The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

Was it the iron rule of the reasoning novel?

"You must not make the Chinese appear," he says.

I can't believe you're the owner of Wonder Power, a psychic, which seems to be an anomaly in full reasoning.

But the trouble is, I'm a Necromancer. He is an unmistakable psychic.

And so I said.

Even in the city of Henwood, where sexuality and violence are so obscene, behind a book of thin darkness with pomposity and lights.

Several end sellers (pushers) and wholesale on them were immediately grasped.

The first seller to come into contact was at the club.

It is more of a club to dance, not a 'night cup' club.

There's one over here, too. That's what it is.

No, that's the reasoning novel. According to something, it was also in London in the nineteenth century. Something about France, probably sooner. Even in China, there was a cave or something.

If you think about it, the other worlds are the same.

Some sort of social place, like a club (?) Around that it spreads.

Reminds me of my uncle.

Was my uncle an Ice Age generation or a little above it?

Anyway, in a time when the club was not banned from opening at night, I was doing students.

It was "sole" that my uncle came all the way to see me when I started living alone.

Now it's time to put on a suit and play salesman, uncle.

The pictures from the time (at the end of the twentieth century) that you showed me were unfortunate but derisive.

Tin O 'land boots with sao 'spool polar jeans. He only rolls up his left leg and shows his shin.

So, as T-shirts are good.

Pine O-Shinomi with black gangro...... dreadhair.

Even for black history, it's too black.

Until he exposed himself to such shame, my uncle came all the way here to pay attention.

"Hiro. Not all of it, that's what I'm saying. But there was a club with him like that, in my day. I can't say enough about not having it now. They could be changing places, on campus or elsewhere. I'm a cautious person, so I ran away as soon as I was talked to, and I stopped going to that place again.... pictured next door, Koz. He's dead. He was 21. There's no certainty, but it's probably a scum. Look, Hiro, you can do it stupid. If you fail on booze, you can take it back. But kusuri and all that stuff, it's... it's not working. Absolutely, no.

I think the reason I'm starting to feel a strong rejection of drugs is the shock of dreadhair.

In the picture, a young man who was fisting his uncle's chest. After all, with dreadhair.

He died at the age of 21. Same as me.

I didn't do anything.

... Anyway, Kusuri says, "No, absolutely."

I bought drugs from a seller who came in contact with me, with a body I knew nothing about.

The drug, as later turned to analysis.

I pasted a ghost on the trafficker and let him tail me.

So, we got to the direct wholesaler.

but it's hard to make progress from there.

You wholesaler, don't try to move.

"But the people in this city, they're out-of-the-box. I don't care.

The elderly Jigmund, who was always at the head of the group and behaved as a leader of the group, yawned.

Of course. Your money, Doss, is working too well.

Make it a real, Wang du ex-half grey, war-experienced.

Who sells fights.

"Not at all. There's no man calling, is there?

Passengers turn to Tina, who leaks dissatisfaction in a different way, surprised.

Is this going to be a decoy investigation, now?

Did you worry as much as I did?

Frederick finds himself in a bad mood.

"Senior Tina, don't they think you're someone's girlfriend? That's why I don't hear from you.

"Maybe there is. All right, Damien. Take responsibility. It's all right, it's nothing less.

"Men are reduced, aren't they? A few milliliters."

To a grunt, even Anne makes a scene.

"Stop talking vividly, Albert! When a handsome guy says that, come on, it sounds really nasty! People have characters! You know what I mean? You don't think we should just have the attitude our faces deserve, not just our status?

Even the artist salon was slapping his fist on his pigeon tail when he was about to say something.

What do we do, Albert? You want to go with that character over there?

The wholesaler stared at this one as he was making a noise.

Did you hate the fact that people would gather eyes in the neighborhood?

But this is what we think of as a pot.

Zigmund shows his teeth to wholesale sellers.

"What can I do for you?

That smile, Master Alex, give way. He's my brother.

When wholesale you don't want to stand out goes out of sight, Tina is ahead.

"You were looking at the flicker, weren't you?

Tina, that's a little......

No, it's nothing. It's a very natural word, isn't it? Yeah.

From the dim, several men appeared.

Is that right?

It is not necessarily that there will be no trouble with the end seller. It's only natural to let them stay away from the surroundings.

"It's not a big deal.

They've returned vicious shapes to my dialogue.

I didn't mean to provoke you.

This means, rather, that there is no psychic capability.

Everyone moved to respond to that word.

Albert and Frederick retreat as they cover Anne.

Zigmund and Tina were the first to blame.

Zigmund is a "jerk" no matter what anyone thinks, and Tina is in excellent shape.

The number of people really concentrates.

At that time, Tina pulled herself back.

Valeria came forward instead.

You must have thought it was an opportunity.

Valeria has a normal physique, albeit feisty, to see.

So I step in one after the other...... knocked on the wall in turn, fainting.

Damien was conveniently picking up the corner material.

He's looking at me over his shoulder.

In Dagda in the summer, you took a fall for me with a short soldier.

I know what it's like to show you the strength of a long object.

... I also know very well that you don't even need to pay attention to this person.

I just beat the two of them down, but the cuticle became more intolerable.

Tongue-beaten Damien, he was stoning at the nose column of the guy approaching, where he had it.

He's a jerk, the same.

Though one of them came to me.

Old Molly tangled a spear in his leg.

Stomping where I fell. It's dangerous, but I can't help it.

The plethora of "bosses" of Zigmund, who were not bothered with their hands, is emphasized.

We all weighed ourselves down, but only Jigmund didn't shy away.

Pull out your one-handed sword with a smile on your face and stick it in your wholesale eyeball.

"So?"

"I'm sorry, brother. Give me a break.

A seller threw in a few gold coins.

"Not enough.

"That's all I have.

"So you were moving the numbers? Why don't you take a look at that heck of a lie, too?... Hey you guys, this guy is abducted. I pull because I'm golden.

Mr. Zigmund, you must be a clergyman for once...

"Give me a break. There's nothing to be gold about. If they find out I hit the heck out of you, they're just gonna hang up. I'll do this, please.

It was white powder, chunks.

"You know. It's gonna be good money if you sell it, okay? You can use it yourself.

"I can't use it. It's a bastard. Go!"

Wholesalers running away.

There's a shadow behind it.

New Capital, Far East Road, and the Grand General's Palace. Cathedral Knights to the Sacred Divinity.

"Officials" in such places.

"So, if you have this guy, when they come to get it back. Now you're tough, I guess.

I know it's tough.

The inn, after all, makes us refrain from "officials" on this side.

I was ready, but that night, there was no raid.

So then.

The next day, "wholesale hunting" starts in the morning.

I was going to do a decoy investigation.

After all, this society, basically, it's the only way to solve it with brain muscle.

Collect a lot of drugs and head back to the inn.

The raids that took place that night could also be repelled without difficulty.

I also wondered if it would be easy.

The problem was waiting after that.