Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

"Then whoever sees this spectacle, keep his money in this vessel."

When Deekichi says so, a man and a woman, who until now undoubtedly had died, carry on with their vessels and go around collecting just a few tosses.

This is a small town square close to the port town of Bokovo, in a kingdom enclave away from the king's capital. Sometimes the street performers of the stream perform their art, so there was a gathering of people who shopped in the city.

Dirkichi was a wizard's apprentice, or mage.

In the kingdom he was a distinguished, great alchemist, Gymon, and that means he is now a broken man.

Diekici did not have a great deal of magic talent, but showed strength in molding the automatons that Gheamon specializes in. I guess he had some kind of artistic talent. It's still before breakfast to change 'these guys' face and body if necessary.

(It's normal for me to get paid about these two automatons.

I helped shape the finest Automaton 12 with my soul, just because I've known Lucy the Wizard since time immemorial, and because I can't move it well, I was asked to do something extraordinary - but it's easy to move it more - and I did it by making something.

(I would have liked to have the number 12 back, because that woman can only perform basic operations.

Make it the best wizard and the detached Lucy seems like a nasty guy to listen to, even from a friendly Gymon. I don't know about wizards who trick people into committing evil when they're easy on them. I'm sure your head is lukewarm. It's bad that there are more fools in this world than there are fools.

Besides, he said he was surrendering himself to the demonic tribe that had recently perished. I'm sure Jamon's temperamental ambitions won't be used for many things either.

Starting with No. 12, Dirkichi was broken because he was said to have a lot of complaints. It was about two months ago that I snuck up on three and four, regrettably, and stole a relatively early built Hormunks. Compared to the latest type of product that I am helping in the museum, I don't think that the fact that it is no longer a problem for Geimon. Well, if you're a troublemaker, Jamon, you won't be coming after me.

I used those two and did the usual street art in this square: 'Life comes back to life on two bodies'.

First, lay down two automatons and ask the people around you to make sure they live and die. My heart's not moving, and I'm not breathing.

Bring the fire closer in front of your face or put a soft membrane made of konnyaku potato on your face to make sure you're not breathing in everything around you, then cover it with a sheet that has no philosophy whatsoever, called a magic sheet, and bring it back to life. The art of making change with it has flown so far in cities all over the past two weeks.

"It's a shiitake city. Well, it's a demonic invasion, and there's nowhere around here.

To the small amount of toss money gathered, he was a dikich who thought about going beyond the neighboring Marquis Abi territory and flowing to the Duke of Hannah or even to the King's Capital beyond.