Tower of Karma

In front of Gaius was the neck of the brothers of the mountain, who had been fished by bait, and had fled the land of this thing. It couldn't have been like this if they had used her. Therefore, Gaius will not grant forgiveness there.

"Well, now you've lost your mind. The situation is already packed."

"Competition of who takes. It's just that we've been held back."

"General Maxim. Damn, I want to say it out loud, knowing it bounces back on me. It's the curtain of the Great General! Damn, I should have taken you even to your majesty in a hiding mood."

"Jean Paul's guy just sent me a seal with a curse. He seemed angry at me for turning him into a throwaway stone. Really out-of-heart. There won't be a general who can beat his opponent exactly like that. I trusted him."

"I feel like I'm going to bounce back again, but you're going to hate the way Sir does."

"That's what I and he should be in a relationship to say. That works best."

"Twisted friendship or whatever..."

Gaius is outraged at being preempted, while at the same time being made to understand the opening that lies between the Grand General, and hence Ostberg, and ourselves. A nation named after the Seven Kingdoms from the oldest times on the axis with a pillar called the Great General. No matter how old it is, the last line, the Grand General, will repeat it.

That's how they fit in this time. It should have been, but it was.

"You think Strakles can dictate a woman?

"... I was wondering if it's still possible for a pig female"

It is harder to repeat this situation than Maxim came out. He was bounced off as a martial arts king. In front of Ostberg's gateway, he was kicked in the ass when history was different.

Young General Maxim. A vessel of famous generals that would undoubtedly be engraved in history. I think so.

(Why did you come out? What did Sir give that girl... or is there something? Strakles and Berger alone, something I don't think is enough)

Gaius dared to stay drained to the back dust and decided to see how it went.

He also had a hunch.

This evening has only just begun, he said.

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In fact, it was Estado who was ahead of everyone else. Jed and Sid's Campeador brothers, who identified no decent force on St. Lawrence, and enemy power, and came out with only minimal force. And there was also the third man, the two cousins, the Ross family man.

On his cheeks he carved a big fat and iii and a man. I, II developed into a killing after brotherhood. It is called a temporary truce. That and this is bad for the man who said "I number three". Absolutely to talk about which I, II is. This brother would know. That's why the man carved it in half funny.

The other half, when these two arrived in heaven, represented his readiness to support it. Which is not i, ii. What we need is a third to support the two suns, he says.

For the record, Che heard the anecdote of this man and also carved IV into him in conjunction with his being the fourth child. The meanings differ from those up to iii, and the children carved after iv distort the meanings that the numbers were enclosed and constitute a factor that deepens linearity.

"I don't mind if I go get a woman, but Sid let me give birth to a kid the other day. All in another woman."

"It's a war boost. It doesn't mean anything like this one."

"... are you serious about this?

"Sid is a big deal. If you are a child with your own blood, it becomes somewhat of a thing. The top ten if I have ten, the top hundred if I have a hundred. Thousands, the invincible Thousands."

"What do you do with the money you raise?"

"It's just better if I keep winning. There's no difference between holding a thousand private soldiers and a thousand kids. Give birth, increase it, Campeador Corps."

"I've been chanting this since my early teens, how many were you now?

"I'm the thirteenth because of this. Was it fourteen? I don't really remember."

"You had parents, too."

"I'm not letting you be crippled. Besides, I'm not even going to be a parent. I'm just mass-producing army pawns with me and Jed as their apex. All we expect from them is the force we shoulder. I'll leave it to you guys to use. Waste as much as you like. Let them give birth as much as they want."

"What do you think, brother?

"Do as you please, only. No matter what I say, Sid won't listen. Besides, it's not a bad hand. It's good to have more strong pawns. Not if you're submissive. I'm also excited to grow from scratch."

"You two are not a bunch of parents. Apprentice me. Apprentice me. You changed it last time!

""... it's a woman's job ""

"Times are equal for men and women, right? Besides, it's not a bad thing to put your hands on it. I'm so attached."

It doesn't sound like Sid or Jed. Well, that's the standard of this era, their reaction is utterly legitimate. There's just another value. There is no third man by the time I find out about it. The two of us are on different paths, too. Ahead, they find out.

"Well, you're almost there."

"She'll have my baby."

"You want me to give birth after all!

"Not as a pawn. Let's mount ourselves in the king of Estado, the supreme multiplier."

"If you make a lot of difference, the other kids will grease. Shh... Hey, any sound behind you?

Almost simultaneously, the three of them noticed a small sound echoing in the dark night. It's still far away, small footsteps for a horse, soft. For humans - too fast.

"... I only have a bad feeling"

"Agreed. The speed of human separation."

"It's not the fastest. Flush, this!

Concentrated they capture and marvel at the breath of the diseased. There is no uniform exhalation or variation in footsteps. It's stable. It's as if I'm even jogging.

"They're coming!

The three stop the horse's leg and stare behind his back. Brilliant blonde behind his men.

"I got lost. Where am I?

"Oh, my God, you little one."

After that hero king and the fierce sun, the three great stars of the future burst into abruptness.