Now in "The Use of a Wrong Chili Eye," Largo, who didn't even want to, was in no way murky, but even his eyes were getting.
(─ I could understand the feeling of Ten Mile Eye Pespectiva being grounded without discerning his vices.
Nevertheless, in the end, things are not on their way to a solution. First of all, the problem is that there are no groups other than the Holy Spirit and the Wizard, who seem not surprised if they spoke, and who raised this issue.
The only person who doesn't seem surprised to talk is Euskalio, but although he seems to be only good at cooking, he is hopeless as such a source. There is unlikely to be anything in return for just crossing a dangerous bridge: revealing who you are there.
If there is, the wizard, Lucy, who is close to him, is not sure that Lucy is missing or that she has a solution. Also, I don't think the wizard who was hanging out with the Demon King would come to a place like this.
(─ Octagonal blockage)
The Holy Spirit also expects so much as to deposit large sums of money. I'd also like to do something about Milin's grieving face, but this certainly doesn't seem like a problem for me. Is there anybody out there who can teach me a lot of useful knowledge in this world that I can't resist talking to?
(-Yes, I found something wise.
Lago suddenly reminds me that there was a man in Kamar's head who was named 'Daijitsu'. Now he said he was missing in the Wang capital, but he said there were a lot of mosquitoes, so he decided to hurry up and call Kamar, thinking he could find them if he searched. And even though it's a mosquito, if it's even called the 'Daiji-san,' maybe someone who knows that. And I wondered if I could also gather information from my many men, Kamal. Number is power.
Of course, I know where I'm already at.
Move the automaton and go outside. But when it comes to being in a window below the top floor, it doesn't come close to a Largo that can't fly.
I made a "climb the twist" script on the automaton, so I don't even think the experiment would, but it would be tough if I found it. So far, it's arguably the only pleasure, 'By the sending and sending of automatons, hot spring life' crumbles.
I can't even call them out loud, but even the pest mosquitoes said they couldn't get close to this area. If you do look away, you can see the slightest aftermath coming out of the Holy Springs standing as high as a mist. As seen from the rooftop.
(In the junction, if I wrapped that Kamal, would it be okay if you came?
But can mosquitoes fly in a tangent that is also physically tensioned? As you can fly, will the junction hold up with you? With all sorts of questions, Largo conceived a reversal.
(─ Shouldn't we just put our boundaries around Holy Springs and wrap them up?
Thank you. In my previous life, I have come back with results based on such somewhat unorthodox thoughts. Try it, gradually the fog outside the junction cleared up.
(─ Come on, let's get Kamar.
Let the automaton throw a small stone. I don't quite fly near it, so when I practiced throwing stones repeatedly nearby, the hitting accuracy increased with the number of times.
Finally, one pebble pops out in surprise as one mosquito flies through the snares of Kamal's resting window frame. You figured out they threw you from the bottom, they thought you were pointing this way-- cautiously, they flew toward us. He wanders around the area where the Holy Springs were standing until now. It's still about the height of the second floor, and I don't think we can talk about it.
(─ There shouldn't be any more Holy Springs influence, and yes.
Largo tried another, smaller junction around Kamal's body that came down. As I thought, mosquitoes that made it harder to move their feathers lose their lifting power and fall straight to the ston and to the ground.
He confirmed where he had fallen with a thousand eyes, ran an automaton in the grass, and made him pick up mosquitoes from every junction. Hi, I fell. Are you shocked or tired, I'm not well. So I asked the automaton to let me through the window into the cabin, and I decided to talk.
"Good evening, you're Mr. Whipley, aren't you? You're a liaison with me, aren't you?
"Oh, that's 9037 from Whipley. I'm sorry, I couldn't speak politely like a great man. I'm under the orders of the general, Quadrapur, and I don't think there's anything, but on a daily basis, they're telling me to let you know what's going on in this courtyard. It's just a lookout.
"Uh, you did." As long as there is a Holy Springs, I thought it would be difficult to communicate from this side, and for that duty, I didn't seem to have even instructed him as a liaison officer. "Do you know who I am?
"It's my lord. That's about all I know. I was the first to find it.
"Oh, yeah?
"Yes, I don't think anyone knew there was a Lord here unless I found him." Then Kamar moves and says, Mozomozo. "Lord, can you do something about this bondage? Because I don't run away from it.
(─ Oh, you left me unable to move in a small junction.
"Sorry, sorry...," Kamar literally extended his feathers, but also his legs as they were. "What's wrong?
"I'm sorry, I took turns at dawn, but I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I'm fine. Because if I take turns, I'll go suck blood and get better. Instead, I'm sorry. Do you think I'm dressed like this in front of the Lord... lying down?
(-No, I'm in a glocky state no matter what I want.
"Uh-huh. Fine, but there's something I need you to tell me, okay?
"Fine, I'll answer anything. Absolute obedience to the Lord is our mission.
"No, I didn't ask for that much. The greatest man in Whipley is the Earl of Wisdom, isn't he?
"No, Master Ronald is our ruler. He said he was truly an amazing master of wisdom and knowledge, and that he was so horrible.
"Oh, it's not Kamal.
"Kamar? Ha ha..." The laughter also seems too hungry to help. "Even you guys don't like it and take the shape of Kamar. Well, Triple O and Quadraple were born as Kamal for a week or two, but what a born Whipley.
"Huh? Isn't Whipley a Kamal species or something?
"Uh?" No way. Is it because I have a bad attitude, I'm hungry? I don't know the look on your face, but it even sounds like a voice with a distorted face. "Kamar must be a bug, Lord!
"So Whipley isn't a bug?
"Whipley, wow! You suck blood! Now, I don't go to people because Quadraple has instructed everyone not to die a dog before it helps the Lord, but I'm supposed to suck human blood! Then it depends on the convenience of this one, but I can't believe it's a human being, because it's gonna be a big deal! It's great! It's amazing!
"Right. I can't sleep or it's tough, according to the case.
I can't sleep because of itching, which is a memory of a previous life, but there was a river willow called 'I want to be cut off, my dreams are sincere or...' Oh no, was that after the fleas?
"Yes! You know damn well, wipe it up and ask for blood!
Wouldn't it be a bug killer or an itch control mistake, was it muckade to pee... and when you apply blood, it stops itching? No, you mean you're gonna bleed from scratching?
"Do you want me to paint blood here? I'm sorry, I didn't know anything.
"You suck blood! You're really just born and you don't know anything! Lord's Boom!
I see, rather than blood, I've heard that sucking out something like the venom that mosquitoes put out in your body makes you less itchy.
But it seemed to piss me off slightly, making the next story harder to cut out.
"So, you don't."
"9037 is fine.
"Oh, 9037, you have a lot of company, don't you?
"That's right. But Whipley is all buddies, but some people disagree with each other. I wonder if the equine fits a little with 20 people.
Unsurprisingly few. There seems to be about 10,000 from the number, but it seems difficult to relate up and down, and I guess there's not much to disagree with.
"Oh, yeah.
"You know, I mean, you know, you and me, we're falling out. Of the weakest two thousand, it's the least motivated one percent. Why don't you shut up about the rest of them? I can't keep up with you on top of what you're going to do with the Lord. So, we're working together because we want to survive.
"Uh, I agree with that. I want to stay slow here.
"What,... Oh, really?" 9037's voice changed. "Then I'd be delighted. Because they say it's the type to do all you can, I would serve the Lord from the bottom of my heart. 'Cause I don't hate it, you know, being done or hit as a slaughter. Come on.
"That's right. Peace is good, isn't it? I like the way 9037 thinks, too.
"Eh! It would! Oh, man! What do you really like? Euda told me she was a good kid, and Whipley said that it's great to hang out, but come on, you should take care of whoever you want.
Well, I have trouble with whether the mosquito likes me or exhausts me, so I decide that the story is getting more and more bouncing, and I'm finally convinced.
"So, I want to see a guy named Ronowell, and I need you to lend me some wisdom. Do you know where he is?
"Hmm, but the information I know doesn't seem to have found it yet. Even if we stay away, we can keep in touch with each other with the" wipline "of our intercommunal communication capabilities. Even on the lookout, I used to keep in touch with the 20 people I mentioned earlier because I'm free, but there doesn't seem to be any talk of that coming around to us." I see, there seems to be a possibility of telepathy between weak bugs. "I'm looking for a cool number, but this much I can't get in touch with means I couldn't have died..."
"Oh, really?
"Yes, no, no, 9352 said it. It's not like that. Ha, but what do you do? Meet Ronowell, after all, you're looking to rebuild your kingdom.
I'm getting a lot more tired, and I'm getting a little lazy to say it.
"No, actually, my brother I know is down, and I want to talk to him about how he doesn't know how to heal.
"Human?"
"Yeah."
"You just want to help a human? Ronowell, do you think you might want to talk to him? But... I don't know the Lord. There are absolute bondages of obedience..."
"But you have to find it.
"You'll soon find it, when the Lord tells you to look. Now, I don't have the strength, and if I get crushed, I'm avoiding it, but if I put my life on the line and breathe people's blood..."
"No, I'm sorry, I don't have to risk my life..."
Even if it was a mosquito, no, it wasn't Kamal, it was a Whipley, even to that extent, the fact that you can communicate so much would mean that you have friends and family. You don't have to risk your life to find it.
"You're a good man, Lord. Hey... hey..."
"Duh, what's wrong?
From earlier on, I thought I wasn't feeling well enough at first, but instead of feeling well, I don't think I'm feeling well anywhere.
"Why... well, that sounds like no good after all. This is a sanctuary. Wipley didn't seem to realize that the repellence of the Holy Springs stained with this desk or something was eroding his body. Besides, with their residual magic, we can't fight this repellence. That's why they let useless abandoned pawns like us keep an eye on them. That bastard...
(─ What! Demons? Whipley's a demon?
"So, are you okay? What shall we do!
Aside from the Demon Nation, we'll start by connecting and isolating ourselves from our desks.
"Well, no. There's nothing I can do. Holy, repellent, invaded, intrigued, unrealistic, the Demons will disappear. Thank you, you put the line, you put it up. It's a little easier, but there's nothing more I can do.
"You don't have any drugs or anything?
"This, in appearance, if not, fearlessly, Lord, then just a little, magic, directly, separately, if you have it, you can bury it, you can be, where, but no. This figure, then, contains magic, does not suck blood, as long as it survives, it cannot.
"What about people's blood? If you're a cold-blooded beast, you're in a cabin, but..."
"There's no magic, there's no magic, there's no power to fly anymore. Akira, meh, me.
I think I'm running out of time. What am I supposed to do? Are you going to kill this mosquito with your own ignorance - no, the Demon Clan, but it is?
(-No, I can't give up because I'm a demon!
"Wait a minute! Hang in there!
My body is covered in scales, and I probably won't stab it with my breath or my constant mosquito needle anymore. Besides, with this collar on, I'm a cold blooded beast, and thinking about it, Largo creates a line between himself and 9037, and takes off the collar. At the same time I feel something hot gushing up in me.
(─ The identity of this is what this guy says, blood containing magic!
I don't have a god to pray for, but if there is a god in this world, anyone, I pray that you keep the life of this mosquito, which is about to disappear in front of you.
"There is no blood, no blood, no blood, no blood, no good, no good, no good, no good."
If it's a cartoon, it's a 9037 word that seems to have letters over its head with 'Gunn', but Largo decides that it's the only way to put this on anymore. Usually he extends his nails from the fingers on his right forefoot he hides, stabbing the one in his mouth, under his softest looking inner chin.
(- Ouch!
It's the first feeling I've had in my life, the pain. Nevertheless, I know it in the memory of my previous life, so I don't mean anything. And in my mouth, when I make sure I felt like I tasted a little salty, I include 9037 for each junction in my mouth, and I snap under my tongue to make the junction.
Please, may the Devil's God be wrong, bleeding on me, praying.