Tower of Karma

A handmade hammock, the latest collection of charcoal desserts (masquerades) by Au Pie painters disguised as a book of elusive philosophy in one hand. I was in a good mood for lunch break.

(... It's wonderful that it starts out daring to express itself in charcoal so that it can be produced in bulk. The line, plump, supple and somewhere that can only be drawn on Au Pie painters. I want to see the real one for once because it's this one in duplication. the colored one if you can)

Incidentally, disguise in philosophical books is also a painter's idea. I want gentlemen from all over the world to hide from their families and love reading. The most boring looking outfit created from that one heart is also full of love. No one will want to look at this fitting and read it.

(Woohoo, it's a peaceful and good day again)

The man thanked God for it, and it was time to take a nap, so he just didn't know if the lid was open or closed.

"Dear Skoll! El Touré is on the move!

I couldn't close it.

"... yes, hmm. Good night, then."

"Dear Skoll!

"You're loud, Ottolino. You are."

"If you are comfortable! El Touré is three times more powerful than Dawn End, as we talked about before. Advantages in siege warfare have disappeared in numbers. And on top of that..."

"I know. Shut up. Well, in due course, El Touré wins. I know that. So, why don't we make a scene? You got a problem with El Touré winning?

"The land has so many minerals that it was once sandwiched with the land of iron, and its own steelmaking technology that did not even leak out in this patented era. If El Touré takes that away from me."

"So he said El Touré would be good. In front of the building, that's not the country. It is the Community of all the Member States. Even steelmaking technology would be a shared thing if El Touré got it, wouldn't it? It's not a bad story. Isn't it better to have fun and better than to work hard and take the vest?

"Well, that's true, but that's just a pre-construction story"

"If you step off there, El Touré immediately turns the whole of Laurencia against the enemy. Now they're not stupid enough to commit that stupidity. I believe them. Good night, then."

Let's see Skol lay down fast. Dropping men. Skoll coughed up "hi hon" and woke up again after seeing how it looked with one thin eye and thought it looked a little pathetic.

"That was a good report. Once the plate surface has moved, it won't stop anymore. Tell everyone to keep an eye on the battlefield from here. If El Touré wins, the report should be slow. Let's loosen up and withdraw. But if El Touré loses..."

Skol opens his eyes thinly. As for him, I intend to clear him up.

"I mean it, too. Tell everyone."

"Yes! I'll tell him! His Excellency the General said he was finally motivated!

"... that's disrespectful of you"

"Excuse me!

Skol sighs looking at his men's backs as he rushes. Lay low and keep the book close to hand. I wasn't in the mood to read anymore.

(That guy is the type to be thorough with a solid soldier, contrary to his appearance and mild behavior. Win, lose, lose. I'm a conductor who can make the difference in power results. There is no loss to El Touré for his power of war, his arsenal, his newest weapon, whatever he takes. If it's just that guy, it'll be just as assumed)

I had a feeling I could ignore it because of the adhesive condition. I don't like it if it moves out, but it floats.

(If you still lose. Dawn End will have a special that can overshadow the results. So, if we lose, we have to fight the seniors of the war fools, including him. I'm gonna lose my temper. Besides, I also have to watch Estado move)

Skol scratching his head looking troublesome.

(I wish His Majesty was here at a time like this. At least, Mr. Ulysses. Fenris is good because... it makes it easier. I just want my men separated. He's just brilliant. He pulled it out of the Navy.)

Always this guy is wandering, full of prodigal holes. Skol is about to cry when he thinks of the hand of the queen who is establishing this as a country and the hardships that come with it. However, he doesn't want to take on one stick because he wants to be a pain in the ass either.

(... will it be okay? Just go to sleep)

A call to sleep in seconds as it is. My liver was pretty stuck.

The appearance of dark hair and blonde hair still mixing in. In addition, the body is quite large, and the person does not admit to being stubborn, but it is a thread. The name of that man...

Commander of the Army of the Kingdom of Valhall, Skol Grapenille. He is a young and chosen man to head the Valhall Army. Though I can't imagine it from the way you flawlessly stretch and hit the back of your head.

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Estaard's army, sent for versus Dawn End, was currently experiencing its greatest predicament. In the wake of reports that El Touré had made a move, a few days of continuing the operational meeting with what was going on, it happened when the impasse was extreme.

"... Ku, Lady Clavireno. How do you look?"

"You'll see... they busted me"

He was the brave warrior of the war and one of the few allowed to name the fierce, but the appearance of him poking into the walls of an intermittent private house and losing his way was, at first glance, unusual.

"Tell them all. Our Lady Campeador is angry."

"Uh, did you have it well? It was a request not only from Master Zeno, but also from the second generation, so I was motivated and self-contained -"

"The second generation raised a lot of heads, too. I can't believe you're just sitting there in an ops meeting, even if you're not a little girl, and you're bored to death."

"What... is that better?

"You would have sat down for a while, wouldn't you? Keep your big body as small as you can."

"I see. If that's what you mean -"

While Clavireno's men are speaking, one house collapses with the explosion sound. "Uh, I did it," he said, sighing with Clavireno. At the end of his men's gaze...

"If you storm, you storm!

"Well, we are now discussing what to do with that assault. Please be quiet."

"Yikes! Go gar and hit dawn and win bubba! Yes. Perfect operation. Anyway, Xena wants to fight! I'm here to fight a war! You know what I mean!?

It was this rampant woman who led the army formed for the versus Dawn End to hide what. The height goes far beyond the boundaries of women and so much so that I wonder if it doesn't even fit into the human boundaries in the first place. Her name was Xena Sid Campeador, who was small in the first line but grew up like a monster.

It would be a delicacy since the first El Sid in the sense of talent as a samurai.

"Dear Xena, Things that say war in this era don't just make up momentum. The fortress, with the hands of a man who is the leader of Dawn End, only gets more damage if it strikes the dark clouds. We rely on the second generation to avoid damage wherever possible. Please wait until we can find a solution. And that's what the second generation wants."

Xena, who gets given a second generation name and gets sober.

"Uh, with something I'm used to"

"Did the second generation say,? Exactly, you're in good shape."

Clavireno breaks down the walls and gets out with strength. A man who is a subordinate shakes his head as he raises his hand. After all, this is what he does all the time.

"Ku, Master Krabireno. What can I do for you?

"Let me confirm one thing. Elvira ordered you to avoid damage?

"No matter how brave you are, calling the second generation by its name..."

Clavireno waves the clam to block the words. The chillness of the chains wrapped around his neck was a genuine intention to kill. As a staff officer, this behavior is toward an opponent whose rank is higher than his own. The ambient reactions were in two straight lines. The supposedly young Hope turn their gaze of condemnation, and as they grow older it turns into a gaze of praise.

"This Clavireno Alanis is asking. Answer me, motherfucker. If Elvira throws up a fucking line before the war, I'll give her the guidance. That's the role ahead of us. Now answer with all your heart. One word from you, one spark is gonna burst, okay? I wonder if you're ready to break the country, boy."

A young man who leaks his piss in front of Clavireno's anger. I'm good at twisting around knowledge, and I guess I'm undoubtedly good at that. In the time to come, all we need is people like them. Regardless of the special like Xena, the time had come just around the corner for half-way samurai like myself to become unnecessary.

But the time has not yet come.

Above all, the only opponents you can fight from now on are idiots who only know how to live fighting in circles to themselves. If they're going to fight the old days, they need to be a little foolish.

A siege without sacrifice is impossible. Time to explore the vest, the more it takes, the more damage around you spreads. Because they're not just doing it with their income in the steel industry, they're doing it with supplies that they've robbed from the surrounding area.

"Also, I'm sorry. I don't think he said anything about it."

"Mistakes are in everyone. Don't worry about it, Chief of Staff."

Things change with a puffy Xena on her ass.

"There will only be three things you can do to loosely siege a siege and attack a soldier, mimic a hole digging curl and attack it from the bottom, or ladder it up and drop it from the top without hating the sacrifice. Well, most of all, it would be impossible to pattern your enemy's land. There are as many dead spots, as there are ways out, with all those border lines. Then the rest is two choices, take hole-digging and other pranksters to use your time to hold back the sacrifice, or take time to attack and crush them all at once. I don't have the time I'm calculating."

All Clavireno's men spent the same amount of time together on the battlefield. Even a fool can be close to that side of the battle. They have done so and learned in the field. Inefficient, but weighty.

"We will report! El Touré lost! Dawn End is still alive!

"... that's such an idiot. It hasn't just begun."

"Again, this is unexpected"

"... that's a tricky one"

'Results' that everyone complains about. Only Xena doesn't know very well and keeps pounding. Rubbing my stomach really is a sign that I'm starting to get hungry. By the way, I just had a delicious whole pork roast about an hour ago.

Although it is a piglet - it is annoying.

"Dear Xena, You will take advantage of our generals as you please."

"Then it's an assault. After dinner."

"All the sacrifices born there are your responsibility. Is that all right with you?

"That's obvious. That's why Xena runs in with the fastest spear. It's the war Xena wants to fight. Besides, Xena and the others need to take you down... my people are waiting."

There is no majesty in her face laughing as a matter of course. Innocent, pure, she was a warrior. Zena Sid Campeador, with a mentality of the old times and a great talent of value as a symbol even in the new era, is undoubtedly, without a single doubt, a true successor.

On a fierce day, El Sid Campeador's.

"Then let's all have dinner! After that, war, okay!

She said with ease as if snacks were rolling out into a picnic with one hand.

Let's go to war.

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El Touré lost. The information spread instantly to the surrounding area as well.

"... are you able to have bad eyes at times like this?"

Valhall also starts again. More than this has happened, Estado will be moving too. If it does not move, take the time to discuss it alone. Either way, if you don't move at an awkward speed, you're out of your way. That cannot be more than a position to represent the country.

"Well, suppose I respond to His Majesty's opportunity? I'll be there, Mr. Bag."

Skoll's eyes opened thinly. The other guy is a former comrade, some people have taught themselves a lot. Sometimes that's why I get it. If they are opponents, they will not take a step backwards in tactical terms. That's why I'm on guard.

Because that's what they brought down El Touré.

(If it's settled so quickly, El Touré probably didn't like to attack from the front and used his hand. I dared to make a gap and fit it in. Something like that.)

The problem is then fitted and 'killed' way.

That will change the way you fight. Even Estado's movements change. El Touré won't back down like this either. No matter how many assailants were crushed, there can be no devastation at this early age. If you get back on your feet, you can fight. It will be a battle of triplets, four bars.

Speed is strength, and the wolf factor is passed down to him as well.