Play with Mad Scientists!
In a girl, the world is only at night.
I don't admit the existence of an abominable day. Something nasty, like the sun, emits nasty light and dyes the sky in a dirty blue time zone. And a restless, rotten time zone where people operate softly. I don't admit that stuff.
It's not like a girl is a vampire. But nothing remains to be treated, and you cannot go out under the sun. Skin vulnerable to UV rays. Pigmented dry skin disease. Disease abbreviated as XP.
She acquired the disease, which was supposed to be hereditary. It's not a mistake in words. She got the disease in the form of a curse. You can describe it as lodged.
This is not the only curse she has lodged in herself. I have used both hands to acquire countless curses from an early age, and I live with a variety of diseases and abnormalities. Becoming a homosexual is also an effect of the curse, and it wasn't like that from the beginning.
Nevertheless, if a girl cares about it, she can use magic against herself, protect her skin with a curtain of thin magic from ultraviolet light, and walk outside even in the daytime sun.
The girl, wearing a thin dirty apron and similarly dirty working clothes, turns seventeen this year. He has a slightly younger face and is also shorter than his real age. His face is small and reasonably neat, but his eyes are poor and he has three white eyes.
A slightly more habitual pale redhead is stretched out to her shoulders. Skin is pathologically white. It is also a reason not to hit the sun, but there are several other reasons. Sometimes it contains Caucasoid blood, and other curse effects.
There are visitors and the redhead girl heads to the front door.
"Come on. Welcome to the nightclub."
A guest visited the Western Hall where the girl lived. Girl - For a few nights Lucanenko looks up at the guests only with his eyes and greets them with a smile.
I have been buying and selling certain things for several nights. This time the customer is a seller. I've been paying this customer for nights and trying to buy something out.
The female guest, bandaged in the face, sees a different sight in the garden of the hall, with a frightened look, alternating with the garden for several nights.
"Beautiful flowers, aren't they?
I refer to the garden behind the woman and laugh how many nights she is good at it.
There were countless flowers not blooming in the garden. There are many flowers planted in the flowerbed. But the majority of them are dead. The dead flowers are intact. There were also some flowers that were dying or had not yet died, but probably would soon wither. The soil is a scab, and no water or fertilizer is given at all. The top of the flower bed is equipped with a roof, so as to block the light and rain of the sun.
Flower beds deliberately laid with dead flowers. This unusual sense alone made it understandable that the lord of the hall was strange.
Let the woman through the room for a few nights. It's an unusual room, decorated with paintings of faces like pain, anger and sadness all over the walls. There are countless flasks on the shelves, and a large number of forehead drawing boards are placed next to the shelves.
"Come on, let me see it. The curse you have suffered."
Sitting in a chair facing each other, the red-haired girl prompts in a nagging tone.
When the woman unbandaged, an ugly mole spread all over her neat face.
"Haha, this is a masterpiece. Haha, someone's jealous anyway, or something like that?
In the nights of laughing strangely, the woman gets angry, but endures. From now on, this girl will break this abominable curse.
"Sorry, this curse isn't a big deal, and it's not what I want either, so I'll let you buy it cheap"
"Yes."
The woman nods strangely in the nights when she stops laughing and tells her she looks bored.
"50,000 yen? If you're complaining, why don't you buy it?
"Fine."
As much as I want this one to pay me to break the curse, she says she will buy the curse.
For Lucanenko, the curse is a merchandise. I'll buy it, and I'll sell it. Above all, put a curse on what you make, and sell it again. He is one of the last members of the family to run such a business all the time.
The main business of the Le Canenco family is the manufacture of guns. The roots date back to Russia in the eighteenth century. As a result of my ancestors' quest to repair a slightly more powerful gun, I began to get my hands on suspicious sorcery and came to the conclusion that I could put a curse on the gun, which I have continued to inherit ever since.
The curse took the form of purchasing more than others, rather than being directly imposed by the people of Lucanenko. Instead of breaking the curse, the Le Canenko family can extract and store the curse itself. I even know the art of degenerating an extracted curse.
As a result, the curse itself can be bought and sold, and besides guns it can be cursed.
Very causal commerce. Dirty production. But I haven't lamented at all how many nights I've been born into such a Lucanenko family. On the contrary, I'm even proud.
"You don't want to wear such an ugly mole on me. It doesn't seem to work as it is, so I'll stock it up for now."
That's what I say for a few nights, I take a big flask and a paintboard with nothing on my forehead in each hand.
It is also possible for the Lucanenko family to stock curses that are difficult to deal with, degenerate them with surgery, extract only the energy of the curse, and mix them with another curse.
"Hmm. This way, I guess"
Looking at the flask, the drawing board throws unconstructively.
How many nights begin to cast a spell. The woman looked at the girl in a frigid odor, but a palpable change occurs and she is stunned.
I can see something coming out of my face. Something like a water-colored jade. It sucks into the flask's mouth, eventually creating the shape of a person's face in the flask, and the woman peels.
"I knew it was a curse of jealousy. You look unusual."
I look at the look on my face floating in the flask and laugh at it for the nights. Sure, you're right for a few nights, you look jealous.
At what night I am prompted, I take out the mirror and look, and the woman is even more stunned. The mole has disappeared beautifully.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you. Yes..."
"Yes, money"
How many nights poke the note in the way of a woman expressing her gratitude. Fifty thousand yen.
"Oh no... I can't believe you broke my curse and didn't pay for it..."
"Ah, come on now, I'm tired of that reaction. I, uh, bought it. Your curse. Honestly, it's a tinkering curse, so it's low in use and value, but this is business, so I'm not letting you pay for it. I don't, give me the money. But I want a curse. With that bought curse, we can make more money."
The woman was somewhat convinced by the description of the night, bowed her head silently and received the money, leaving the hall.
After several nights strangling the lid on the flask and placing it on the shelf, the lid in the flask disappears. I just lost sight of it, and the curse sealed and stored inside didn't disappear.
The curse shall be sealed and stored in a flask or painting. Different vessels seal depending on the type of curse.
"Hmm?
How many nights I give a strange voice. The garden trick in the hall had prompted vigilance at what night.
"Hmm... this is rare. I'm not an uninvited guest."
I sense that there was an intruder on the premises of the hall and smile and whine with pleasure for several nights. If there is an intruder, the technique is applied to the garden.
The same thing has not happened in the past. I know a few things. This is business at all costs. I can't help but resent you from people.
How many nights I pull a gun out of my nose. Its gun is a horizontal duplex musketone with an extremely old design like the one used hundreds of years ago. It's that gun the pirates use. There are two barrels horizontally and two triggers. The barrel is shorter than a musket gun and can be handled with one hand.
This Musketon Short Gun is also a modern specification with a rifling (a spirally chopped groove in the barrel to spin the bullet and stabilize the ballistics). Of course, several nights were tools of their own and applied directly. The bullet also uses a detonator. Instead of being a forward type that puts a bullet directly from the muzzle, it is a former fold that rotates the barrel vertically and lets you put the bullet in from the front side. It looks retro, but the actual performance is a substitute for a mix of retro and modern.
The look, performance, and modification are hobbies by the funny half, but if you shoot the trigger, the bullet will come out, and if you shoot, you can hurt and kill people. And most decisive is that there is a curse on the gun.
For several nights he pulls his gun, walks in the building early and heads to the front door.
The door can kick open just when I get to the front door. Two men jumped in and pointed the gun at me.
"Welcome to the Lucanenko Mansion"
Smiling to tell you, I pull the trigger for a few nights. The curse is put in a bullet and fired out.
The spearhead of the curse, dwelling in the bullet, had been directed at those who were ahead of the target before pulling the trigger.
One cleaned up with it. Accurately shot in the head.
Between pointing the gun at the other assassin, the assassin could also afford to pull the trigger.
The assassin's bullet circled the left shoulder for several nights, and the bullet for several nights shot off the assassin's head beautifully.
It's no big deal how many nights of gun arms. Or worse. But the curse bullet generally hits even if it shoots properly. Curse, but it strikes. The curse that dwelled in the gun will fix the ballistics on its own. If the night turns to kill, the curse moves the hand for the night to position the muzzle, and the curse pulls the finger for the night.
Open the door immediately next door, dive into the room, fold and open the gun, and perform the scaffolding and reloading.
The enemy is still there. There are two more. I know I turned to the back door.
How many nights walk with a gun in place? After a short walk, both of the other two were immediately encountered.
He shoots from the enemy first, but hides behind the wall and manages to overdo it.
Just put out the gun and shoot twice. I hit one shot, but the other came off.
"Ouch!
Shock and pain run on me, screaming unexpectedly for several nights.
A cursed gun that can only be fired two shots, but has a high chance of hitting it even if it is properly fired. But the curse erodes the user as well. It is highly probable, but it does not always hit, so when it comes off, the pain and impact of the bullet falls on the user. It won't do any damage, but the pain and shock will remain for a while. It can be a huge risk during combat.
Fold the gun, the pod pops out.
"Ah, it feels good..."
Reload with a distorted grin and a mouthful of that. Nothing. I'm not a mazohist for a few nights. It's just skinny patience.
Defeat the body and shoot from a low position. The last remaining throat was shot down and all the assassins retreated.
"I'm sure he'll be back. Now, the best way to deal with it is..."
Whimpering, the face of the person in the back of his brain for several nights depends.
The most brilliant escort organization that protects itself from assassins. Besides, a request to that organization that will go to the end of the assassin's employer. This is your best hand. Nights have been requested before, and nights have been requested better.
Chapter 1069: 1069 2.
I don't admit the existence of an abominable day. Something nasty, like the sun, emits nasty light and dyes the sky in a dirty blue time zone. And a restless, rotten time zone where people operate softly. I don't admit that stuff.
It's not like a girl is a vampire. But nothing remains to be treated, and you cannot go out under the sun. Skin vulnerable to UV rays. Pigmented dry skin disease. Disease abbreviated as XP.
She acquired the disease, which was supposed to be hereditary. It's not a mistake in words. She got the disease in the form of a curse. You can describe it as lodged.
This is not the only curse she has lodged in herself. I have used both hands to acquire countless curses from an early age, and I live with a variety of diseases and abnormalities. Becoming a homosexual is also an effect of the curse, and it wasn't like that from the beginning.
Nevertheless, if a girl cares about it, she can use magic against herself, protect her skin with a curtain of thin magic from ultraviolet light, and walk outside even in the daytime sun.
The girl, wearing a thin dirty apron and similarly dirty working clothes, turns seventeen this year. He has a slightly younger face and is also shorter than his real age. His face is small and reasonably neat, but his eyes are poor and he has three white eyes.
A slightly more habitual pale redhead is stretched out to her shoulders. Skin is pathologically white. It is also a reason not to hit the sun, but there are several other reasons. Sometimes it contains Caucasoid blood, and other curse effects.
There are visitors and the redhead girl heads to the front door.
"Come on. Welcome to the nightclub."
A guest visited the Western Hall where the girl lived. Girl - For a few nights Lucanenko looks up at the guests only with his eyes and greets them with a smile.
I have been buying and selling certain things for several nights. This time the customer is a seller. I've been paying this customer for nights and trying to buy something out.
The female guest, bandaged in the face, sees a different sight in the garden of the hall, with a frightened look, alternating with the garden for several nights.
"Beautiful flowers, aren't they?
I refer to the garden behind the woman and laugh how many nights she is good at it.
There were countless flowers not blooming in the garden. There are many flowers planted in the flowerbed. But the majority of them are dead. The dead flowers are intact. There were also some flowers that were dying or had not yet died, but probably would soon wither. The soil is a scab, and no water or fertilizer is given at all. The top of the flower bed is equipped with a roof, so as to block the light and rain of the sun.
Flower beds deliberately laid with dead flowers. This unusual sense alone made it understandable that the lord of the hall was strange.
Let the woman through the room for a few nights. It's an unusual room, decorated with paintings of faces like pain, anger and sadness all over the walls. There are countless flasks on the shelves, and a large number of forehead drawing boards are placed next to the shelves.
"Come on, let me see it. The curse you have suffered."
Sitting in a chair facing each other, the red-haired girl prompts in a nagging tone.
"Haha, this is a masterpiece. Haha, someone's jealous anyway, or something like that?
In the nights of laughing strangely, the woman gets angry, but endures. From now on, this girl will break this abominable curse.
"Sorry, this curse isn't a big deal, and it's not what I want either, so I'll let you buy it cheap"
"Yes."
The woman nods strangely in the nights when she stops laughing and tells her she looks bored.
"50,000 yen? If you're complaining, why don't you buy it?
"Fine."
As much as I want this one to pay me to break the curse, she says she will buy the curse.
For Lucanenko, the curse is a merchandise. I'll buy it, and I'll sell it. Above all, put a curse on what you make, and sell it again. He is one of the last members of the family to run such a business all the time.
The main business of the Le Canenco family is the manufacture of guns. The roots date back to Russia in the eighteenth century. As a result of my ancestors' quest to repair a slightly more powerful gun, I began to get my hands on suspicious sorcery and came to the conclusion that I could put a curse on the gun, which I have continued to inherit ever since.
The curse took the form of purchasing more than others, rather than being directly imposed by the people of Lucanenko. Instead of breaking the curse, the Le Canenko family can extract and store the curse itself. I even know the art of degenerating an extracted curse.
As a result, the curse itself can be bought and sold, and besides guns it can be cursed.
Very causal commerce. Dirty production. But I haven't lamented at all how many nights I've been born into such a Lucanenko family. On the contrary, I'm even proud.
"You don't want to wear such an ugly mole on me. It doesn't seem to work as it is, so I'll stock it up for now."
That's what I say for a few nights, I take a big flask and a paintboard with nothing on my forehead in each hand.
It is also possible for the Lucanenko family to stock curses that are difficult to deal with, degenerate them with surgery, extract only the energy of the curse, and mix them with another curse.
"Hmm. This way, I guess"
Looking at the flask, the drawing board throws unconstructively.
How many nights begin to cast a spell. The woman looked at the girl in a frigid odor, but a palpable change occurs and she is stunned.
"I knew it was a curse of jealousy. You look unusual."
I look at the look on my face floating in the flask and laugh at it for the nights. Sure, you're right for a few nights, you look jealous.
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"Look in the mirror."At what night I am prompted, I take out the mirror and look, and the woman is even more stunned. The mole has disappeared beautifully.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you. Yes..."
"Yes, money"
How many nights poke the note in the way of a woman expressing her gratitude. Fifty thousand yen.
"Oh no... I can't believe you broke my curse and didn't pay for it..."
"Ah, come on now, I'm tired of that reaction. I, uh, bought it. Your curse. Honestly, it's a tinkering curse, so it's low in use and value, but this is business, so I'm not letting you pay for it. I don't, give me the money. But I want a curse. With that bought curse, we can make more money."
The woman was somewhat convinced by the description of the night, bowed her head silently and received the money, leaving the hall.
After several nights strangling the lid on the flask and placing it on the shelf, the lid in the flask disappears. I just lost sight of it, and the curse sealed and stored inside didn't disappear.
The curse shall be sealed and stored in a flask or painting. Different vessels seal depending on the type of curse.
"Hmm?
How many nights I give a strange voice. The garden trick in the hall had prompted vigilance at what night.
"Hmm... this is rare. I'm not an uninvited guest."
I sense that there was an intruder on the premises of the hall and smile and whine with pleasure for several nights. If there is an intruder, the technique is applied to the garden.
The same thing has not happened in the past. I know a few things. This is business at all costs. I can't help but resent you from people.
How many nights I pull a gun out of my nose. Its gun is a horizontal duplex musketone with an extremely old design like the one used hundreds of years ago. It's that gun the pirates use. There are two barrels horizontally and two triggers. The barrel is shorter than a musket gun and can be handled with one hand.
This Musketon Short Gun is also a modern specification with a rifling (a spirally chopped groove in the barrel to spin the bullet and stabilize the ballistics). Of course, several nights were tools of their own and applied directly. The bullet also uses a detonator. Instead of being a forward type that puts a bullet directly from the muzzle, it is a former fold that rotates the barrel vertically and lets you put the bullet in from the front side. It looks retro, but the actual performance is a substitute for a mix of retro and modern.
For several nights he pulls his gun, walks in the building early and heads to the front door.
The door can kick open just when I get to the front door. Two men jumped in and pointed the gun at me.
"Welcome to the Lucanenko Mansion"
Smiling to tell you, I pull the trigger for a few nights. The curse is put in a bullet and fired out.
The spearhead of the curse, dwelling in the bullet, had been directed at those who were ahead of the target before pulling the trigger.
One cleaned up with it. Accurately shot in the head.
Between pointing the gun at the other assassin, the assassin could also afford to pull the trigger.
The assassin's bullet circled the left shoulder for several nights, and the bullet for several nights shot off the assassin's head beautifully.
It's no big deal how many nights of gun arms. Or worse. But the curse bullet generally hits even if it shoots properly. Curse, but it strikes. The curse that dwelled in the gun will fix the ballistics on its own. If the night turns to kill, the curse moves the hand for the night to position the muzzle, and the curse pulls the finger for the night.
Open the door immediately next door, dive into the room, fold and open the gun, and perform the scaffolding and reloading.
The enemy is still there. There are two more. I know I turned to the back door.
How many nights walk with a gun in place? After a short walk, both of the other two were immediately encountered.
He shoots from the enemy first, but hides behind the wall and manages to overdo it.
Just put out the gun and shoot twice. I hit one shot, but the other came off.
"Ouch!
Shock and pain run on me, screaming unexpectedly for several nights.
A cursed gun that can only be fired two shots, but has a high chance of hitting it even if it is properly fired. But the curse erodes the user as well. It is highly probable, but it does not always hit, so when it comes off, the pain and impact of the bullet falls on the user. It won't do any damage, but the pain and shock will remain for a while. It can be a huge risk during combat.
Fold the gun, the pod pops out.
"Ah, it feels good..."
Defeat the body and shoot from a low position. The last remaining throat was shot down and all the assassins retreated.
"I'm sure he'll be back. Now, the best way to deal with it is..."
Whimpering, the face of the person in the back of his brain for several nights depends.
The most brilliant escort organization that protects itself from assassins. Besides, a request to that organization that will go to the end of the assassin's employer. This is your best hand. Nights have been requested before, and nights have been requested better.
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