Back room: I deliver courier to the entity

The chapter of water, proving that I am still in ~

This chapter is also not random water, I really have the full text after reading it, did a translation, not a machine translation.

Although the translation may not be good, it is no problem to look at it normally.

I found that this translation was more troublesome than writing it myself, and I couldn't see that English could not be translated literally, and the translation was in line with the original meaning.

............ The dividing line............

When the keymaster opened his eyes again, a black and white checkered pattern appeared in front of him.

He realized he was lying face down on the tiled floor, so he staggered to his feet.

Everything was blurry, and as he struggled to see his surroundings, a girl's giggling appeared, echoing around him.

Suddenly, the spotlight came on, illuminating a clown puppet standing on the stage.

"What's wrong, stupid, ready to drink some eggnog?!"

the keymaker swayed and looked at the puppet, already realizing who she was.

"Game master? Are you the second messenger?

"Hey, hello keymaster! That's me, the future Christmas ghost—" The game master began, then she looked somewhere under the stands, and then she turned to the keymaker.

"Ah—oh, I'm sorry, I'm the ghost of Christmas presents, I thought. Anyway, want to eat eggs? What I have is!

She took a few eggs out of her sleeve and most of them fell to the floor with a snap.

The keymaster raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want eggs for?"

"Do what? Make eggnog, of course, you are such a stupid fool! When

the game master brings out a large glass of "eggnog mixed with nails," the rest of the eggs fall to the floor, which looks like it's no more than half-beaten yolk with dirty nails and screws floating on it.

"No, thanks!" The keymaster raised his hands and refused.

"Ah, whatever you want. Did you know what, I have a special menu for you with something special that I wouldn't make for anyone. Be any! Damn it. It's so fragrant.

The game master flipped the "nailed wine" and you'll see that it turns into a steaming glass of gravy.

"This is a cup of beef gravy! No nails!!!" the

key master studied it carefully, although he was still a little worried... But it does look like gravy.

"Okay."

He compromised, picked up the cup, and sipped it.

It's delicious!

The game master grinned.

"Now let's get down to business! You know the rules, right? The

keymaster shrugged slightly.

"I feel like I... Know? Do you want to show something about me?

"Correct!" The game master replied, snapping her fingers and then pointing her finger at the keymaster. "But I'll spice it up for you. Let's play a game together! The

keymaster sighed.

"That... But that's wonderful. The

game master grabbed the keymaster by the hand and pulled him towards a Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

"Okay, okay, so we saw a tree here uh... Did you scoop up this pointy tree from the dump. Speaking of these damn trees, why are they the same damn spiky? Shouldn't the tree be round? It's like the one they look like in the drawing, isn't it? The

key master stared blankly at the game master.

"Anyway...! The game master kept rubbing and clapping his hands and continued, "Let's start the game!"

She grabbed a red spherical ornament from the tree and bit it down, nonchalantly like a human eating an apple, but with a crunching sound like chewing glass or metal.

Then she raised her hand and signaled the keymaster to come to her.

"Come here, keymaster, pull my finger!" She said with a wink.

The key master narrowed his eyes, "What trick are you trying to play?" He questioned.

The game master let out an exaggerated gasp: "What?! I didn't do anything! Just pull my finger. The

keymaster sighed again, tugging on the game master's fingers, and when the wooden joints clicked, his cup of gravy splashed on his face, temporarily making him lose his vision.

When he wiped it off, the game master had reached under the tree and took out a large ball wrapped in wrapping paper and threw it at the key master.

"Oooooh, look at this thing I just embodied!"

She waved her finger and said, "Now it's time to play the Pass Wrap!"

"How to play this game?"

"You peel off this wrapping paper layer by layer until you reach the very core, like peeling an onion. It has surprises underneath each floor.

"Is it just me who will do this?" I remember the game was called Pass the Package. The

game master scoffed and shrugged.

"Whatever, you just play the game!" She muttered, pointing to the ball.

The keymaster looked down at the ball and noticed the uniqueness of the first layer design.

It is single yellow and the pattern resembles wallpaper.

The keyman recognized it, but he wasn't sure when or where he had seen it.

He opened it, but found nothing below that level, only the next one.

"The wrapper itself has a special meaning to me, doesn't it? He asked.

The game master smiled.

"Well, that's because there's an arrow on it, like a sign of going back to the future!"

"But we didn't go anywhere."

"Yes, but - anyway, open the next floor!

She pouted and crossed her arms at the same time.

The keymaster gave her a suspicious look, then began to untie the next layer.

The wrapping paper is red with a cockroach pattern on it.

Underneath it is a cockroach that hisses at the owner of the key before being quickly squashed by the keymaster.

"What does that mean to me?

"Because there's cockroaches at level 4, where you've just been!" The

keymaker scoffed. "I've had enough of this game."

"But I'm a master of the game! That's all I have! The

keymaster shook his head in disapproval, and then he opened the next floor.

Its pattern is cartoon bomb.

When the wrapper drops, revealing a real bomb, his confusion turns into shock, and the fuse has burned to the end!

It exploded in the hands of the keymaster, knocking him to the ground.

He groaned and stood up, surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

"This... And what does it mean?! He snorted in pain, the corners of his eyes twitching with anger.

"What do you mean, of course, it means your explosive temper!"

The game master said loudly, rolling on the floor with laughter.

"Come on, there's the last floor!"

The keyman looked down and saw that the last layer of the package was miraculously intact, with the pattern of the key engraved on it.

He tore open the wrapper, revealing a key.

"I see, it must be because I'm a key master, right?" He asked.

The game master shook his head.

"Nope! This is because you helped a wanderer by putting the keys to his house in his wallet!

"How do you—it doesn't matter." The keysmith shook his head and said, "Are we done now?" The

game master nodded, "That's right! Oh yes, by the way, the future Christmas ghosts will kill you! Well, I'm going to sleep now, bye! The game master then quickly threw his face to the floor.

The keymaster snapped twice, "He's going to ——!?" he wanted to say something before he fell unconscious.

"Ah, hey, I put the sleeping pills in his gravy..." the game master snickered, and then she fell asleep too.