Log Horizon

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The light blue "Fox Fire" (Foxfire) illuminated the luxurious room.

The large room, which seemed deserted, has one Lord.

Thin and weak flames, unlike the common Fluorescent Light (Bugslight) in Akiba. That light hasn't illuminated everything in the big room. Every swinging light creates darkness in the corners of the room.

In that darkness, a blanket-wrapped brunette circles herself like a coat.

It's not a blur.

In a luxuriously furnished room. Sofa decorated with brocade. Satsuko wall decorations, bed with canopy, white Asia table. But there is no sign that any piece of furniture has been loved in life. I'm just letting signs of inorganism and other manners that I'm ordered to do.

Wet feathers lying in the shadows of such furniture, in the shadows, as usual, had an untidy evening.

From the small round table, a bunch of paper flows out like a waterfall, extending to her sight. There are red traces of flowers scattered on those documents and bundles of paper that contain letters. If you look closely, it looks like a wine stain.

Wet feathers stare at such a view illuminated by a pomegranate.

You can't even read the little letters written on the ledge in such a dark room. The paperwork, the illusion of rising from the darkness of the room, and the wet feathers are fighting only with their gaze.

Different things emerged from the darkness. The majority of them are obscure white figures.

Even the contours were blurry. They whispered couscous with a small voice that could not be heard well by wet feathers, and they parted the wet feathers. From the smoky shadow, whose appearance is not even certain, you get a gaze that is worthwhile or teasing.

Wet feathers snuffed their cold fists hard.

Or there were more specific, zoggy thick arms that appeared. When that arm grabs the hair of a wet feather, he tries to force the white shadow to take him away. Wet feathers raised a low threatening voice like a beast. I already knew that would make that shadow disappear.

I spent a long time blocking my ears to the voice of the curse.

This entire guild hall with sixteen luxurious rooms was reserved for a private room with wet feathers. Not a dozen people have the right to enter this guild hall except for wet feathers. At this late hour of the night, there will be no one but the maid of the "earthlings" who will turn the night.

In that deserted darkness, wet feathers spend endless nights.

My body was exhausted without remembering that I had done anything. The limbs surrounded by cold blood were as heavy as sandbags, and this world was like a water bottom.

It's not unusual. It has been for a long time.

It is tiredness that cannot be healed by gaining the Body of the Adventurer.

Pull your thin hand up in front of you.

I see thin, white, smooth, finely crafted fingers.

Sweet as a demonic piece of art, it has glowing claws in cherry blossom color.

Fine skin that follows from it. The ridges of the arms, which do not make you feel the temperature, still remind you of enough softness.

There's nothing but disgust and rejection. There's a mixture of underwater joy that can't be contained in the darkness.

Wet feathers themselves do not acknowledge the value of sticking to this flesh, but I know very well that it drives others crazy. It was a rotten joy.

Sweet and faint voices, floral scents and bodies tied up in the name of clothing are the object of the thirst of many. Thinking about it, the joy of uncleanness rises as sticky as it gets.

Wet feathers responded to it with a contemptuous gaze, though a short laugh appeared as the white shadow with the documents as its territory. The white shadow gave rise to groans as if impeaching, but the wind no longer changed. No wet feathers endure the agony of earlier times.

Wet feathers raised their throats as they twirled around the blanket.

I think it's an ominous voice.

If this is before the young lord of the consul, or before the loreil the chief of the Kingsguard, no Zeldus, Nacarnad, no matter who he is, he will not give a voice that will plunder and scowl like this. Charming with a sweet voice like the one wrapped in honey is the routine for wet feathers. As we have done so far, we will continue to do so.

I think it's crap.

I think it sounds stupid.

But the more I thought about it, the more interesting was the crowd of people wandering right and left, sometimes contending, sometimes moaning, cursing at each other and bragging about their superiority in search of that crappy silly wet feather.

Those who have scorned Wet Feathers so much and blamed them for their viciousness show so much wolf that they throw out their wealth and their lives with one sweet voice or another of Wet Feathers. It was a weapon and armor of wet feathers that lasted a long night. The only thing that temporarily makes me forget the pain of causing wet feathers is the hustle and bustle of people fighting for wet feathers.

Funny thing about people who worship such priceless wet feathers as gold or gems.

That's the only thing that warms, soothes and makes me sweet and numb my wet feathers.

Only while watching them can wet feathers feel pleasant. And more importantly, only a crappy funny play of people dancing around wet feathers convinces me that this world is as worthless as it is for me.

When I think of the advice of the Adventurers who complain to her with their blue faces, I laugh thinly.

- This world is not a game. We have to compete for survival here.

Wet feathers perceive themselves with a gloomy grin.

What a fool you're talking about. Bullshit. What the hell. Wet feathers thought it was like falling asleep. The boy who once said the word, Adventurer, no longer works as a member of PLANT HWYADEN, dedicating his life every day. Are you saying that he pays taxes to the Alliance for survival and competition?

Sounds stupid.

Hours after the catastrophe, wet feathers had taken all their possessions from several approaching Adventurers, money, food, even weapons and protective equipment. It was an easy thing. Panic attacked them. They believed in any absurd lie.

A few days after that, wet feathers were grabbing new world clues from their devotion. Having renounced to think too much of a shock, they did whatever wet feather words would command them. Organized them and made them forget their encouragement anxiety in gentle words, Wet Feather became the biggest asset in Minami even a few weeks later (Adventurer).

And a month after the catastrophe, when she acquired “overskill," she had mastered Minami's guardian mechanism.

Coup while no one knows. Wet feathers, who have obtained the greatest force, negotiate with the (earthlings) aristocrats and consuls against the backdrop of their power to gain further wealth. It was easy to contain the Great Shrine if we got that far.

Yes, it was easy.

I advised you months after the catastrophe to tell the secrets of this world as if, by that boy, "survival competition," I mean, isn't this what this is all about? Wet feathers ask in the back of the brain.

It's so boring that you can no longer call it stupid.

The boy's not so innocent was enough to even remember his hatred.

This world is not a game. When I heard the words, Wet Feathers could laugh from the bottom of his heart. Wet feathers thanked him for that so funny statement. I also felt only a little temptation to punch my black chest in the boy with a desperate look on his face, but insisted on a soft sister attitude. Because I knew that was the mask that was wanted.

But inside the chest of wet feathers was filled with an irrepressible urge to laugh.

I know that. I've known it for a long time.

In the first place, I've never played wet feathers before.

I've never thought of "Elder Tail" as a game, as leisure time entertainment, from the beginning.

Even then, when "Elder Tail" was an electronic play called MMO for many players, it was a tough battlefield for Wet Wings to survive.

If you don't keep bleeding, if you don't keep screaming, you'll be forgotten.

Being forgotten is annihilation from the world.

If you weren't someone who meant something to someone, if you hadn't asked for it, if you hadn't taken care of it, it was the same thing that was dead. No, it's even scarier than dying. Because death may be silent and nirvana, but it is not worthless enough to take, to live as a dust mustard that cannot be favored by anyone - it is all kinds of hell to live as an inferior that no one needs.

Wet feathers have continued to drill seeping blood at any time to get people interested, to get them to like it, to get them to contend.

Even any painful effort was far more than being ignored. Eventually, when the drill came to fruition and gained favor with one worthless word or trick, Wet Feather dumped the favor on the ground as if it were a jerk. Favor the warped wet feathers because they were cloudy eyed players with nothing but personal greed.

We must compete for survival here. [M]

A farcical line. Secret advice is hilarious.

Doesn't that seem like we didn't have to compete for survival in the previous world?

Maybe that's true. Not for that boy. How blessed or flower garden? That makes me want to unleash the black hatred in my chest and burn everything, along with the urge to laugh.

As far as wet feathers know, every moment is a survival competition. That doesn't change at all whether it's the original world or this world.

Deciphering how it works, looking for weaknesses, keeping them alert, flirting, letting them trust, betraying them, depriving them of their share. That's the basic rule of the world. There is also a lag in periodicity, such as deliberately deciding to do so.

I also know why it was so easy to unify Minami.

Wet feathers were meant to be taken from the beginning. Of the tens of thousands of "adventurers" who drifted into this world, only wet feathers lived the reality, not the game, from the beginning. Because that was the routine for wet feathers.

Wet feathers just grew as fond and obsessed with love and discord as they did when Elder Tail was a game. I just charged my share, as usual. That's why I became the center of PLANT HWYADEN because I was loved. This world chose wet feathers. Wet feathers made me happy. Got everything.

Hear a cursory and exhaled exhale with your own ears, shadowing with hatred.

I wonder why I should have been chosen so full of pain. Wet feathers trembled holding their tails like pillows.

Why should I round my body like an injured beast, lurk my breath and spend the night doing it?

Fox ears trembled with a headache of wet feathers eating up his teeth.

At the end of the gaze I looked up, a door opens like a square cut of light, where a single maid appears.

"Wet feathers"

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Wet feathers out of sight blatantly ignored. Inktis, the maid who divides the practices of "PLANT HWYADEN". He was the belly of wet feathers, but someone who was outside the interest of wet feathers. No. She could no longer have been a cursed woman surrounded by wet feathers.

"No bed again"

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Wet feathers looked up at Inktis, who had become a shadow in the backlight.

Inktis, usually with a frozen masked look, is now smiling like a spill. The grin is never directed at anything other than wet feathers, but every time I saw it, wet feathers felt like my stomach cramped. No matter how many times you cut it off, no matter how many times you purge yourself, it smells just like those arms that grow out of the darkness in your bedroom.

"Were you even thinking about Siloe?

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Wet feathers stir.

But Inktis never frightens or fades like that obscure white shadow.

Whisper to the wet feathers with an inorganic grin like a sticky one.

As he approaches slipping, Inktis approaches his wet feathers to break his hips.

Wet feathers clenched her lips to the cold steely scent drifting from the maid. Approximately unworthy of a woman, the smell of a cared for blade.

"Really?

"Don't talk about that guy"

Words poked with frustration and anger didn't seem to reach Inktis either. Always is. Every wish for wet feathers has never been accepted by Inktis except for one. I traded everything for just one thing.

"I told you, didn't I? I told you, didn't I? He said no. He said nothing would happen if he exchanged words with that one. That's a person who can't connect anywhere. It always was. That's not a player. It's just noise with high abilities. - Hey, wet feathers?

The sight of wet feathers is stirred by suffering and fear.

"It's a man you can't get. That's just a traitor, but it's smart. I'd say it's a cleanliness habit. I know, I can smell the dove."

Though I had expected it, even though I was prepared, Inktis' words inflicted such pain that I could swallow my wet feathers. Memories appear like countless ghosts who were desperately pushing into the darkness, wiggling the hearts of wet feathers.

It was a whispering, unclear body of whispering white shadows.

It was a past where wet feathers were supposed to have never been taken off to Earth.

"You, do you really think someone can touch you? You're such a thin, dirty, miserable beggar? Aren't you full of lies? You have nothing to tell the truth about. What's true is that if you open the lid, you're born to emit more rotten odors than sewage filth. Disgusting thins and laughs, like you've been looking at me for so long in your appetite."

Crazy fears sticking snugly on wet feathers rise.

Plastic lunch plates. Garbage mixed soup. I remember grabbing my lips in a narrow locker and hoping no one would find me.

"Understand. Don't think of a disgusting person like you being connected to someone. Hey, I'm the only one making a deal with a Doss dirty woman like you, right?

I desperately stirred up my vomiting sensation.

I was able to hide it.

Surviving.

Wet feathers desperately opened their eyes so that their weakness could not be understood. Inktis correctly expressed wet feathers. They won't say that, but I know it. More than anyone else, wet feathers are aware of themselves as thin and dirty and disgusting.

But what you know about it and someone pointing it out to you is a completely different dimension.

"You are a princess convenient to see from afar."

Still, Inktis pinched up his wet-feathered ears to twist them at his fingertips.

"That's why I have trouble going to Akiba, wet feathers. Be aware. It's not like when it was your salon anymore. This PLANT HWYADEN. You collect lots of Dek dolls to build your castle. I will now have everything on the Yamato server in my hands. Hey, wet feathers. That's the deal, isn't it?

Want wet feathers. Wet feather wishes.

A dream where I bet everything to never go back there again.

Whatever you do, no matter what you do, wet feathers will never want to go back to the past, as that word means. That's why I tied my hands to Inktis's plan. PLANT HWYADEN is a castle of wet feathers. It is a Night Castle filled with countless lights and soft praises.

"You make your place, don't you?

Wet feathers snort desperately trying not to show weakness to Inktis.

"Yes, it's about time. The Ten Seat Conference." Inktis seemed disinterested in such wet feathers. Wet feathers are not attending all the "Ten Seat Conferences" either. Wet feathers are not interested in running guilds in the first place.

"You're a princess. Let everyone know from me. Wet feathers. You are an important guild master of Plant hwyaden."

Inktis' footsteps are distracted by a dialog as if it were a souvenir.

In self-loathing and curses from the past that twisted him, wet feathers circled his body small and limitless so that this time he could hold his tail.

Did you lose your metabolic function? I was cold as my hands and feet hurt. The blanket that should have been wrapped around it is heavy and does not bring any warmth.

Palpitations plummet, and the world in front of you sinks as dark as anemia.

Horrible memories and humiliating memories all come back, and the ghost tries to bring wet feathers back to Earth. You have to keep fighting for wet feathers on your own at all times by order of Inktis.

But the wet feathers have a slight grin on the edge of her lips.

- Hey, I'm the only one making a deal with a Doss dirty woman like you, right?

No, it's not.

That's a promise that can't be called a contract. It may be nothing more than a frivolous interaction similar to the plays we've had with each other, but there's only one promise for wet feathers right now, besides Inktis' contract.

- It would be better if you were your enemy.

Separate words spoken by the young man, whom Inktis had limited access to, slightly protect the wet feathers.

A low metal noise rang in the distance announcing twenty-first hour.

The needle progression of the sticky clock seemed to be probably still infinite in length at night. The Adventurer's body can move without hindrance even if he sleeps less. The advantage was also the chain of prisons that trapped wet feathers in the night. Turn back a sudden awakening full of shallow mellow and terror. In this room where those usual wet feather night fights are supposed to continue. Someday I'm sure. I've never used a word similar to prayer before, just in the shape of my lips, and the wet feathers melted into a shallow sleep.

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It was a strange building room where multiple men and women gathered.

The columns decorating the carved walls of the drapes, the vases overflowing with fresh flowers from the elaborate patterns, even the tables and chairs embedded in gold, faded before the magnetic rays of the people gathering in the room.

All are a total of eight distinct members and their proximity.

"What about Inktis?

a man with glasses wearing neat clothes like a bureaucrat asked.

"I went to the princess. I'll be right back. Never mind, Zeldus."

A woman in military uniform answers.

"By the time the moon goes up, is it long past the designation?

"The princess is the same."

"I wish those two were married already"

A young voice with arrogance and a funny voice on each side.

Is this room, shaped like a loose staircase, about four centimeters tall each step of it? Rather than stairs, it was an interesting room, such as a series of low dance spaces. Each step creates a place for thoughts.

Many were sofas and leather chairs, some with desks and small bookshelves in some places. The number of those seats and steps is ten. The arches made on all sides of the room are also made at different heights for each of them, and if you look at the structure that helps them in and out, I guess this step represents the position of what occupies that position. The odd structure of this room seemed to represent their relationship as it was.

Kazuhiko looked around the room, keeping his hips in the low chair as he tried to carry his love knife in. This gathering is a "ten-seat meeting". It is a meeting by the members depositing Minami's governance, and essentially the central meeting of "PLANT HWYADEN".

Attendees of the "Ten Seat Meeting" are called Ten Seats, or Seat Generals, taking the name of the meeting.

There are two of the ten seats that have not yet arrived. Alliance master wet feathers from "PLANT HWYADEN" and inktis who picked her up.

Inktis will show up soon, but wet feathers are unknown. Whimsical she doesn't seem interested in the trivialities of guild management and absent most of these meetings. For "PLANT HWYADEN", which is no longer a huge mechanism, the judgment of Wet Feather, the founder and ally, is not required on a daily basis. Members were used to the absence of wet feathers.

This "ten-seat meeting" is the norm. Kazuhiko didn't hear that there was a special agenda.

But that's not why it's good to get distracted.

The relationship between the seating generals is complicated and subtle. "PLANT HWYADEN", established in such a way as to root and absorb the "Adventurer" of West Yamato, is already special in its origins. That means something completely different than the guild of the former MMO (Elder Tail), founded by fellow caregivers to play with each other. Born of swallowing several existing guilds, this enormous integration organization was born with the aim of mutual assistance and survival cooperation among the otherworldly Elder Tails.

It was grouped together for the purpose of adjusting interests from the very beginning. It is a single guild and a fully egalitarian organization, but its insides are factional disturbances. That was common sense for people with some knowledge of "PLANT HWYADEN".

That is not the only peculiarity of composition.

Wet feathers caged Minami's guard organization at the beginning to establish this giant guild. Minami's guard is a subdivision of the Saiya Palace. In other words, "PLANT HWYADEN" was an organization created from the time of its establishment to intertwine with the "Earthlings".

The Alliance Master, the "West Delivery” Wet Feather gained status and power in that way.

Meanwhile, the Senate, which has ruled the West Yamato with the Saiyamiya family, is also taking a strong interest in "PLANT HWYADEN" and is trying to take it in.

The city of Minami today is structured on a balance between the factions inside PLANT HWYADEN, the Saigon family of the Earthlings, and the Senate - many forces at best.

Kazuhiko is also responsible for one of those forces.

The security organization "Nonsheng Wolf" (Miburo) has the role of protecting the security of the city of Minami and controlling corruption and fraud. It's publicly one of those "PLANT HWYADEN" divisions.

But when it comes to reality, it's Kazuhiko's private soldier.

One of the factions inside "PLANT HWYADEN", organized by Kazuhiko with each other who stood up to stop the rotting Minami corruption at all. Its power is never great in Minami, but it is because it is one of the factions that it is able to hold seats in this "ten-seat meeting".

Behind Kazuhiko stands two guards with black feathers. Few ten seats are taking such escorts to this meeting.

Of course, it's not like escorts make sense at this meeting.

Kazuhiko took a seat with a great gaze, which means he saw the top of the room.

A feminine throne of spicy, elaborate craftsmanship as if it had been brought back from the land of the calves at the top.

Currently, that seat without the Lord is where the Alliance Master Wet Wings of "PLANT HWYADEN" should sit.

At the bottom step is a tea server and a silver wagon. Unscrupulous round chair with no signs of use. A second seat which is currently deserted but which actually dictates this meeting. It is the seat occupied by the maid Inktis.

They haven't shown up yet.

If Inktis came, it would be the dawn of a meeting.

The third stage dance floor is large, with practical chairs and a huge paperwork desk occupying the left and right. He writes numbers and instructions on a table depicting a young man with glasses who looks careless and terrible. From time to time, it is the third seat, the "Adventurer" Zeldus, dubbed the “watchtower”, that raises his gaze and throws spicy opinions from his sarcastic mouth.

Man with development and finances for "PLANT HWYADEN". The Iron Blood Chancellor.

A female soldier leans back in a relaxed position, placing a liquor bottle straight on the floor on the steps just below it. Seat IV “General Tojo” Mizfa-Trude. He is the most powerful warlord of the Senate and commander of the best (Earthlings) army of the "Holy Empire Westlande".

"Every day I'm free. It doesn't smell like blood. It's going to rot. I have as much time as I want, I can wait as long as the moon goes down."

She had a beautiful appearance of too much thirty, but she was a woman who gave a dark sense of criminal cruelty rather than the rigour of military personnel. In the middle of the sofa for two, he sits on his back in a relaxed position with open arms.

"Isn't it just that if you come here, you can drink fine liquor? Lander."

It was the big 'adventurer' sitting in a leather chair one step below who answered to tear it up. Fifth seat. “General of the South" Nakarnad. It brings together architectural machinery and boneless armor, as if it were a sign of being a "guardian warrior".

Mizfa nodded to Eagle Deep, saying "it must be," even to those words that he despised.

"You look good," said Nacarnad, with a bitter face, giving him a dried cup. The ladies of the impression, as discreet as the stain on the wall, leaned in like ghosts and poured new liquor.

These two are the military commanders of the PLANT HWYADEN expedition.

Each leads an army of "Earthlings" and an army of "Adventurers".

It is a common view among the adventurers attending this meeting that Mizfa's higher seat is consideration for the House of Lords. In fact, the military force led by Nakarnad is several times greater. Nakarnad was the guild master of Kansai's most powerful guild, Howling, during the old Yamato Server era. The influence of factions inside PLANT HWYADEN also exists here.

"I'm sleepy over here. Really, why are we gathered at night?"

It was the sixth seat that made the big stretch. “The Prophet's Hand." Quon.

"The night won't be the only time you're sleepy."

The voices of Zeldus, who does not raise his gaze from the paperwork, come from the upper steps, and lightly dressed quons, such as shirts and jeans, who only seem to be walking around the corner of the earth, protest by twirling to a cloak that looks so fantastically warm.

"I'm alert to the call from the other side.

The other participants in the word leak a small bitterness.

This young man named Quon is not capable or greedy enough to occupy his seat at the conference by nature. However, during the "Elder Tail" era, he was the master of games on the operational side. A Gamemaster is an employee of the Operator who has the same avatar as an Adventurer and participates in the game world to deal with the problems that have arisen there. It would be easy to understand if I said it was a form of trouble support.

He was hired by the F.O.E. He was so familiar with the operational situation and knowledge. "F.O.E" Most of my abilities as a gamemaster are sealed because I am not logged in from a dedicated enclosure located in a company house, but because I encountered a "catastrophe" in a situation where I was logged in with a private PC located at home, even that could help me find out what happened. That's why he occupies one of the ten seats.

"Calling from the Other Side" is one of the GameMaster abilities that Quon still holds, allowing you to receive pop-up notifications of operational events that occur on Yamato servers. He also said that he could receive a call from "F.O.E", but if he believed Quon's words, he would not be contacted after the "catastrophe", and the events that occur would seem to be limited to the time limit and trigger formula.

"The connection with the higher world is fading."

One lower stage of Kazuhiko. Eight seats of old men were included and teased with laughing words.

"Shut up. Call surveillance is a conference decision, isn't it?

The old man laughs at Kuon's attitude like a shin. She looks happy, but her eyes look terribly cloudy. Seat VIII “Archmage of Miral Lake” Shered-Gang. The authority of magic and historiography that stands for the "Earthlings". Its knowledge and magical abilities, together with Zeldus, have been injected into the development of new technologies.

"Princess - will you show yourself again tonight?"

Coming into the hall with the whining of ninth seat "Kingsguard” Loreil-Dawn was Inktis, a beauty talent dressed in maid clothes. The "Ten Seat Conference" begins with her stone-beating footsteps as the bell for the show.

"I would like to start the" Ten Seat Conference "tonight. Today's topic begins with a report on city welfare."

Inktis abruptly began to cut out the meeting without a priori. And that's always the first topic I choose. Kazuhiko holds his breath to dive under the water and tries to keep his heart cold.

The city of Minami is peaceful and rich.

But it is also a structure that is made up because it exploits the "earthlings" in an invisible part. Currently, there are about 10,000 Adventurers living in Minami. And there are three times as many "earthlings" as there are. There are many restaurants and lodgings run by the "earthlings", but the majority of the "earthlings" are "squire".

A "squire" is a "earth man" hired by an "adventurer" to take care of himself around him. There is demand from "Adventurers" in the sense of freeing up miscellaneous affairs, and "Landlords" are welcome to say that employment is highly rewarding. But on the other hand, it is also a hotbed for all kinds of problems. Minami's prosperity was built on hidden distortions and dirt.

The meeting progresses elsewhere with Kazuhiko's thoughts.

The largest of the measures currently under way by Minami's administration is the issuance of guild passes.

"PLANT HWYADEN" affiliates and Minami-based "Landlords" can receive guild passes issued by the "PLANT HWYADEN" secretariat. Several ranked guild pass holders have completely free access to restaurants and lodgings according to their rank. "PLANT HWYADEN" members no longer have to carry change. It is also seen that this pass contributes significantly to the development of Minami, since it is a free loan of something that has a three-month renewal rather than a purchase.

Kazuhiko renews his determination as he listens to the glorious report.

I'm sure there will be more ugly and bigger troubles from now on.

The advantages of the guild path system are understandable. The significance of guaranteeing a certain life in the "Adventurer" who avoids fighting monsters is enormous. "PLANT HWYADEN" will also be able to implement more meaningful policies, such as managing the purchase of materials. But it is the "earthlings" who make the sacrifice in it. (Miburu) is there to protect justice throughout the city. That means protecting the weak. Kazuhiko and his men are fighting to alleviate the tragedy of the Earthlings, which many Adventurers pretend not to see.

At some point the meeting went through a study report on the Laid Zone, extending to the situation in Nakas and even to the current situation in Akiba.

"So Akiba sent out troops to the northeast,"

"Sounds like it."

Nakarnad responds to Inktis's query.

"The members are the Five Legions led by“ Mad Warrior ”Crusty. He is also accompanied by" Black Sword ”,“ Hatter "and“ Grandpa Fei Long ”. It's from the“ best. "

Akiba also seems to be corrupt in their relationship with the (earthlings), unlike Minami and Shape.

Compared to Minami, who has connections with the head of the "Earthlings" named Saigou family, he chose to co-exist with the "Earthlings" organization, which delivers north of Kanto called the "Alliance of Free Cities". Many participants in the Ten Seat Conference believe that the decision is the difference in the speed of change between Akiba and Minami.

Minami has gained stability much faster than Akiba, and has achieved excellent results in all aspects, including life services and the development of new technologies. Minami is gaining the stability of life that is of paramount importance to the "Adventurer", who is locked away in different worlds. It is the happiness of the Adventurers living in Minami.

I don't even have belly glasses.

The tenth seat with the eye mask slipped threw words at the meeting.

The meeting calmed down for a moment as distracted by the relaxed voice of "The Phantom Dojo”, who had slept easily until earlier on a Southern-style resort chair made of canvas and wooden frames.

"There are no belly black glasses," the ten seats repeat how they interpreted the silence. "I don't know if I've accompanied you on the Northeast Expedition. But it looks like he disappeared. Okay, what do we do? Inktis."

KR looked up at his former companion from the bottom, with a noisy grin at what seemed like a prank.

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When I closed the thick wooden door, the direct line paid for the snow from all over my body.

Not so much as a snowstorm for my direct line outside, but there is snow in the mountain breeze. The time was supposed to be a shallow afternoon, but the thick clouds made it dim and the temperature low.

There is nothing like freezing in the snowstorm because of the cold resistance gear on, but my legs were not taken. Direct inheritance is a guardian warrior, and what surrounds you is metal full-body armor. It is not equipped to act on snow if it is meant to be. Nonetheless, in this weather, it was due, for one thing, to the physical ability of the [Adventurer] to make a lookout.

"Direct line?

"Oh, come on."

The direct successor replied to Siloe's voice calling from behind the lodge.

Loosen the belt and remove the cage hand. This cage hand is a craftsman's latest craftsmanship item that was never found in the Elder Tail era. I love it because the direct connection of level 90 is more versatile than what I got with Reid, but because of the handmade work since the Catastrophe, I can't attach or remove it from the menu.

Instead of being a cageman, he finally removes some kind of weapon-like weight gear and throws other gear into the Magic Bag one after the other. What emerged from beneath the boneless armor was a seven-minute room outfit. It is a rough outfit no different from when I was on Earth.

It's certainly a freezing winter mountain out there, I guess the humans who built this lodge had a good idea of the freezing mountain winter. The walls made of marutai are doubled, and in the meantime the straw seems to be stuck.

In conjunction with thick tapestries, the room is kept at quite a comfortable room temperature.

The direct line took off its thick socks for climbing and stuck its toes in the indoor wear. As soon as I get home, they say it stinks like a jerk to want to take off my socks, but I think the direct line wants me to leave you alone because that's what I've been doing since I was a kid.

"How'd it go?

"No abnormalities. Snow is a little windy."

"I can't cry," he said.

"It's just a little bit of a cry."

"Because you're not here, you do that again."

In Japanese style, it was about ten tatami rooms.

Siroe, whose fireplace burns red and sits on a thick rug, spreads many notes and maps around. Dozens of sheets are crap even if I just looked around all the time. Some of them looked familiar to the direct heirs. Map nearby - the annotations and memoirs were surprisingly drawn in red ink, which sums up the reports made by direct successors over the past week.

Though warm and comfortable inside the lodge, it's been a week since I left Akiba's people. The direct line looked around in the mood like, oh man.

"What about the little old man?

"That guy's not that old. I guess I'm just as old as we are."

"It's the old man who laughs."

Taking off his trademark white robe coat, the roomie began carefully overlapping the notes at hand with no gaze to his direct succession.

"Do you want me to help?

"No, that's fine. It'll be over soon."

"Sort of."

I guess I'm concentrating.

Direct relay sits down on the fur rug so as not to interfere with such a siloe.

……

……

Siloe makes some writing next to the overlapping notes this time when she takes down the thick notes. There are no computers or word processors in this world. Siloe was spilling it when it was hard to organize the information, but when she tries to help, she refuses. I've been stubborn for a long time.

I guess from the time we met, the direct successor thought.

When I had just attended the Tea Party of the Prodigal (DeBeauchery) (- Tea Party), the topic of eating even if it was off the hook was raised. If it's an online game, it's obvious, but tea party members live all over Japan. That's why it's very impossible for everyone to attend a dinner party like that. But there were still five people living in Kanto.

The first siroe I met was drinking Poor's Tea.

That's Oolong tea, right? Direct inheritance such as this was explained by Shiloe about the difference between the two. That explanation lasted thirty minutes and ultimately extended to the political situation and tea leaf speculation in Taiwan. Back then, in the EU, there was a "collapse" (vital fall), and even college students couldn't stay out of that conversation.

My direct succession and Siloe's friendship began in the wake of such an off-duty meeting.

We were both college students at the time, and it was huge that we lived within an hour of biking to go out and play. An out-of-school friend is valuable. I even took an inert siloe and walked everywhere.

There are countless things that have swung at Kanami's selfishness.

Go to the Odawara pumpkin factory. So much so that I thought I'd really fist him when I said it out. Still, I enjoyed it if I had to go and the key pumpkin was surprisingly delicious. I think Kanami's morality or taste is a big deal around there, too.

That's why the direct line and siloe stick together a long time.

This is how I'm used to throwing my feet out next to silent siloes and relaxing. It's what I used to do when I was a student, and it happens all the time in The Horizon of Records.

The heat emanating from the fireplace comes around to the toe that was buried in the snowfield. The sensation of being slightly paralyzed melted away and the warmth returned.

When the straightener twisted herself and opened the "magic bag", she removed the metal water bottle and cup.

It was mog milk that I poured. It is a beverage similar to banana milk when it comes to earth where the fruit of the mog was crushed and put in.

When I gave the same thing to Shiloe with the voice "Mm", she received it without even giving me a glance in reply to "Mm". Slightly sweet mog milk to each other. How can friends be like this? High-tensioned, attentive conversations are a breeze.

"Incarceration Festival in Snow Mountain with Ciro, Old Man"

Still, I tried crushing with Bosoli somehow because I wasn't being malicious, I was free.

"What do you miss? Direct"

"Well. Nothing like a resort."

"It's a country, isn't it?"

Straight back to Shiloe's response.

This lodge is a closed zone, but it is a snowy mountain outside where that lodge is located, with a field zone roughly 60 kilometres on one side. The Adventurer was one of the direct successors in the field zone. I checked on the in-zone list earlier before entering the lodge, so there's no mistake. I don't call such an area rural. Secret frontier. I would say direct line that Tierstone is an island on land in Yamato servers.

"I'm from Ciro. Where are you?

"Tokyo"

Direct passage to concise answers takes a deep sigh. This is why I am from Tokyo in trouble. There is no distinction between the countryside, where people live, and the real secret frontier.

The stranded direct relay rolled with his head on his elbowed hand as it was.

About ten days ago, Shiloe asked me to leave a message. Leave Akiba for a while and ask for the Horizon of Records. I'm here to say no to direct transmission in one second.

I hadn't even asked where you were going or what you were going to do, but I thought you were going to do something nasty. And that's not generally necessary, but it's what we think we need siloes for. I knew as soon as I saw his face.

If that's what we all know right away that we need, a human being named Siloe asks others lightly. There will be no hesitation in what we all do if it is necessary for everyone. Trying to do it yourself is because it is difficult to convince the need.

I was wondering if it had improved since one of the "Crescent Burger" cases, but the innate temperament doesn't seem to cure them all once or twice.

That's mean. Damn, I thought it was direct, but I thought it was siloed too.

Where Shiloe had a bad habit, there are so many good things about it that he writes it off. The problem is that Shiloe herself doesn't get it, and she should be accompanied by a kickstarter who's smart enough to mess with this stupid friend's back. For example, it is an old friend, a direct successor, etc.

"Can I explain why you're trapped in this snowy mountain chamber?

"I'm not trapped. I'm just pulling."

"Shiro, you have no festival at all."

"You mean peace, that."

In Shiloe's case, it's hard to be serious about more than half the time.

"... I'm pulling here because I don't want them to know where I am. It's good right now, but I don't want them to read my intentions, considering what lies ahead."

Shiloe, who followed the kind of interaction he had, nevertheless began to describe himself as a bump.

"For now, the purpose is money. I mean, it's a golden measure. You have to convince someone to do that."

"Is that the old man?

The direct successor thought of his companion. Little elf 'earthlings' scholars are drawn to the next room. In a literal sense.

"Oh, not that one. Mr. Li-Gan has one for this operation, too. I came to get you to join me in persuasion. Maybe you won't trust me with just my words. [M] He's a celebrity, even if you can see him."

"You don't look like a celebrity."

"" The Wise Men of Miral Lake, "but?

Someone like that, and the direct line convinces me of Siloe's words.

Milal Lake's Sage is the famous NPC in MMORPG (Elder Tail). Nevertheless, direct transmission has not seen its appearance on the game screen. He is a wise man who appears in legends and rumors in the game. It should have also appeared in a backstory of a massive battle called "Haylose's Nine Prisons," which I did during the Tea Party.

"Were you really there?"

"Yeah, you were there. It is."

"In the first place, why are you in such a mountain with a golden measure? If you need money, why don't you just borrow it from the Roundtable Conference?

"Yeah," Siroe sighs, "he's a little big on the forehead," when he does so with a difficult face.

The direct line was the thought of getting a headache.

I don't trust "a little" in this case at all. Even the last time I planned a takeover of Guildhall, Siloe should have looked a little cooler.

"How much?

"In total, I think it's about eighty trillion."

That was ridiculous, just ridiculous amounts of money.

The amount is calculated to be more than 10,000 times the total possession of all Adventurers on the Yamato server. You can't even gather from all the Adventurers in this world, not just Yamato servers, but the amount that doesn't exist in the first place. The direct successor flicks his mouth and looks at the siloe. Even Siloe, frowning like trouble, roared hmm.

But when I saw Siloe roaring, I knew the direct line. I hear Siroe isn't saying it in jokes or in an outrage. We think we need that amount no matter what.

"Oh, there is?

"I can't do it all, so I split it it up a few times - a little bit."

Shiloe laughed like she was in trouble even though she was only certain that she wasn't the kind of forehead that would make her "little one" for whatever reason.

"I don't have a choice. Talk some more. I've been thinking about the operation."

"There's no operation. It's a dungeon. Anyway, persuade me."

"Who? How."

When the two spoke that far as they rinsed the mogmilk, the door in the next room opened and a man in a robe appeared.

"Mr. Siloe. Guests have arrived, apparently."

The ill-eyed (earthlings) magician with an interesting look, laughing couscous, taps his direct shoulder. It is not uncommon for the "earthlings" to talk directly to Li Gun with an attitude that is not too far-fetched, but it is more relaxed with Li Gun.

"Please look at your direct line, too. Without having to be briefed, the negotiations that Mrs Siloe wants will already be opened. Come on. This is amazing. Or maybe this negotiation is strategic-class, no, defense-class magic."

What does defense class mean? The question of direct succession was cut off on the way.

Because the lodge door was knocked.

Until just 20 minutes ago, there should not have been an "Adventurer" in the area with a radius of about 10 km. Then are the visitors "earthlings"? But can the "earthlings" take to the depths of this snowy Tierstone mountain?

As Shiloe and Li-Gun stared, the direct successor took the sword out of the Magic Bag and headed to the door on guard.