When I woke up at the inn, it was still a good time to say it was midnight because I slept early. I wouldn't wake up in the real world, but I don't have any extra drowsiness in this world. Next door Peter was asleep, but he had received an e-mail that he had sent before he went to bed.
Peter: I'm going to take a little nap. Exactly sleepy w I'll run and catch up tomorrow w
Yes, it is. Are you going to sleep for about three hours? The right proximity travels on foot without the use of a horseman, as they enjoy their journey, stopping by if there are any attractions. Even if I slept all day over here, I'd catch up enough.
You said you saw things at night because you were afraid to go back to the dead. That's a lie.
From the list of partner cards, 'Val's Wind Shoes' can be transferred to anybody's location. When I die now, I will be sent back to the Temple of Isle, but I realized that as long as Peter and Ruba are there, I can go back. Leaving the inn, taking a walk off the street. Even if it comes off, it's a trail.
When you look at the cut drawings (chizu), the streets of Suizumi are in the mountains along the sea. The mountains are close to the sea. Because of the unavailability of skills, or because the streets are also narrow and minimally maintained when they leave town. The paths are everywhere, where the hunters who do not appear on the map instead and the people who live by the grace of the mountains are not maintained from time to time.
[Dark vision] was quite precise, like the black and white movie could be seen with a tint of color, but in the way the moon looks about a bright night (here). The enemies that come out are certainly stronger than Ayle, but there is no difficulty in dealing with them because of their full gear.
Cloak Appraisal Results [I mean it, I get the indication that I mean it]
Hand Armor Appraisal Results [... um]
... Well, the status is up irregularly for the level, so no problem.
You pay for the red fire to suddenly fly out of the dark, and if you look at the fallen thing, it's a bee. Apparently this bee will only be covered with red suspicious fire when flying, and the name of the [appraisal] result was [Red Bee]. Is it also a nest somewhere, more flying as we move on? It's small on the fast side, and when touched, it makes the [burning] condition abnormal, so it's quite troublesome.
Dropping five or six red bees, the thing shaped like a dark shadow of a black monk hits me with one hand on a tin wand. Sometimes only the peeping teeth are white. This demon named [Yin Boy] can only be touched here when his teeth are peeking. The first encounter took damage with a tin cane that was supposed to have been taken with a sword reaching his shoulder.
We can't have a meeting, so we have to avoid it. It is quite troublesome to avoid at the root and branches of a tree on a path that reaches out. Moreover, the opponent slips through even the trunk rather than the branches of the tree and waves the scepter. [Carriage] I have no problem with my feet, but I have limited space to move around. It seems more efficient to fight with a fist like Singh or a short knife or something like Peter.
As soon as I got the distance, the shady boy opens his mouth and shows his white teeth. [shrinkage] to pack the distance at once, breaking both branches in the way. When playing with Babel, it was only useful when avoiding [shrinkage], but user-friendly for demonic opponents. Foxe-like demons have also been attacked, but this shady boy is the most troublesome.
Ruba's "Sword of the Moon Shadow" works great in fields that are uninterruptedly fine (...) coming at you because it comes with [Demon Slash Growth]. The more damage you can do the more demons you defeat. It doesn't really work during a boss war because it puts in a break or when the field switches back to its initial value.
The rank is 65, and thanks to the characteristic [Gear Rank Restriction Unlocked], it is also equipped at my level, but it cannot be as easy as before because the level of the Enemy of the Dependents is from 60. The enemies of the night rise to a level as well. As soon as I'm hunting red bees to get more aggressive as I grab a hot dog with minced onions and minced pickles on it.
Sausage with crisp skin, soft dog rolls lightly roasted only on the surface. Ketchup on grain mustard. It's delicious, but there's room for improvement, and when I eat it as I move, the minced drips off.
I hear a fun laugh that doesn't look good in the mountains. Going down a dark road towards that voice, my vision suddenly opened. Several blue fires float in the dead field, glowing the night exposure. In the end, they couldn't find the Red Hive, but they found something instead.
At the heart of the fire, a woman dressed like twelve dances loose with her fan in one hand, and two young men dressed in white claps dance to match the woman's movements. And the ghosts watching it.
A ghost with a red copper color and rigid hair on his arms and back.
Two corners of skin that are earthy like brushed blue tan (oh).
The first, corner.
They each have a big cup and seem to be eating booze. Some things looked close to people, but they are feasts of the ghosts. If you look closely, the dancing woman is also throwing up a tiny fire from her red mouth with a slight grin.
I had eyes.
"Smells, smells, smells of day."
Stop the pittance, the woman says.
"Whoa, whoa, sure"
"Who's peeking? Shall I eat you?"
"Let's have a feast."
"Shall we eat meat"
"Whoa, let's get my eyeballs done."
And the ghosts say in the words of the woman, You smell so bad, me? No, if it smells like day, it smells good?
"Hey, you"
A ghost of a man, as close to the figure of a man as a woman, calls out. Whatever you think, it's about me.
"I'm sorry to interrupt. Coming through."
I say quietly out of the trees.
"What is it, man?"
"If you want to eat, you should have a woman."
"I like children's meat."
"Well, wait, a man can be quite drunk, too."
There are a lot of half-naked little ghosts like a mix of beasts and people, but there are several men dressed in direct clothes. He looks like a person, but like a woman, he throws fire out of his mouth and sometimes turns into a ghost face with horns. They're close to what people look like, and the things they're wearing are partitioning the place.
"Ugh! Shut up! I'm talking!
Only one of the men dressed like a Heian aristocrat yells at a big man dressed like a martial artist. It's the first ghost I've ever spoken to. Only one person wears a machete and not a crown or a wuss hat like the other men.
"Whoa, you. Kill me."
The man happily says something noisy.
"It's all about drinking."
"No, he's vulnerable to booze, too."
"A savage man."
I'm a drunken boy. Whatever you think, it's the boss class.
"Ho ho, you two dance instead of me."
A woman laughs as she fans her mouth away. The lips peeking from the edges are connected red.
"If drinking drains the sword, I'm on the lookout side. Let's give up the place."
"Hmm, if it's funnier than the red leaf dance, I'll forgive you."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's better than the red leaf dance."
"But wouldn't it be nice once in a while"
"Oh, sometimes it's good"
The ghosts admitted it and became feathers going to the center of the wheel.
I also feel famous for her red leaves...... That or no way, Sugawara Do-jin or the Emperor Sotoku... no, that wasn't a ghost. It was a grudge. No, are ghosts and spirits alike?
The drunken boy apparently wanted to match up when he saw the sword of the stripper I was raising. The battle brain is troublesome.
On behalf of the red leaves, I perform sword dancing in the center of the circle surrounded by ghosts, me and drunken swallowing. It wasn't an atmosphere where I could say no, and if I did, I said no, so I ended up taking it because it was all about fighting the other guy or something. He prefers to fight strong things. I was also allowed to recover the EP before the match, and if there are any other anomalies, around telling me to cure them now, it's fair.
... but if you're weak, you lose interest immediately, and the other ghosts will scratch or tear, but they won't give you a glimpse.
Take the sword of alcohol swallowing with the back of the moonshadow sword, and flush it. When I took it at the peak, the blade seemed to spill a rigid sword.
Drinking and swallowing, which should have been dark hair black eyes, is now transformed into a flaming red hair and a glittering golden eye abnormality. The muscles also thrive, and a red pattern floats on its arms like a double bulge, on its chest.
"Pleasant, mortal!
"Hate, I'm not human now."
Well, I was human at first, and the feeling is fine because I'm naturally human in the real world. Drinking that deepens the grin, gently avoiding stepping in and paying for the horizontal giraffe.
"Good, good! It's been such a pleasure since I fought Spotted Pigeons."
The name of the former Sword Emperor came out. Avoid swords that have been waved down and through the sides of alcohol swallowing. The ghosts (galleries) surrounding them stand up, but they tend to be nervous about drinking, so they don't come into their heads without meaning.
Predicting movement is easier than Sacubus. No wings, no tricky moves. However, when it comes to dealing with it, the story is different. The speed, the weight of the sword that comes slashing on me. You'll be reading this move. Two hands, three hands. If you win by reading each other, you will be the feather to take a heavy blow with your sword. Fortunately, I have little room to take it with my sword, but even in the current state where my status is jumping, I lose my strength and my hands are numb.
I can keep up with speed.
Sacubus was using a teleport. What's the deal?
How were Peter and Heavenly Sound fighting?
Try to slip the matching sword and step toward drinking. With a fist with a sword in his hand, let him escape by gently pulling the sword back from here, aiming at his knees and slashing him in.
"Eh."
Replaced again and alcohol swallowing jumps away. The blow, which I had to turn around, was lightly avoided, but I also changed my direction and put myself in the right position to deal with alcohol consumption.
Replace, avoid, and meet.
A sword-pressed wind that blurs your face.
Stepping foot, flashing white blade.
A strange feeling that widens your vision and overlooks you.
The signs and smell are far away, far but clearly visible.
Sound and vibration are felt all over the body, the skin.
The movement of the other person's nerves in front of him, the movement of the flesh of the distant ghosts.
Look and grasp without seeing.
Though my heart is groaning, I can't tell you how exalted I am.
Oh, I'm hungry -!
"Sorry, I'm out of EP. It sucks if you don't eat."
It's not tight, it's poorly dressed, but if you don't pull it off here, it's catastrophic.