Overnight drying of thick mulberry mackerel. Spring chrysanthemum roast with soy sauce after boiling to avoid becoming watery. Spring Chrysanthemum likes and dislikes it, so another dish, the blue-barred vegetables (Chinsai). Sprinkle with mirin and soy sauce, and a little teak for those with blue infarcts.
The fat coming out of the mackerel is still making small noises all over the place and blowing out onto the table. When I put on the chopsticks, my skin tears up and the hot air rises from my white body. Plump body, grease between body and skin and a happy flavour. Pick a spring chrysanthemum hiccup for a mouthful of greasy mackerel and it's refreshing in your mouth.
"Ugh."
Drinkable drinking is eaten while pouring the fat out of his mouth with alcohol, not with a whiskey. Was Darkram too strong to pour in, like his own booze?
Your mouth, my lord.
"No, you know. I'd like you to eat some red leaves before it gets cold."
You can eat it yourself, so, uh, don't. And then stop softly mixing up the "night stuff". Other than what I provided, it's just a mix of edible things. It's not tacky.
"Let's sleep together in our world."
Red leaves that come on petite and supple so that you wear a half from your shoulder.
"Speaking of which, what brings you here?
Me attracted with my arms on my shoulder by a drink swallow and stripped from the red leaves.
"Drinking!
My regrettable red leaf eyes stain red for a moment.
"I told you I wouldn't do it! This is mine! 39, 39!! I'm going to have more fun fighting. What the fuck!!!
"Me and my bedding will make you happy!!
And the beginning ghost vs ghost.
The proud sword of alcohol swallowing and the fire produced by the red leaf fan. Fighting between higher-level ghosts of different types is promising. The ghosts are happy to make a scene about the new offering. Is this, "Don't fight for me!" Should I? "I won't tell you.
On the other hand, I think it seems a little cumbersome to get tangled up every time at this rate, the battle between these two ghosts is also eye bliss.
In this banquet space, ghosts can safely watch, even if they are amputated, go back to normal. The first time I was surprised to see it back to normal without anything - that is, the second time alcohol swallowing and red leaves kill (or) each other. Finally, they can use their skills too...... I didn't realize!
"I also seem to have heard of alcohol consumption, what brings you to this abandoned (...) feast?
Watching the battle between alcohol consumption and red leaves, a sneaky man in black dresses approaches and calls out. A kind voice for a ghost.
"Is the main purpose of finding ingredients? Rice, sunflower, miso, soy sauce... I already got the teak. to the hot springs and, if possible, mastery of the 'charm'. Proficiency in the tail of nine tails?
There's nothing to hide in particular, except about the right proximity.
"... tail?
"Fine and mundane, I guess."
"Also fu...?
I'll rephrase it because it conveyed signs of a man's confusion.
"It's a fine fluffy hairy, isn't it?
"... it's not there"
"No? Why don't you sit down?
Well, not my seat, but my booze seat. There's no cloth, just a box foot meal. There, a man sits.
"You are heterogeneous to a resident, and who are you?
"I don't know for myself, is it because the Gentiles are heterogeneous?
"Gentiles......, for Gentiles, the signs of the world are intense"
What are the signs of the world, the love of the gods? The difference between a resident and a Gentile is somewhat sensible. Most residents seem to have at least one protection of the gods from birth. Because of this, the Gentiles (players), who have just begun sheltering and nothing, have no roots in this world and feel heterogeneous. That heterogeneous feeling is gradually disappearing from the Gentiles. That's more pronounced than a strong Gentile (player). - Even the Gentiles (players) can be distinguished by their outfits and behavior, and [appraisals] can tell.
"What can I call you?
"With red plums."
As soon as a man is named, the contours of the carrot become clear and the scholarly white face appears. I know it's a pseudonym, but I can recognize it now. Pull aside drunken eating and serve new dishes. Master-in-law's (first) daikon root. The radishes are so soft that the chopsticks pass irresistibly, and I often inhale the taste of the radishes.
In the center, alcohol swallowing has slashed the flames of red leaves from one end. The slaughtered fire becomes one again and again, and the fire that is created from the fan shows no signs of diminishing, even if there are signs of increasing. The increased fire runs simultaneously in a swing of red leaf fans.
"What is this again..."
A red plum sprinkles a radish, carrying it in his mouth and leaking his voice. Unlike fillets, the clam is moist with lots of fat. It takes a lot of work to take blood, scales, and treat them so that they don't smell raw, but it's worth the effort. The other dish is vinegar lotus root, shaky teeth and moderate sweetness and acidity.
(11) Daikon did not serve so much because it was meant to be a dish of sake, but red plums were meant to be sake and seemed to be enjoying tea, so I serve goose (raku) for tea contracting. Then I also included one in my mouth. No roughness, sweetness that dissolves in your mouth in an instant.
I asked [woodworking] to hold the goose moulding for tea pickles. Then I asked for the Thai grill mould, [blacksmith] and [craftsmanship] held Peter, and when I did, I watched the battle between alcohol consumption and red leaves, remembering that I was baffled that a realistic Thailand could be made.
I don't mind the alcohol swallowing burning my skin, I turn my sword toward the red leaves. The golden eyes of stepping in, the red leaves of interception and the glowing eyes. Mouth caught in the shape of a laugh. The battles between ghosts who have given their true nature (s) look just as beautiful.
"Was it a 'symbol'"
A small seating table appeared as the red plums, who finished eating and took a breath, slipped their hands to the side to stroke something.
"For a meal. If I may, I can help you."
Even while Red Plum says it, a little ghost brings a box. The complete fingertips that open the box are beautiful, and the letters that come from these fingers vaguely must be beautiful, I suppose.
Well, I haven't done calligraphy since graduation. Memories of being accidentally placed in the calligraphy department because the majors' professors are not large enough. Red plums transfer water from the adorable water spill that fits in their hands and ink it. As I thought, the streamlined ink marks produced.
"Like a shrine or this feast, you can only fill in skills where they can be used, as well as skills you can use. This can be used by 'Shidenfu', level 50 equivalent lightning magic passing through magic. Except for the characters written by the person, or the formula used, you seem to lose about 20% of the effect from the ability of the original symbol."
I am given a symbol written by Red Plum. Wait, so Red Plum means you can use Level 50 + Thunder Magic!
If I turned to the center for a blur that contained suddenly rising joy, alcohol swallowing would have just slashed off one arm of red leaves. The ghosts around me are yawning. On the basis of invincibly laughing alcohol swallowing, a severed red leaf arm flies, turning the flesh so much that a bone can be seen. He aimed at his throat, but he twisted himself and avoided drinking, so he seemed to have done it with two arms. The red leaf arm goes back to her sleeve like nothing happened.
"Sa, try to hold the brush"
He gives up his seat to Red Plum and holds a brush. The battle between alcohol consumption and red leaves is booming, but red plums are completely through.
"Language is fine"
Red Plum says so, but the symbol that says' Thunder 'or something in the brush reminds me of an interesting t-shirt somewhere overseas and I feel like laughing. Mimic it to red plum and write "The Thunder God". The strongest, level 35 lightning magic I can use right now. It's as far away as 50! No, I think I'm going to spit blood on the letters I wrote myself before that.
"Do they use thunder magic..., that's a beautiful letter"
Stop lining up with examples written by Red Plum! I don't feel complimented!!!! I'll cry!!
"Gentiles are heard to be masterable to this extent, whether they let them live or not."
Red plum looks at this one and confirms it.
"Yeah, thanks to you. I think I'll probably remember it at the end of the next fight. Thanks."
"No, this way. It's been a long time since I've gotten anything to please my tongue. By the way, do you know what they call the Magic Book?
"Is it the book on which the Demon King writes down the deceased's acts and sins?
"No, not that way...... It's also known as the Bills of Lading Book, and this is it."
I turned to myself and put out something on my desk with a cover and a back cover ledge that would be a long piece of paper when folded open. The shape does look like Mijo Seal Book.
"By pressing a bill of laden things here, you will be able to serve as a ceremony. You can only contract a bunch of elephant kids once, but a bunch of high-ranking things like ours make a deal."
When the red plum puts its hand on the surface, the bill rises even though it is not inked. It was a ghost bill with sharp nails that was shown, even though I said it was a lazy hand for a man to hit.
"Priority will be the contractor you are calling, but those named in the exception can be forced to re-summon the formula that others are calling"
Then he writes a letter under the bill. The written letters are not red plums. Red plums, thunder, celestial desks are you, aren't you afraid to model them? No, he seems to be renaming a bit. Though I do!
"Please accept"
"Ain't that awkward? It's our first meeting."
"I have an advantage, too. I'm not going to lose at night, but sometimes they'll knock me out and take my bills in the presence of Yang (hi). Because in that case, you can't choose who you want. When you sign a contract, you will be able to gain some freedom even from Yang."
You didn't try to set the leaves free, did you? and say why you chose me. Well, it's true that the kind of subpoena is a motto to let go.
"We might call them into battle, huh?
"Hehe, I'm a ghost too"
It seems ok to call into battle. I don't look like a ghost at all in terms of appearance or character, but maybe I like fighting as much as drinking and red leaves.
"If it's okay with me."
Receive a "Magic Book" with bills on one item from Red Plum.
Skills [Formula] Acquired
"[Ceremony] Got" Lord Thunder ""
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!
"I ran out of here!!!!
I heard a scream of red leaves and an anger of alcohol swallowing. Um, is a ghost something that wants to be a ceremony? The image is the opposite.
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Increase
Skills
[Formula] "Thunder Lord"
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