lost all my strength.
“Because you turned the temple into a brothel, you said it was a curse from three goddesses. ”
The gods stood up for themselves
There's no way to seal the power. I only observe what I do at the 'inside'. Didn't the High Priest put a seven-year-old boy by his side and let you down in one piece?
< But Ashton felt that he knew more about 'below’ than I did. That's why I'm looking... >
Pod 'Duck!
A crow flew over my left shoulder, staring quietly at the manuscript in my hand and picking at my beak.
< I can smell him here. Empowering the roughly written text is closer to the ‘below’ area.
I glanced at him and asked Rubia.
“Is there another book by Cabin Ashton in this library? ”
“Yes. What I have is this.
It's one thing, it's rare.
She also said she'd only read one of Ashton's books.
But the author's book often appeared before me.
It reminded me of a memory I had encountered.
Two books in the cart in front of the Ossuary where Lena was hung.
'About the world's informal force groups 1'
Ugly Wizard
About the Red Flake and the Wizard
It was a book.
Three books that Slime had.
'Kevin Ashton's 4 Achievements'
Cabin Ashton's 17 Achievements
Sexy Slime Maid with Kevin Ashton
One obscene book and two self-boasting books.
The thought of why the slime had the last book lightly grazed me, but I quickly opened it up.
Next.
The Great Wizard in the Time Bucket
It is a book that considers whether the author alone has a mind.
It was the only privilege and great wisdom.
And one more thing.
If you want to kill Trolls
Grab it from the cabin, I got it.
I put it in my arms, pulled out the book I had forgotten, and glanced at it.
Find the broken pieces on the last page.
Now 3/7.
I remember the autumn sunshine that came through the window the first time I found the book.
It must have been a terrible encounter with the late lord after reading it.
And the Yellow Zone I saw in the capital... and this command manuscript.
Kevin Ashton's book.
Could it be a tool?
I look back at the command manuscript in my hand.
You gently stroke the tip of the old parchment, passing over the next chapter.
Nothing is written.
Srrok! Srrok!
I handed it over. The moment I covered the manuscript with my empty heart.
Tiring!
[Wisdom has risen 1!]
“This...
Isaac interrupts you before you can even connect the words.
Kevin Ashton?
I nod slowly.
It was that moment.
The blank spaces in the back spread white to the front. Just as ink spreads on paper, silence spreads through empty deserts, emptiness paradoxically gnaws at the funny spells in the front.
Bassas.
Dry, empty paper had no traces of anything.
I stared blankly at the darkened papers.
After a long silence, Isaac barely speaks.
< Purpose. Did you achieve it?