"So, Nah, I'm coming to the snowfield again Yikes!!
Edgan shouted.
"Hutu said, 'Edgan, hang out,' right? The two of us are going to warm each other up on chilly nights, right? Nah, Sieg, ooh!
"It's okay, Edgan. If you catch a lot, you can count on it."
Edgan screaming as usual and Sieg comforting without foundation. Though there have been two times, I didn't know I was going to visit a really cold land three times.
It was simple, and it was precisely then that Zeke asked the labyrinth to use his name to collect it, and Edgan jumped in with a barn opening the door of "Leaked Wood Day".
"Rei no Mai Luv! Your poor love servant is now! I'm back in the labyrinth city. Ah!
Or managing to scream every lost world.
Boulders are lost in love. Stunningly stray, but such a slippery can't even lead to a master.
"Oh, long time no see! Uh, uh, uh, ah! Edgan! Just fine. No, just hang out!
A lot's terrible. What's the unnatural time before you call a name? My master's golden eyes shine sometime, and his gaze is pointing toward Edgan in front of me, but he also looks like he's looking somewhere watering down Edgan.
"Master, I'm looking at the memory of the world (Acacial Records)..."
"No way..., just by name, I can't believe I'm going to get that kind of transcendental skill..., just..."
Mariela, who was looking at her master, snaps like she's stunned, and Sieg is in trouble trying to deny it. Sieg has already grasped the character of his mentor, whom Mariella credited as "pushing through common sense, personality and behavior". I can't help but think that I forgot my name or whatever it is that I'm going to do everything in my power.
But poor Edgan, perhaps forgotten his name, had risen up with a brain conversion of his master's "hang out" words in good shape.
"Yes, no! Everywhere if it's you!
"Oh, because it's Sieg I'm going with. Well, I asked for it."
"What a tulenai! You are just my destiny (fam fatal)!"
Although Edgan dedicates that kind of word that I have learned in Imperial Capital to my master.
"Hey, Sieg, what about Fam Fatal?
"Fam Fatal means the woman of destiny, but the nuance of a demonic woman calling for ruin is strong."
"Oh well. The master doesn't have a knife for Mr. Edgan, but Mr. Edgan is being fished by the master, so there's more or less."
"Right. Okay, Mariella, I'm coming."
Sieg turns to Edgan and says goodbye to Mariella, who is still here.
"Let's go, Edgan."
"Where are you going?
"Fishing."
Thus, Edgan was caught up in Zeke's use and came to the labyrinth of snow and ice.
Moreover, this time the face of the Black Iron Transport Corps is also forced to participate. With the voice of new captain Edgan, of course, on a holiday that's supposed to be spent in a labyrinth city.
Tyranny. Has the Black Iron Transport Corps become a black workplace?
"Edgan, shut up. Prey escapes."
"That's right, fishing is what keeps you quiet."
The response of a member who is colder than the blowing wind is also to snort.
This is the 33rd level of the labyrinth. It's called "Sea of Ice".
Previously, the stratum below one of the 32 strata visited to collect Aurora ice fruit was also extremely cold, plus the stratum of the sea. Nevertheless, I don't have a problem with scaffolding because there are several giant drifting ice floats.
Even if it's drifting ice, it's floating ice in an attacked enclosed space. Since there are no currents, the ice on the water becomes more and more developed. In the battle between demons and adventurers, the drifting ice must have broken, burst, and froze again several times. Bigger than a person, but smaller than a mountain, the ice sticks out of the drifting ice, and the drifting ice that floats is not just a flat object. Conversely, the scaffolding now looks flat and looks like a piece of ice. The thickness of the scaffolding depends on the location.
The face of the Black Iron Transport Corps is drenched in this thin spot of drifting ice, or dripping a fishing rod from the edge of drifting ice, and spending it thoughtfully. It doesn't even look like leisure at first sight. Occasionally, even a dart-shaped fish, epelfish, pops up like a bullet, in this hierarchy is a range of sport fishing.
"There you go."
The popping epelfish is flushed by the lid of a pan that the Grand Dollar holds all the time, and Nui handily sways a bitchy bouncing epelfish over the drifting ice. It is a fierce fish, but not a demon, from underwater to ashore animals to pierce them and sharpen their flesh. So the whole fish remains.
Epelfish, about the size of a cooking knife, has thick skins and few edible parts, but less edible parts are extremely delicious luxury fish. It is white with fat on it, but when eaten raw it feels too much fat and persistent in some people. If it is boiled or baked, the fat will spill out, and the flavour of the corners will escape. The recommended cooking method is fritter. In the case of fried vegetables, add or subtract the temperature of the oil and the time to fry, so that the fat of the fish does not flow too much and remains too much, just difficult to finish, but if you put on your clothes and fry, you can also finish well for a cook apprentice like Nui.
A gastronomer's grand dollar and a cannibal nui couldn't have missed such a fish, and the two have been snorting at the capture of epelfish since earlier.
Another slave, Nico, said that the rotating cutting magic props he purchased to drill holes in the ice seemed to be a big favorite, and he is drilling holes at best looking for places that look like thin ice. With a magic prop consisting of a cylindrical scarecrow and support, if the support is fixed and activated where you want to drill the hole, the cylindrical scarecrow teeth sink into the ice while spinning fast. When it reaches the bottom, the ice falls out of the scones so that the bottle can be unplugged.
It is Franz, the healing wizard, and Donino, the maintainer, who is dripping the relaxing fishing line, enjoying fishing while scraping the warm tea brought in by Eurike.
By the way, the purpose of fishing today is not epelfish. It is a clear jellyfish and fish creature called the juvenile body of the phylloilcus. The umbrella hem widens with a clear body, and where the short tentacles shake is like jellyfish, but from within the umbrella, the top is creaking and exuberant, and you don't even look like a skirt flipping fairy. Fluffy drifting is a beautiful thing, but its ecology has not been elucidated. The name bears a toddler body because when we captured and raised this creature, we found it to be a stage in the growth process because the umbrella grew elongated and shaped like a fish or snake.
Incidentally, at an elongated and growing stage, the food seems to change, and the young body that was raising it is dead, so the form ahead is considered under investigation. The juvenile body of Filoloilcus has neither a mouth nor a digestive organ, and ingests magic directly from the body's surface. So if you drop a fishing line from a hole in the drifting ice to feed the demon stone, you can catch a phylloloilcus snapped into the demon stone to envelop it.
Only Franz and Donino, who enjoy the style of fishing, do the longest things like that, and Sieg snipes the toddler body of the phylloilcus that has stopped by the Demon Stone with a stringed arrow from the edge of the hole and drifting ice.
Even if you are concealing spiritual eyes in your eye bands, such as refraction of light by water, water flow, or creatures with water resistance but slowly moving between waves, you can easily shoot through them. You have struck out a few in one shot and are quite overkill, but seriously you don't have time to enjoy fishing because it is Sieg alone who is catching the phylloilcus.
By the way, Edgan's just screaming and useless. The aggressive epelfish responds to Edgan's voice and flies out of the sea with Doshdosh to pierce him, but the toddler body of the Philoroilcus eaten on the corner demon stone startles him to escape.
Totally out of the way. It would be nice if the pointy mouth tip of the epelfish stabbed me and sewed Edgan's mouth on it, but I mean it's not A-rank current on Dada, or the epelfish with the Edgan hanging on it is beautifully grated on three sheets and flickering off on a plate placed on the ice.
By the way, I'm using an intermediate demon removal potion this time, so the demons who appear in this hierarchy don't stop by. Totally holiday leisure.
"Is this enough?"
While Edgan hasn't caught one, it looks like Sieg has caught the required amount of phylloilcus toddler. This toddler is one of the ingredients of the premium potion Ice Essence Protection. "Ice Essence Protection" is a potion that produces a thin ice skin membrane to prevent heat, a potion needed for the 56th tier Red Dragon exorcism.
Though the participation of Siege and Void has allowed for ranged attacks and brace defense, and we have seen a chance to defeat the Red Dragon, that hierarchy also holds off the walking volcano, the hierarchy owner. Last time, Mariella prevented the heat with Weishardt's magic without being able to create a superior potion, but I've never crossed the threshold where there is a "protection of ice sperm" that ensures the heat is prevented for a certain amount of time.
Sieg packs the caught phylloilcus toddler into a large bottle with crushed ice, wraps it around with a cloth, and then bags it. After all, it's mostly one of Sieg's tasks.
No, thanks to Nico drilling all over the hole, there were more places to shoot at the toddler body of the phylloilcus, and I was able to recover the ice. The Grand Dollars handled the epelfish so I could concentrate on the toddler body of the phylloilcus, and say, "annoying?" and Eurike, who pours hot tea, would also be grateful. So this is a division of labour. It's teamwork.
From earlier on, except for Edgan screaming for love in a fucking cold snowfield.
"Hey, Edgan. This one's over. There's plenty of epelfish too. Time to go home."
Edgan turns to Sieg, who speaks up. My nose is red because of the cold, but my face is even more red than that.
"Oh, Sieg, after a while of watching you get along with Mariella, huh? Besides, there's one under the roof with those two."
"Eurike, did you give Edgan a drink?
"There's no booze or tea for him?
Edgan is a weak drinker. I get drunk right away, and I get on my face and my attitude. Seeing a drunk Edgan, Sieg asks, Eurike answers looking troublesome as he prepares to withdraw.
"Come on! It's a gift from my dear Honey. All right, don't do it!
Apparently, the little liquor bottle Edgan is holding is the taste of his master's drinking. It's strange because when I get here, I feel pathetic passing through Ugh Yum Yum.
Confused Siege about what to say and the face of the Black Iron Transport Corps who just start preparing to withdraw without worrying about it.
"That's it! Hundred years of ice! Express my love with big ice!
Screaming like that, Edgan runs out of his double sword with a tiny iceberg about a hill away. I wonder where a woman would be happy with the big ice. In the meantime, I'd be happy if it was material, if you're an alchemist's apprentice, you've already sold it to Sieg.
"Oh! Oh!
I guess it's about concentrating the impact on one point and breaking the ice cubes from there to the starting point. Two swords pierce each other at a distance of one piece of paper by tapping the spear into the flourishing ice.
Bicilli.
What cracked Edgan's attack was not the ice cubes that struck the attack, but the ice scaffolding around that ice cube, drifting ice.
"Edgan, run! That is............!!
Zeke's screams are undone by the breaking sound of ice that buzzes and cracks and thrives.
Although the Black Iron Transport Corps, which had begun to withdraw, was not particularly damaged because it was already in a safe place close to the hierarchical staircase, the drifting ice that stood among Edgan and the Black Iron Transport Corps was rocking like a shekel boat and standing was finally in a state of being.
Well, if Edgan and the others hadn't grabbed the sword that pierced the ice mass, they would have been thrown down into a sea of extreme cold, taking their lives by the freezing cold.
"Oh, ha!
As Edgan moved up and down and pulled his double sword out of the ice cubes trying to dive into the sea of ice, he kicked the ice cubes straight ahead and jumped toward Sieg. Wet, slippery, and even worse than a swinging drifting ice scaffold, Edgan lands just a short slip away, spotting the sea where the ice cubes sank with his two-handed swords in place.
Behold, though I rejoice from its sea level.
From a far distance, I would have thought that was like a snake. But the thickness was so thick that it could not be surrounded by a few large men, and the sickle brought forth from the sea was so huge that it looked up.
Above all, its head.
Neither the ocular organ nor the jaw-like exuberance, the tip on the top seems to be pointy on the tip of the mite's mouth.
He opened his head so that it would tear his skin open from the inside so that he could swallow the prey in front of him.