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Chapter 484 Stop Writing...

My name is Habalon, and I'm known as [Bigfoot's Habalon].

Although others always say that this title is not very pleasant, but I think it is actually quite good.

After all, my feet are really not small.

Moreover, this name will make others subconsciously think that I am tall, which is also a benefit!

Although the halfling blood inherited from my mother made me look short, it made me a member of the team... No!

Not a team, but the best stalker and master thief in the entire Southern Principality!

Mom, I really want to thank you!
Even though you sold me to a circus with your own hands and turned me into a slave in the end, I still want to thank you!
You will refill your grave when I go back to sweep your grave next time.

Speaking of which, when was the last time I visited your grave?
ten years ago?Or 20 years ago?Almost forgot.

Thinking about it carefully, it has been almost 30 years since your death... Wow, has it been so many years?
hiss!
In that case, am I not a young man anymore?But why do I still have no wife! ?

Why?why! ?Why, cough cough... no no no!

Don't think about these insignificant things anymore, I'm not the same as before!

Correct!
Although the height has not changed, but I have grown, grown a lot!
Now he is the pioneer scout of the No. [-] Exploration Brigade, which is a good job that many people envy!
It must have been my peculiarly cautious habit that stood out from so many others.

Under the leadership of Lord Prophet, the scout who should have had the most casualties turned out to be the team with the fewest casualties.

Some people think that the Prophet is favored by the God of Luck, but I think, sir, he must be greater than the God of Luck! ! !

When I prayed to the gods in the dungeon, none of the gods responded to me.

The gods have given up on me, and it is the Prophet who rescued me from the darkness!
Doesn't this prove that the Prophet will be even greater by the gods! ?
Praise the Prophet!

The Prophet knows everything!

Today, Lord Prophet personally assigned me a glorious task, to be the vanguard to explore the sky city that suddenly appeared.

In order to record all the details of what happened, I will strictly complete the exploration log according to the requirements of the Prophet.

"Laputa in the Sky (Tentative) Exploration Log":
first day.

After three hours of tossing, I finally succeeded in entering the interior of Sky City through a hot air balloon!
Now, I, Habalon, intend to record this exciting moment immediately...

(random notes)

"Huh? Are you dead so soon?"

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"Laputa in the Sky (Tentative) Exploration Log":
first day.

Although I don't know why the Prophet told me not to stay where I was after landing, but my words have never been wrong!
I kept moving as he asked me to, even while writing my journal.

Nothing happened, the admonition from the adults must have worked, praise the Prophet!

(thirteen lines of fanatical and meaningless praise of the Prophet)

no no no!I want to record well!

After walking along the tall city wall for an hour, I didn't see the entrance, but it seems that this is really a city, but I haven't seen any life so far.

Loneliness is a bit penetrating, but it doesn't matter, it is impossible for the brave Habalon to be afraid of such things!

Day two.

at last!

After walking for a long time, I finally found the entrance before the sun completely set, or is it actually a huge city gate?

Although no one was on duty, I decided to go up and give it a try.

Come up, there is still no one, but there are some buttons, it seems to be pressed?
"...Next time, let him write clearly what he pressed."

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Day two.

According to the Prophet's instructions, I want to press the first one on the left!
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Day two.

According to the Prophet's instructions, I want to press No.14 on the left!
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Day two.

First from right, fourth from right, seventh from left, third from left, second from right, seventeen from left.

opened!
opened! !

opened! ! !
As expected of a Prophet!Actually know the password here! ! !
(thirteen lines of fanatical and meaningless ode to the Prophet)

O omniscient prophet, thank you!
I will keep going with your blessing!

May you keep watching me! ! !
Passing through the city gate, I found that the cold air had disappeared, and it was as warm as coming to the elf jungle I had been to before!
I'm so hot...I'm going to unload my gear at the door.

"Did he turn into meat after taking off his clothes... Besides, next time, let him stop writing sonnets."

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Fourth day.

Eat dry food.

Write thirteen lines.

Was struck to death by lightning.

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Fourth day.

See the iron gate.

Write thirteen lines.

Burned to death.

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"...don't write any more thirteen lines."

Ning Feng has always been very patient, and he chose the reckless Habalon in order to be able to try and make mistakes as soon as possible.

And Habalon didn't let him down, showing an amazing talent—the talent of dying.

Just testing in front of the main gate, Habalon's death count accumulated to [-] times, and there were more than [-] ways to die.

Being pierced, shocked by electricity, turned into steam after being swept by unknown magic, and sent to a height of hundreds of meters...

After thinking about it, Ning Feng finally decided to fight in person.

Because the efficiency is really too low...

Habalon has only passed through three blocks so far, and according to his visual estimation, there are hundreds of such blocks.

He really didn't want to read the sonnet written by Habalon for himself anymore.

This guy doesn't know many characters in total, and the only thirteen lines he can write are also from others, but he can't recite them all every time, and he has to improvise to fill up the thirteen lines...

enough.

"I go on my own……"

Although Tours and the others have not allowed Ning Feng, who is a "prophet", to take risks in person since last year, but if he really insists on taking action, no one can stop him.

"My lord? Do you have any tasks for your loyal Habalon?"

"...No, not anymore, you worked hard."

Habalon looked at the Prophet who was stunned for a moment and then shook his head with a smile. He didn't know why he called him but didn't give him the task.

"My lord once again acted as a scout himself, but why didn't you take me?"

"Master Prophet must have his own ideas!"

"Praise the Prophet!"

Thinking of this, Haballon took out crumpled paper from his satchel and started his own creation.

Write sonnets!
Looking back, Ning Feng looked at the figure squatting on the ground excitedly writing, finally just sighed, turned and left.

"Seriously, stop writing."

(End of this chapter)