Tower of Karma

Arcadia's prince and knight king, three bird humans, were provisionally enlisted in a lightly dressed horseback riding squad that would become an ultra-light armored horseback riding platoon led by Zeno. A horse rocks me and walks through the land of red tea.

"How did you know we were going over the mountains?

"Hmm? Xena's report is half the story, and quite frankly I'm doing grassroots work imitating the brains of the White King and the current King. You know, in Valhall, the Knight King made a huge outburst, and he met the heavenly lion on his way to negotiate with Vike, and he lost things brilliantly."

Alfred, look at Ark with a dazed eye.

Ark gorgeously put this through.

"like a blonde, blue-eyed boy who's arranged for the queen's immediate nomination all over Gallias."

Ark turns his gaze to Alfred with a garlic.

Alfred took his gaze off the "muggle".

"Well, a lot. Combining all sorts of information, I was convinced that the Knight King and the prince of Kusumoto were together. Then, of course, it will cross, El Blanc. A boy."

"I Girl"

"This is rude, little birdie"

"Yelena Keel. What's a little birdie?

"You were rude on top of each other. Xena said little birdie, little birdie, so I followed her out. Let's apologize, Lady Keel. By the way, can I help you with your destination or your rush?

"No, especially"

"If so, I'll show you this Estado. Mr. Estado and Xeno Sid Campeador are right there!

"Hmmm. It's something you don't even wish for!

"Yes. Thank you."

"Thanks"

"Ha ha! Leave everything to this Xeno!

Alfred looks at things with a smile. "Zeno! Zeno!" and that the eyes of his men, who can take a drink, are dead. Zeno and Ark, the two of them exchanging disappointingly hard handshakes were very meshing, and the boy did not miss the dull light that dwelt behind his eyes.

"Okay, let's start with -"

Follow Zeno's lead.

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"You're a masked son of a bitch tonight! Alexis, what a scurvy name kid. If it hangs in the hands of our hero El Blanco, it's a tickle! Come on, I'm tense. I'm tense! I don't know how many seconds to hold it, it's gonna pile up like this in ten seconds!

Alfred too. Alexis was supposed to decorate his debut at Estado. A land with nothing off the border town, El Touré or even the trading route with Valhore. That's why this kind of entertainment is popular. to depressed daily distractions. They seek inspiration.

(See, this is what happens)

Alfred turns his attention to Arc and Xeno, who watch the sobriety in one hand. An arc that put all the rest of the road bank into this fight, or Alfred's victory. Zeno sneaks up on it, too. It's a very unmotivated situation.

Next door, strange bird humans were "hang in there, hang in there," and adorable support was managing to improve Alfred's motivation that was swinging in the negative direction.

"Hey fucking little one. Get rid of the wrong kid."

(... and here, 'behind', or)

Traces of blood splashed. Some of them are strangely familiar with it. I can't get rid of the stink. This was a battlefield for anything that was illigual, to say the least. Perhaps, he's also allowed to kill.

"Don't shut up. Say something, Ola!

(I see why Mr. Zeno, who is above you... was keeping the troops on standby where they left off. Well, what am I supposed to do? There are no challenges from Mr. Ark, and Mr. Zeno has not said anything in particular. I don't really like those trying eyes, either)

Within Alfred's thinking, the El Blanco who kept being ignored pierces him as he punctuates the axe two waves. The game has begun in disintegration.

"You can kill me, though."

Boosh and Alfred snap.

Make a break for it and start making matches like a gladiator for now. Meeting like that, exploring the landing spot while playing a good game, that's the sword fight so far. The enemy is not so weak. I can tell by the atmosphere. I also have experience with killing there.

That's why I know. Absolute difference. And maybe this guy can't stop. If you don't die, you won't know the side. scattered at Dawn End. They knew and killed and many were taking away. This man doesn't understand. I don't understand, I'm just drowning in the pleasure of taking it away.

There is a cold light in Alfred's eyes. Bounce out the value of the enemy with a grin.

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"Hmm, this is inside again. It's exactly the king's vessel."

"Hmm. Dawn End's greatest feat would have been the growth of vessels, their food"

There was no danger. Calm, cold, worthy. Don't hesitate to distinguish between what you need with a grin and what you don't. Humanity faded. I can see that it's no longer kind. But that's the strength the king needs.

"The way we fight is also very clever. Your preferred style of combat."

"Gahaha, did you see what you wanted to see, Zeno?"

"It's more than I expected. As far as I'm concerned, being unfriendly is a point higher."

"Not nice, huh?"

A boy who continues to sneak up on his opponents and stands around to escape. Naturally, audiences who have been looking for inspiration get booed.

"You're gonna kill that one, aren't you? This whole place."

"... maybe. I guess not everything in this space is beautiful for that kid. Even on the outside, on the inside, on the inside, that's what Dawn End even found." Beauty, "if you can find it, you can't shake one heart."

"Dawn End must have finished the warriors. Ethics, morality and justice necessary for those who are in the flock. They are only shackles to those who lead the flock. He learned how to shackle off. With that youthfulness, your gaze is already on people"

"It is a sad thing. It is also necessary. If the king is swayed once and for all, the flock is just confused. It is also the king's duty not to waver, but to persevere, if he decides that even his flesh and blood are corrupt."

"It will also be the king's duty not to rot."

"Dear Left. Hence, difficult. There's no answer."

As the Arks watched, the struggle was about to usher in a settlement.

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"One more step, one more step and we'll be"

The body, which also breathed constantly and went up and down as hard as it breathed on its shoulders, no longer had a decent motor function. The masked boy against me hasn't let him cut one breath.

"A little more. Just a little more."

The gap created by Alfred, the moment he finds it, the man runs his squeezy body with his death force. It has always been dominant. There was an air from the beginning that seemed to knock him down, that seemed to win. That's why the man kept attacking.

Now, even at this moment.

"And one more step wo!

I can win. I can win. I can win. A man's experience, the history of the war he's been diving through, appeals to his sensibilities for victory. I am here now because I have ever won and survived. I had the pride of being neither campeador nor fierce, but still far above average.

But a boy who doesn't know the world of war is about to smash it.

The eyes tell me that the times, the experiences, everything you've seen have been pointless.

"Me, ha!

A quick toss, a blow that squeezed everything, was ruthlessly flickered away.

One thing, the boy's eyes behind the mask are not shaking.

"Me, ha."

Limitation of energy strength. Kneeling warrior. The pinnacle of longing to shine as much at the end of the place, all piled up crowned with el, loses light. You can be a hero here. The last fort as a warrior that inspires and cheers everyone collapses.

"That's boring."

The word tore everyone's heart apart on this occasion. The eyes completely trample their enthusiasm. I poked that your fanatical stuff was to this extent, and forced you to destroy your stimulated mind and let it kill all of this place.

Everyone was losing their voice. On the way, everyone noticed. All this time, we were played, including ourselves. He said it was all on the palm of the masked knight.

"Borderline people, isn't it a terrible story to ravage their trivial entertainment this way"

A man who speaks up in a quiet venue.

"There's blood in vain. trivial, doesn't it have a narrative?

Alfred's words of return turned toward him, making him the son of a perfect hero, where there was no stranger in Estado, and where himself was also the thick face of the literary martial arts.

"Jesus, it's Zeno Sid Campeador!

A quiet venue builds heat on Russia.

"Oh. It was a slightly overgoing stimulus. That's why I came here to stab the goose. Don't feed the people of this land too much."

Zeno's eyes were directed at the well-dressed who were looking at him and panicking. Those who painted this place black, which was originally grey without killing. mechanisms for intense stimulation and squeezing away from the foolish people. He appeared here to destroy it and restore it to moderate entertainment.

(I see. Have the soldiers waiting outside already deployed and netted,? My name is Lydiane, and once again, I've been used. out of perception...... that's unpleasant)

"Nevertheless, folk grass has entertainment. Daily fun is the only way to moisturize your life. I'm not willing to note the bet itself. It would be cruel to strengthen it in this reddish earth. For everyone, nah."

"What do gladiators say, but that's what it needs to be a battle, is it?

"Even if there is. That is the land of the martial arts, Estado. I had it attached to a little cleaning. It's home training to double your debt. Now it's time to teach Estado."

Xeno laughs at the garlic. Alfred also laughed bitterly at the joy of the bottomless. Another big difference with Lydiane. Not like my father, direction.

Alfred thinks we need to learn.

Zeno Sid Campeador, whether he wants it or not, he will sooner or later stand on the same level as himself. I don't know. I smelled a path, a royal road.

Yelena, who didn't even know what that thought was and couldn't tell if a settlement had been reached, continued her healthy support, "Hang in there, hang in there". There is no arc figure next to it.

Where have you been?

"I won't let you get away with it!

There was a Knight King who tried to grab the root of his torso and take a dividend. I'm good at stomping down, but I didn't know I'd stand to be stomped down. The Knight King's Valve.

Knight King Ark, it's scum there.