Tower of Karma

The more fear seemed to freeze without the warmth of his back, Al's running path was filled with the smell of rotten meat. How long will this rotten smell include the dead? Whoever rots and burns without dying smells sick. I wouldn't have even been willing to come near him if it wasn't over the boy's back. Not so much. This was hell.

"Fine. My prediction is that the pendant will be fine."

Al calls out to cheer up. It's an unfocused encouragement, but it was an unconscious escape because Al himself wanted to avoid mentioning the occasion.

"Oh, really?

Al hisses and bounces over the boring board as he carries the girl. There's a dead fishy eye underneath. I don't know what will happen if I fall.

"I thought I'd look for it because it fell 'over there'. Bottom of the bottom, where those guys aren't even close. I wouldn't want to come near you if I were normal."

Run further. Little by little your gaze disappears and instead a dead odor strikes you like a stubborn nose.

"What is that?"

Vision expanded, and the two of them saw.

"When the rain continues, the water that contains all sorts of 'things' around here accumulates. It's called the Swamp of Death or something with no taste. Avoid even the dead, no-shaked waterlogs of death."

Awesome fierce smell. Worst smell in the girl's life. Al wrapped his arms around the smell that seemed crazy after a long time.

"Perhaps the pendant is in there. If that's what I saw."

Al takes a step with a smile that he obviously couldn't. The girl who sensed intent grabbed Al's clothes, sleeves. Stepping into that is out of the ordinary track. It's important to me, but it's breaking my heart at the heart.

"Wow, I'll help you too"

Still exciting and releasing the words. With a lot of courage.

"You can't. I really shouldn't even be around here. You're all scratched up, aren't you? Even a few wounds touched that water, but at the end of the day, he dies after seeing hell. I'm fine. Because I haven't been whipped lately, and I don't have any scratches. I'm not going to die... and I think"

Al, who refused to be courageous, also had a distorted face. Perhaps Al alone would have come here and turned his heels back. It's been a long time since I've been to this land, but this place was still special. I can't imagine how many deaths the long-running rain, the largest puddle of water, that lasted until yesterday included.

"Well, look at that. Because I'm a knight. [M] I can't crash in here!

Al, slowly, steps into the swamp of death. The girl felt the feel of her fingers with her sleeves off, and then something fell out. I'm not going to die. There's no way I'm going to die. Just how much I thought, this place is the deepest part of hell where the dead don't even come close.

The girl is smart and doesn't believe in God. But only this occasion had to pray to God. The girl is once again smart. Prayer is the last thing a helpless person can do.

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The girl was desperate to stare at a boy looking for someone else's pendant. The appearance of being able to work so hard for others came from Taylor's human being, who lives in a world of interest swirling merchants, far from understanding and thus had the thought of his chest pounding.

At the same time, the girl, colorfully inheriting the blood of a business monster, had found the boy's peculiar talent. The ability to see and the logical thinking, these two things are slipping away. Just a glimpse of the fallout once, bounced out its drop point because the two combined at a high level.

A giant puddle of stinking water that dulls your thoughts, searching for things in this. That alone showed the boy's talent. Deep enough for a child's half to wear, but cloudy water does not reflect the bottom. Nevertheless, the scope of exploration will be efficiently expanded without duplicating and searching for the same places.

"I think we're almost there."

Again, look at the start of the fall and see the puddle, which is the drop point. I don't just show it in my eyes. In that moment, moment, in his head, his own formula is moving. No one taught me. Nor can it be expressed on paper. Now, an answer that can pop up with certainty. The thinking power that runs without rest to get there is also brilliant.

If he finds out about the formula, he's out of control. I had a feeling about that.

(This guy...)

Is that why...

"Yikes, ahhh! I found it! I'm a genius!

(One day, I feel like I'm going to make something amazing happen)

The boy with the pendant all over the mud, what I didn't remember that big of a surprise there. If he is talented, he can always find it. Strength, brainlessness of the mind that pierces the first will for purpose, even for the sake of others. Within watching it, expectations became certain, and when I realized it, it had become normal.

The girl shows surprise at the fact.

"Now it fits, doesn't it? Oh, you can't come near me. Because it's dirty."

I don't even have to look good. Trying to be all over the mud. It was undoubtedly a pendant of my mother's shapes, and the green visible from the mud gaps that adhered to it was the pale glow of emerald that my mother loved.

The girl shook her neck wide and vertical. The boy's face dusted with joy when he saw it.

"Good -. All you have to do is get rid of the dirt and go home."

Not only will the boy, but the girl will also have a stink creeping in with all this smell. If we were to drop this, we would need to do it quite a bit.

"Um, are we going home the way we were?

Boys are muddy with no idea what's included and not in such a condition that they can carry a girl. If the mud adheres to the abrasion, it is Ami the original tree.

"Yeah. Oh, don't worry. I'm going home."

"No, well, I appreciate the favor."

Look at the boy who answers the obvious, and the girl gets a little underrated.

"You think I'm gonna keep this up?

"Uh, and that's not the intention?

"It's stupid. If you do, you're gonna get scratched."

Idiot, it is a remote word for a girl. If it's cursory or dull, I've been directed at close words, and I know they say more than that in the shadows. But only fools have never been. Because I was smart.

"This way. Follow me. Favela and I found a secret place."

The boy smiles mischievously. There was an age-appropriate grin, somewhat relieved.

The place the boy invites is a little further off than The Marsh of Death - the road further down. Everyone didn't come near and thought this place was the end point. But the Marsh of Death is just a thing produced by a structure where water tends to accumulate, and even below it may not have been a phenomenon due to the lowest layers. It was more so as a boy's perception than it was as a matter of fact.

The vast majority of perceptions are at the bottom, and that's what they look like.

Just a little up and down again. In the first place, we had not been able to recognize that there was such a path until earlier. Haven't you seen the swamp of death too intense? again - didn't you see?

(Why? I feel more scared of this road than I just did)

There's no gaze. Soon the smell has disappeared as well. I'm not supposed to be walking that far, but the smell was completely gone. Only the back of a boy who progresses slowly feels counted on.

"You found it because of me, but Favela doesn't want to come. Why not?"

The girl thinks. I wonder why he doesn't feel scared of this place.

Compared to this path, it was so much more humane until earlier. There was even warmth.

"I got it. This is the bottom we found. In the meantime,"

Through a cave with artificial signs somewhere, the empty space was a dead end. It was a place that left an even more artificial scent than the road that came, and in the center there was a statue that followed a beautiful woman with a missing face and a pedestal where the two knights stared at each other to pinch it. The ceiling reflects the sky with blowouts and wildflowers bloom around. Fantastic landscape as if it had left this world. That was further stirring the girl's anxiety.

"Ah, Hilda stands around here. I'll be ready."

The girl stands by the pedestal as instructed, and the boy moves around with a spike. I put my hand on the metal handle that was nearby and turned it around as much as I wanted. At that moment...

"To?"

The girl was morose of the water flow spraying up from her feet. All of a sudden I get a particular reaction. But I lose it. I get a real buttcake, and Guerra and the boy laugh about whether that pompous look got in their bumps.

The place where the girl stood was a small fountain. The water that sprays up from the pedestal propagates a small aqueduct prepared between wildflowers and spreads radially. The pattern of the waterways weaving was irregular and regular, as if it were one city. It is a beautiful sight.

Two people surrounded by the green of the earth and the blue of the heavenly waters and the pale colours of the wildflowers. Fantastic sight, but they were a little too young to enjoy the view.

The girl was smart, but she was still a child of her age.

"Don't laugh!

The girl received water using her clothes and hit it on the boy within spills. A boy who wears water as much as he wants. "I did it," the water multiplication began from there like a child.

At the end of the hiatus, the boy sits on the pedestal. The water was running endlessly and flooded, but the boy today didn't care so much.

"No, that was fun. Your clothes are prettier, and Issequinicho is the one."

"Too shabby"

The girl blushing her cheeks out of embarrassment was sitting on a wild flowering little primitive. This one is also soggy, but I still don't really care that much about the fun.

"I'll get rid of some more fine dirt. Oh, should I wash my pendant, too? I'll give it back when I get rid of the dirt."

The boy shoots his head into the gushing water and washes it out.

While the boy was spotting the dirt, the girl felt comfortable, looked at the situation objectively and glanced at the situation too strange.

The more I think about it, the stranger this situation is.

Fountains that exist in unpopular places, where so much clear water comes out in large quantities. Considering the reason for its existence and who made it, there's not one answer. Despite the small scale, I don't see this amount of water, one tease.

It's like a magical sight.

"Wow, once again... it's beautiful"

There was one boy standing on the pedestal. Staring at heaven with glittering pendants in blisters. I can't figure out why you're looking at the sky through jade or at jade with the sky as the background. I don't know what to say. It's just, you know, beautiful.

"Nice."

The boy was fascinated by the stone. The girl looked like a vortex with a beautiful sight swallowing the boy. Beauty stirs desire. Beauty that could not be found at the bottom of the earth, not in the mud. In this fantasy, the green stone was releasing an alluring charm.

"Hey Hilda. I'll definitely give it back. Just a little more... Can I have it?

The girl was remembering my father's words.

'We are the ones who are giving value to the gem. At the same time, however, we must admit that the stone itself also possesses magical powers. I haven't attracted people for a long time, because they're demonic. That's why we have to be vigilant. To avoid becoming a merchant swallowed by products,'

The magic of gems. I guess this was where it would be maximized. Even that sweet-hearted boy who broke my bones for others earlier...

"… I will keep it"

"Yay! I'll definitely return it later. Absolutely, ever."

Because you look like a beast.

The girl was grateful to meet the boy. Thanks to the boy, I live. Thanks to the boy, the shapes were found. Even if the word return is a lie, the girl will not have any slight dust or negative feelings about the boy.

With one of those stones, he can buy an identity. For both of us, I'll buy it and you'll get lucky. Nowhere, such as the one who can't remember the confusion in such an environment. I have no choice.

The boy is also a person.

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Einhardt was running around Arkas, where the sun began to tilt. Ex-members are used to expand the scope of the search, and Carl also searches around with good friends Ignaerts and Frank, their business members. A considerable amount of time had already elapsed since the disappearance.

"Boy, I can't do this anymore."

"Something impossible? You can't lose your mother and not even Rutgard. I have to protect my family. On behalf of that man."

"... boy"

Fear of losing. Now that was the sentiment of nesting in a house called Taylor. If you lose your sister to the arrowhead that lost her mother, Einhardt will be unable to forgive herself forever. Definitely find it and show it. Without giving up, the Einhardts shrink their soles.

"Why, strangely enough, aren't there many soldiers from earlier?

As the sun begins to stain red and the world is engulfed in red, a variety of unusual intersect.