Chapter 1228: 1228 City of Pleasure, Part 63 - Hunter, Hunter ⑤ -

"What are you gonna do with the continent?"

"It's been decided. Don't kill people all over the continent without letting them live. Don't you think you'll enjoy it forever?

"Sounds a little funny. But there are ideas that you can enjoy because you have unplanned things to do."

"That's right. If you're following me, you can let me play in my kingdom, okay?

"I'll stop, it's a rebellion. Besides, it's not the right word to say. I'm not going to work with a dumb bug."

"Why?"

Before Calamity was angry, his life was scattered in the evil spirit of Doom. When Doom confirmed Calamity was dead, he spread his hands and told him it was a "dust".

"You don't like women's hysteria."

"... turning even Calamity to the enemy? What is the basis of your confidence? What changed you?

"Deep, knowing. Power, magic, enemies, allies, and this world. I can see those shapes better than before, to me.

And one more thing. I will soon have a power comparable to that of the Orange. "

"You think it's a comparable force to the head of a high elf?

"'More power than that' isn't going to be available yet. Let's start with where we can get it."

"What's that?

But Doom, who spoke so well so far, never spoke of the answer. He looked creepy to Hidun, whose appearance seemed to be filled with confidence the other way around, just a tickle of laughter.

And Doom's appearance began to change. I guess you're going to disappear.

"Goodbye, brother. I'll see you when we're still on edge."

"Wait! I still need to ask you something."

"I don't have it, Hidun. He was one of us even for a moment. That's my last advice. This city has to leave now. Without Calamity, Libidu will no longer have to shy away from anyone. Her presence demonstrates its power the more conspicuously she originally stands out. It's a wicked spirit but difficult, but my position as a wicked spirit is no longer close to mine or Osiria's. Unless you specialize specifically in crusading evil spirits, it will even be difficult to get close to her.

She's already on the move. You won't be able to stop me anymore, and I'm not going to. It's about leaving before you get involved. "

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"... well, then it's advice from me, too. You need to know more about yourself. Otherwise, we can't beat the Orange Bull."

Doom leaning his neck on Hidun's ominous advice. Because I didn't think it was very realistic advice.

"What's that, a loser?

"It's not. We'll find out soon enough, kid. I'll watch you regret your death from the shadows. Looking forward to it."

"Hmm, me in the dark and Hidun in the shadows? I'll just admit I feel comfortable around there."

And at the end of the word, Doom was misty, and Hidun dissolved in the shadows, and vanished. The last grin they left behind was whether they hated losing. Is there really a prospect again? Knowing that is not for anyone.

Blackhawk's 5th Squad captain, Gergeda, was working alone in Turam. It is very rare for Gergeda to always party with someone, but in fact there are times when she secretly carries out her activities alone. That's when you get to work exploring something. This time, he was following Fondaine's actions.

I had my doubts when I worked in Kandert, the capital of Wiesel. I was feeling nagging when I saw Fondaine not faithfully carrying out Valsas' orders. Perhaps there was nothing else in Fondaine. Making the Warcraft listen is a very advanced thing in itself, and maybe there's nothing perfectly manipulative about it in the first place. Even though the rationale is known by the head, Gergeda's intuition whispers. That woman said it was dangerous.

Gergeda secretly started acting. One of them followed the foundine. Perhaps it would have been more certain if we had used our companions, but then we feared that Fondaine would have enlightened us on the move. It is clear that if the signs are to be extinguished, it is better to be alone. Besides, isn't it ever since I chased after a woman I liked when I was a kid that my chest was so high? And it came to pass at that time that a woman was meeting with a man before she followed him, and Gergeda, when she had come, broken into the midst of the act, and beat the man to the point where his face was deformed, and the woman sinned and left. Gergeda laughs bitterly.

"(You don't seem to be obsessed with someone. She was making fun of me for pretending she cared. I don't even know that. I was an idiot, too. Well, you succeeded in making me pay for it, but you didn't feel good about why)"

There was a casual reason to be Gergeda, but now I think this would have been a good idea. It's not right for you to live your whole life plowing fields like that. I didn't hate my grandfather, who was an artisan, but not necessarily that I could immerse myself in so much authentic work. I didn't hate a life of tension, even if I didn't know where my life was going.

Now I wonder if it would have been a good idea to operate yourself as a spy in some country. Nobody believes and takes them both by the hand while pretending to believe. That kind of life seems right for sex. In that capacity, which you have already asked, it would not be appropriate either.

Gergeda was suddenly jumping in the alley with that in mind. Because Fondaine, who was supposed to be hundreds of steps ahead, suddenly looked back. Special I was Gergeda, who I didn't think would be visible from the other person sooner because I had better eyes, but I was cooling my liver down on Fondaine's behavior.

"They're noticing...?

But Fondaine soon started walking again. Apparently, they haven't noticed.

"Were you just feeling the signs? Well, that's possible. But you can't fuck with me. If she's that good, she'll have one or two more things to put on... Ah?

Gergeda had said that much and noticed something strange. The taram during the day is quite lively. Not a central street, but there are quite a few people who go to the city. Yet no one has spoken to the Fondaine. From the beginning, as if you hadn't noticed its existence. No matter how lewd the air lurked his breath, this was unlikely in Tarram. When you look at a woman, speaking up is where they even say courtesy of Tarram.

Gergeda felt disgusted and couldn't forbid the sweat from crushing a muscle on her back.

Continued

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