"Oh, he said we're going for the big hole!!!!
A day to go back from the Yingjie Syriac ceremony of the Tors.
Nine men and women were packed in the conference room at the City Hall in Boundary Street, Dadan.
Nine border streets dotted on the eastern side of the central country.
Those are the former Yingjie who rule them.
They are all masterpieces that have sealed the Great Pit Hole, and let's call them such facial rashes that have long taken command on the front lines.
Naturally, the atmosphere in which it was put together was far removed from the habitual people, so that the officials who opened the door to make tea could not even stand up without screaming.
The reason for such a gathering of city chiefs is face-to-face encounters with newcomers who would be a new addition to this gathering.
And it's a confirmation of how he attacked the troublesome Labyrinth Lord.
In particular, the activity of the owners of the skilled trees, who do not belong to the lineage of the six great gods, was echoed by various rumors throughout the eastern side of the central kingdom.
It also includes drawing on other competent adventurers and building friendly relationships with the new border neighborhoods that have been put on aid.
The border neighbourhood of Dadan, in particular, after having formed an superior alliance with Bossaria, and even more so this time, the citation of having acquired vast tracts of land, will put the new border neighbourhood under protection.
It is no exaggeration to say that one head is out.
For that reason, the mayors were coming to this meeting in an attempt to benefit at all.
More than the situation in our country has ever smelled worse, we now need to bring back some information in favour of our city.
Former Yingjie and others are willing to do so, but the discussion was close to a shoulder watermark.
A new candidate for city mayor is the Ethereal Scale water-user maiden.
Young people who have not reached half the age of attendees at this meeting.
Although he does possess a notable healing talent, it is easy to see that it is also the combination of sacred relics that have been chosen as city chiefs.
And it is a story that neither the battle with the labyrinth lord at heart nor the reference that only one man ended with one sword.
After listening to a single report, we moved on to the story of how the fixed dungeons of nature and our own land were cumbersome and unbearable to begin with.
It's not a matter to hide specifically, or rather, publishing information can be the thread of the offense, or depending on the situation, the offense can go on all at once by exchanging adventurers (trade), etc.
While we were being chased by busyness, it was also from the sincere desire of the city governors to make time and come all the way here to make our city a little stronger.
But that conversation also eventually turns into stupidity, such as how the temple and the uprising of the country, how the Chamber of Commerce will spare some money, or how an adventurer who threw a lot of money in anticipation retired with a light injury.
The way the fierce men who are supposed to have earned the title of Yingjie spill their displeasure orally is just an old man who keeps repeating himself.
Even the earlier officials are so transformed that they pour tea substitutes flat.
In the meantime, in an enviable tone, the Sie of the Cui Yu tribe, the head of the border town southeast of Dadan, shook the subject.
"By the way, Lord Dadan, what are you going to do now?
"If the city is also at peace, you'll be free at once. As much as I envy you."
"Hmm, this is going to be a crisp retirement and you're going to feel comfortable."
"What! Dadan, you can't do that without me."
"Calm down, calm down. I have no intention of retiring. There's still one big job left to do."
To his allies, who began to accuse him verbally, the old warrior let him lift his nigga and his mouth horn.
Cie overlaps her ideas with interest in the way she looks.
"I lost the monster threat, and the cultivation of backward moves was brilliant, blossoming. Then the rest is about developing the land."
"No, I'm not leaving it all to my sons."
"Then you're surrendering. I can't think of the great work that Lord Dadan needs to do right now."
"Don't you know what the Lord is after? It's a huge mountain, but I'm going to try myself before I die."
"Don't bother, Dadan. Say it quickly."
The mouth-watering old man, familiar from earlier, is Mugargo, the head of the borderline further south than Dadan or Sie.
He boasts a giant body that has been pulled out during this gathering, and in his active life he is the shield user of the Tea Horn clan, which took his immovable alias.
It was a work of the same age as Dadan and a good competitor in his active life.
Having gathered everyone's gaze, Lao Xiong revealed the answer lightly.
"I'm not going to try the Big Hole of Coma."
And it leads to the first voice of surprise.
Former Yingjie, who opened his mouth in a flash, but immediately regained his mind and continued the conversation.
"Hey, are you serious? Dadan."
"... if you suddenly wonder what to say. Whatever it takes, it's paranoid."
"I think it's good to have dreams."
"But it's not sanity. Too reckless."
As each of them gave their thoughts as if they were frightened, just one man opened his mouth who didn't even get a surprise look at Dadan's remarks earlier.
"When are you due? Director Dadan."
"Mostly not in two weeks."
"Then you're going to be able to make some time. I've just pointed it out many times before, but you have too many roots. More room..."
"Damn, you're as loud as ever. I was suddenly told, too. Spare me."
For the exchange between Saccou, the current mayor of the city of Bossaria, and Dadan, his former boss, the other seven will also look as if they had eaten.
"Lord Sackow, the..., I don't really see the story"
"What do you mean? Are you going to follow me?"
"Both of you, I was wondering if you'd like to calm down a little."
"Wouldn't it be quicker to sneer? Lord Dadan, Lord Sackow"
"Oh man, when you retire and live a fuzzy life, do you blunt your head like this and easily"
"What... so...!
Other city mayors tint at the return of the sharp sackoo.
However, this is not a young man in a liquor store, but a fierce warrior.
Occasionally he is hit by a swollen killing, and the official who was carrying the tea again falls and falls without raising his voice and is supported by Dadan.
To the state of the swordswallowing place, the old man, shining his purple eyes, shook his hands flickering after taking a sip of the freshly brewed tea.
"So calm down, my lord. Sackow, so is your lord. We know Tor well. I don't know these guys. That's the difference. Don't be ridiculous."
"Right. Excuse me. … you don't seem to be losing your temper."
Apparently, he provoked it on purpose.
The former Yingjies loosen their anger when they were shredded by a lightly spearheaded Sakkou.
And instead he turned his interest to the name that came out of Dadan's mouth.
"Thor is a rumored hero. What does that have to do with anything?
"Oh, it's quicker to meet him in person than to run out of words here."
The words coincided with the opening of the conference room door and nearly forty men appeared.
Immediately, eight pairs of ejecting eyes are poured into a lightly bowed toil.
"What are you going to do, Dadan? The mayor should be the only one attending this meeting."
"Calling in outsiders means what are you up to?
A sharp reprimand flies, but Dadan continued his words pale as he watched the faces lined up at his desk, without a bare gesture to willingly intervene.
"Why don't you stand up here and listen to the silly one? Look, I made you a place, Thor."
"Is it a round throw, Master"
"Even if I explain it, I don't feel like I can put it into words any better than I've seen you do."
For Christ's sake, Tor scratched under his chin and looked around at his face, which was neither pressed nor pressed.
Stormy Sie, Immovable Mugargo, Herculean Sackow.
Two owners, all without strangers.
But with no intention, Tor repeats the same story he told yesterday at Choi's.
The city chiefs, who had initially asked frivolously, gradually changed their eyes to see if they had any idea how to take the story forward.
When Thor finishes his talk, the former Yingjie, who was holding his mouth, will raise his voice.
"Sure, you can't deny the signs. But at this stage, it's just too much of a prediction."
"Similar reasoning was cited at our place. It's just that it's too big to be true."
"You've had the same consultation with our Vajra guys. I laughed at the crap..."
The city chiefs, looking each other in the eye, confirm their thoughts.
Eventually, the Sieh of the Cuiyu clan quietly asks Dadan.
"... so you're talking about beating that big book"
"Quick to understand, not above all."
"But there is no certainty whatsoever, and we who challenged the Great Pit will understand best. That's too dangerous."
Earlier Tor's explanation omitted the part where most of the future seen in < prediction > would be interrupted.
For this reason, it is also impossible to suspect that it is just a matter of concern.
Then all you have to do is show these former Yingjies that it is a definite end that cannot be escaped.
Dadan quietly stared at the face of his beloved apprentice.
To that silent inquiry, Thor also nods back quietly.
And there were two hands, slowly gripping.
"Right. I guess I'm not convinced that the Lord will show it in a way that is more clear in his eyes than in his words. As a matter of fact, this Tor holds the power of God."
"What's the matter, suddenly... to..."
"I don't know what to say..."
"As always, pleasant........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Each responded to Dadan's words, but once in a while he stops moving with his mouth wide open.
The eyes remain open to the fullest while being directed at an old friend who should have been used to seeing them.
Eventually one of the mayors of the city emitted a plundering voice as he squeezed it out the back of his throat.
"………………………………………… What?
Sitting there was a purple-eyed young man in his late twenties.
A few eyes move around busily on his fuzzy head.
"Well, now you believe me?
A few seconds after that Dadan's words, a tremendous scream echoed in the conference room.