Log Horizon

Siloe wasn't expecting this development.

The Shadow Spirits were the families of Luceart in the Seven Gardens, and once the battle began, it was predictable that they would turn this one around. It was expected, however, that it was a few bodies that had been misplaced, with a wide stain spreading to the ceiling and too many shadows.

- The Shadow Warrior occurs only equal to the number of people who have dealt damage to the black Luceart.

So it is the siloe that hath broken it.

In this battle, all the Shadow Warriors who came after us from the Colosseum were completing their crusades at the time of launching the attack on [Ibra Habla in the Three Gardens]. Beyond that, the number of Shadow Warriors to follow per Luceart is zero.

And the Shiloes can't be more damaging to Luceart than they have moved on. There can be no such thing as the possibility that Luceart can create Shadow Warriors again. Why Shadow Warrior was born so much, etc. -.

The siloe that I thought of so far comes to only one possibility.

Luceart stabbed himself with his own axe spear.

That's how he did the damage and created the Shadow Warrior in one piece.

And that whole thing and Luceart himself once again do damage to the black armor, and get two more dependents. And that repetition. It is that black shadow that the legions of Luceart have smudged from the aisle, which they have never been able to obtain by offering themselves to sacrifice.

"Avant-garde!

The thought passed the siloe for less than a moment, and the mouth was giving a shouting instruction.

We're almost there. I'm not saying 700 seconds. In 600 seconds you can defeat Flaming Snake Ibra Habla. That creates excess power. We have to buy that time. Siroe thinks. How long did it take us to reach this great cavity? How long has it been since we started the fight? If Luceart in the Seven Gardens produces a Shadow Spirit about every 200 seconds, and the number increases as a rat count, how many of them will be now? Thirty-one. Sixty-three of many... Computational responses come instantly. If the latter is the only number to despair, but if it is the former, there should be a marginal possibility left. Shiloe screams in shame at the thought that it should, etc.

"Assault and kiting."

That was also an operation equal to a suicide order. It was the third order of the Silver Sword, which responded to Shiloe's instruction to carry out a fugitive play with Shadow Warriors, but there were more flexible raiders that popped up faster than that.

"Whoa, whoa! Out of the way, Phantom Step! Wyburn kick! Ahhh! [Townting SHOUT] Huh!!!!

Demiquas, who decided to make a bunk jump as if he had scaffolded something in the air, jumped up hollow as it was a rocket, releasing a scream as he turned his body like a solo. It is the roar of provocation used in the warrior position. It was an instant, but Siroe witnessed all the Shadow Warriors being deprived of consciousness by Demiquas.

As Reid members, including such siloes, looked up, the long-haired 'militant', reflected in the fall from a moment of stillness, somehow seemed to look for siloes with an angry look. The moment he loses sight of himself on that move too quickly, Shiloe breaks down his posture.

Without knowing what had happened, the siloe floated and felt it flying backwards at an overwhelming rate.

"-!!

I know my direct line is screaming something. But I can't hear that word in the distant scenery.

Apparently, I'm moving through this great cavity with tremendous momentum. As if thrown into a coin laundry with a giant drum, Siloe repeated a sudden acceleration and deceleration.

A shadow warrior suddenly appears in front of him and tries to wave down a big sickle at a stunned siloe, but he is blown away with a sight rotation that seems to make him sick. It was a giant leg armor (greaves) with a vicious silhouette that did it.

"What," Phantom Step "!!

Leaving behind a dense group of enemies, Demiquas dances out into the air again.

Siloe is pinched and wielded at the root of her demikus.

"What?"

"Shut up, you fucking glasses! Wyburn kick!

The raw odor and warm blood that was pummeled on his cheeks allowed Siloe to regain her calmness.

Whether you're going to come here and screw up Reid and avenge Shiloe, or whether you have a chance to be Demiquas, that Shiloe doesn't know. But the fact is, Demiquas grabs the back of the siloe around his neck and treats it like a hunting prey.

(But this situation. Isn't that bad...?

If you change your perspective, Siloe is a stationary turret equipped with Demiquas.

If you notice that, there's one thing to do. Siloe scatters the spells of the Granting Mage around her when she is weak in fire.

Perhaps Demiquas uses a stunt, "Drag Move," that is supposed to be used against one of the enemy groups and that makes him target himself independently of Hate and drag him around as he is. Or maybe he's just simply carrying the siloe like luggage with that arm force that's over 90 levels. That would also be possible if the Adventurer were of unusual health. Both possibilities.

But what mattered now was to rip the Shadow Warriors off the Reid team body.

"Northeast Passage Heh"

"Ugh, what do you have in mind?"

"Mind bolt."

"The Granting Artist!

But even as I was in bad shape, Demiquas seemed to change my track.

Kick the black upperback figure, break through, and head to the aisle side while being targeted by countless enemies. Siloe synthesizes information from a flashly swaying vision. The number of spikes was only confirmed by about twenty. Around 30 if you think out of sight? If you stop, Demiquas becomes incapable of fighting in fifteen seconds, even if there was healing spell cover. Half without cover. Though it's a hundred million bucks to wonder about Shiloe herself, such answers have been clear since she started playing Elder Tail. Three seconds would be a good place.

"Siloe, come on!

The head of the shadow swelled as it approached from a low position in an attempt to strike, and began to look like a watermelon.

William's sniper was a blow to Todome.

"No need to cover this way, defeat Ibra Habla"

"So, you belly-black"

"William! Defeat the enemy!

I wasn't sure what my voice conveyed to that proud field commander (Alliance Master) or how much I felt on it. Still, William glanced hard with a carefree look and said, "Concentrate on all attacking forces, Ibrahabra! Sorcerer! Don't worry about it, let go! shouted."

Vision flowed to melt and crept through the stick of the frost giant Tartauger.

With his neck shrugged by its overwhelming mass rubbing the back of his head, Siloe notices a white dermal membrane approaching his feet.

"Tartauger's White Night." Move inhibition is coming, flame... "

"You found out, Lynx Tumbling."

Even ignore Siloe's advice. Demiquas rushes to bruise the curse of freezing. Demiquas, who houses the Bobcat's Lynx Tumbling, rushes up to the scaffold with a knocked down stick, to the frost giant's slender arm, and to his shoulder, seeking further ahead. Tartaurgar, always exhaling white breath for terrible cold air, accelerating further to kick its cheeks.

The manpower jet coaster, which removed all the safety devices, began the walk by drawing a bullshit track enough to send all the visitors to the hospital on the first day of the park.

Loop, tornado, slalom. Drawing dozens of shadows led by an invisible thread called Hate, Demiquas began a escape play of terror.

I heard a scream behind my back. I don't know what you were saying. But Siroe thought it might have been an encouragement. "Silver Sword" would be the word for a fellow (Raider) jumping into a dead place.

Into a passage filled with darkness, the sound of a massive battle (Laid Battle) decreases. The crusade must now continue with 580 seconds left in that great cavity. If that's over, we have to rescue Dinkron fighting the Frost Titans.

So the two of us walking down the dark aisle couldn't let our minds down for a moment.

Shiloe is also firing an unprecedented attack spell.

"Astral Binding" or "Nightmare Sphere". If you slap a spell that has behavioral inhibitory or rigid effects, you can delay shadow tracking for a few seconds. There aren't many that can get involved, but if we don't reduce the pressure on our trackers, we won't keep Demiquas' HP heavily wetting the cloak of siloes. So is HP, but Demiquas' MP has dropped dramatically. It's the price of an unscrupulous exit. Said he was lucky enough to jump into the descent aisle, both in the raven and in the corner. The two are still alive, and the passage leads to darkness.

"Don't use the Wyburn Kick for the time being."

Demiquas silenced Siloe's request.

The sight has the head of the Shadow Warriors, but the distance to them seemed to be thirty meters. Shiloe also gives up his attack spell, which has begun to fall outside range, and drives his cover magic around his MP transfer to Demiquas. In this situation, it would be more maneuverable than offensive. Demiquas even runs away to take the siloe, which focuses on switching the granting technique, into darkness.

Siloe didn't know why that demikus was taking herself.

Consequence-theoretically, the pulling operation using a stopping spell (kiting) has worked so well so far, but I'm not sure that's Demiquas' strategy.

Siloe doesn't know this lawless thought in the first place, and she can't empathize.

It still remains a lump of deep doubt, although it faded after a long reid life together.

Demiquas was laying power on the 'earthlings' in that desolate city of Suskino.

Of course I'm not going to say that Demiquas is solely to blame. Sometimes the confusion and misunderstanding of the Catastrophe has led me to assume that this is where the game remains. I can also see that I've been driven by fear and hit eight to mislead it. I also heard later that the Alliance called Brigantier was an alliance that had poorly mannered players in the first place since the days when Elder Tail was a game. There may be aspects where extreme behavior has been fostered from strengths within peers.

Siloe felt certain persuasion in all of those circumstances, and had an understandable degree of ability. But still not convinced by the underlying part.

Demiquas abused the "earthlings" and violated their rights. I hear you even bought and sold.

On top of that, I was so frightened of Serara.

Such taste is not in the siloe. I don't understand, and I don't feel like I can forgive you.

A man I don't like. Siloe's assessment of Demiquas has always been so.

Looks like a lot of time went by while I was thinking about that.

Siloe's vision continues with all the dark passages that flow. I don't know how many shadow spires we've pulled apart, but Siroe thought it was not a good idea to pull too far apart. Demiquas repeated his provocations and attacks. I didn't expect that legion to forget Hate, but sometimes just in case. If the shadows turn back into that great cavity, this Reid will fail. Even now, I'm not sure I could have dragged all the spikes out for sure.

"Stop, it's too far apart. Let's wait a minute."

But Demiquas kept running so he couldn't hear the words.

Enough to finally stop that leg by calling for a stop so many times that a decent siloe screams. Siloe is turned upside down by such demikus to raise her voice in protest.

"What are you thinking, I kept going..."

Throwed out into the aisle before finishing the words, Siloe rolls over, hits his back against the wall and stops. Demiquas told Siloe, who opened his thin eyes as he rubbed his arm against the wall of the aisle.

"Hey, Grant Artist (Enk). Say my name."

Siroe let her frustrate herself and breathed in, looked up, and chose to remain silent, even calling her Mr. Dental Care.

Siloe feels like seeing Demiquas for the first time now, looking for the continuation of her lost words.

Demiquas' expression as he approached his torso to peek into the siloe was harsh and resolute. Both eyes that were opened were full of spills, and it turns out he spewed out this word with something he could never give way to.

The protest about whether to ask a crappy question in such a cornered phase disappeared from the siloe because of its expression.

I wonder if anyone has that so that William has a wish he can't give way to.

Even Siloe has it. Otherwise, Siloe should still remain an Alliance Unaffiliated.

And even Demiquas has it.

In his cursory time, Siroe thought, guessed, and discovered that the anger in him resembled self-loathing. Siloe, who felt powerless to do nothing in that "catastrophe," fell on a demikus who sifted through tyranny sweetly at not being able to do too much to avoid it.

Of course Demiquas did something that was unacceptable. Siloe had to rescue Serara. But when it comes to whether Siloe had the right to judge Demiquas, that is dubious. Siloe is a siloe, not a law.

(Besides, everyone should not be allowed to take his name away from him if he had the right to judge him at last)

Siloe also noticed herself not trying so hard to call Demiquas' name.

I'm not like this outlaw. I don't admit I'm the same person.

The attitude that Siloe had, I mean, that's what happened.

"Demiquas"

"Ooh."

Demiquas, I don't like you.

"Me too, Siloe from The Horizon of Records."

Siloe and Demiquas finally folded.

In that it doesn't fold, it folds.

So Shiloe, who was about to say, could not continue beyond.

When the palm of the outlaw, accompanied by his own chest, moved slightly, but without saying whether or not, Siroe's body was blown away like a joke, rolling again through the aisle in a gobble. There is a cold, closed steel door ahead of the rounded silhouette that reaches like a soccer ball.

"Siloe, you die ahead. I'm busy with them."

Demiquas, who had abandoned him to seal Siloe's objections, once again dazzled. It glistened green at the end of the dark passage, and another two or three degrees, blinking like a comet, flowed.

A number of unspoken thoughts were overlaid, and Siloe was left alone in the dark passage.

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And the inside of the door was a garden full of bright light.

The gear was slowly turning like it was ten times the length of the siloe's back. Gears, such as those made of frames alone, are intricately intertwined and intertwined, in conjunction with the starting wheels and lifts, to control the enormous circulation.

The purpose of this great space was obvious at first glance.

Escher's deceptively picturesque guide is followed by a tremendous flow of gold coins.

Gears, pistons, and jumping cars are huge mechanisms that control the river of gold coins.

The white-air corridor continues to sew between its gigantic mechanisms. The corridor flows with streams, overflowing with greenery and blooming with flowers. Sometimes across a small arch bridge, the gold coin crossed a well sunk pond, and the siloe proceeded.

This garden is the golden vortex foreseen by Shiloe.

Siloe glanced at the sound of a frightening number of bells. Huge iron box containers like the one on the bus tilt with complex chain movements. Because of its inclination, it spills countless gold coins from its contents onto a circular sorting table beneath it. The sound of the bell was a metal sound played by hundreds of thousands or millions of gold coins.

It was nothing short of amazing.

Simply getting gold coins full of hemp bags from that stair-like guide that moves mechanically would double Siloe's assets. Siroe sighed as he tried to figure out how many gold coins there were in this garden, which was impossible.

There are enormous gold coins here that you can't even imagine.

Siloe didn't think she was tiny with the one contract she brought herself.

It won't be enough to take it by comparison. If it was a siloe up to last year, I might have been frustrated. But not now. Siloe was prepared to take the "Naruto" (Abyssal Shaft) to the deepest part of the "Deep Place of Palm".

"- Welcome. I hate to welcome you, but I guess that's what you have to say."

It looked like a star waiting for a siloe in an avant-garde garden attached to a golden lake that was so huge. Siloe narrowed her eyes and observed him jealously, but could not discover the difference. He waited here for a siloe with an angel made of crystals on his back.

The angel is Uru of the Nine Gardens. This is the last Reid boss to defend Naruto. It is about four meters tall and smaller than its previous enemies, but its fighting power will not take a pull. That meant that if we were to set it up by all [the Silver Sword], it would still only be suicide if we fought alone in Siloe.

No, or even if we all got here, we might not be able to win a team exhausted in a streak. But Shiloe is staring at the young man in front of her without looking at the threat.

(The colour of the collar is different, maybe. I really can't tell the difference.)

The star looked like a star closed by that snow, as well as a star who greeted him at a party in Akiba City. And he looked like a star in the city of Susquino.

I wonder what kind of person he is. And that's what a sacrificial clan is.

Perhaps during the "Elder Tail" period, the bankers and their heads, the "earthlings", prepared with a dedicated uniform and a dedicated model, that is the roots of the Sacrifice clan. That's what Siloe predicted. And I saw the fear, the vigilance, and the pride in those eyes.

(That's frightening. The Adventurer attacked me because I was following the Uru of the Nine Gardens... from us it must have been a desperate battle but from there it must have been desperate)

Siloe tried to imagine.

More than twenty immortal troops descend into the avalanche at their home base, which they never give up.

That's where the zombie attack takes place. Destroying them all, they rise up and carry out a little bit by bit. Nothing is so horrible. Fear and vigilance are natural. Still, it would be for pride to stand still. The pride is in protecting the Yamato.

The sacrificial clan has guarded Yamato long enough to keep the words of Taizu intact.

Its cohesion and loyalty are incalculable to Shiloe, who was a modern Japanese.

"I'm here to talk to Mr. Jin-sung."

"We've come this far, and we have a duty to listen to you."

……

The siloe solidifies in the hard voice of the star.

Though I had expected it, it was the punishment of Shiloe, who gave birth to unnecessary suspicion. Siloe trapped the star in the shell of the enemy. That is why the young man in white blamed himself for his duty to do the words.

"Can I understand that's what this stream of gold coins is all about?

"... Yes, it is. As promised, we will disclose it to you. Every gold coin present in Yamato comes from here and returns here. Gold coins go around with super ancient technology that we can't even understand or control. From this huge turbulence, or to the dungeons, or to the monsters, the gold coins are distributed. This mechanism is a secret lying in the darkness of Yamato. The sacrificial clan has been a taboo for hundreds of years."

- Siloe noticed another fact in the words.

The fact that the Sacrifice clan has managed this mechanism may be reflected in betrayal from the very ordinary nobility of the "Landlords" and the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal". They may think they were funding Green Kid (Goblin) or Ugly Pig Ghost (Oak).

Siloe doesn't think so, knowing a game called "Elder Tail". It is understandable that this is just a mechanism (system) and not good or evil, but I was not sure what the "earthlings" who have been fighting subhumans for a long time would think. If this fact is exposed, there may be a campaign of exclusion of the Sacrifice clan throughout Yamato. Or it could even develop into a riot or a massacre.

The vigilance of Xing Xing was natural. I didn't think enough of Siloe.

"I, and we're not going to talk about the truth or the existence of this zone."

Even as he was anxious to see how convincing his words would be, Siloe told him so.

"- Having reached this place, you can bring back the gold, as stipulated by Taizu"

But the inner motion of the siloe did not seem to have been conveyed to the stars. Speak with the same hard and vigilant voice, like practicing.

"In a long and long history, some of Tai Ancestor's writings have been lost. We no longer know for ourselves whether there are a thousand or a hundred million pieces of gold you can take home from here. But inheritance conveys the words of Tai Ancestor."

The star stared at the siloe with his eyes burning like flames now.

I wave my sword. It was not that, but this was also one clash, no worse than the battle that has been creeping through.

Siloe takes that gaze all over her body and forces her to swallow the twat from her dry mouth. And I realized my weakness. He said he was acting so glitchy when he was at the Round Table Meeting, but now he's going to lose his knee power and sit back.

But I thought of the side of William barking. And the worrying look on Akatsuki's face as he looks up. Give me a direct line of care to joke and try to make you laugh. He's watching over me, Nyata, Lundell House on Minori, Toya and Fifty Bells, who trusted me.

This I feel now is not weakness.

I want you to win, and Tora snapped.

I want victory for someone, and because I think of the spiciness when I couldn't make it happen, I want the best of it indefinitely. There are no more solo players Siloe who could be irresponsible because she meant herself alone. Shiloe wants results more than anyone else. I can't give you a good idea of how others feel, there's no other way to reward everyone else.

"" The gold of sacrifice is the treasure of misfortune and bliss. Much wealth is not wealth. Heart thou, to thy beast. It will destroy the world. ""

The words of Xu Xing stained the siloe, spreading several interpretations like ripples, and eventually became quiet.

Siloe received the poem, which also sounds like an ominous prophecy, as a blessing.

It was a deep part of my heart to be glad to be here, and Siloe was able to seem that way.

Following the sounds of countless bells rang far away, Siloe and Xunxing had a few moments.

Siloe slowly took a single contract out of the "Magic Bag" and tore it in two. With his eyes open and astonished, the contract he avoided turned into a soft brilliant flame and flew away like a flock of butterflies.

And nothing. From the air, gold was born.

"This is..."

"Now that we have a contract, it's complete. Round table meetings don't seek wealth."

Siloe smiled lightly and spoke to Xing Xing.

That's what Siloe really wanted to talk about, the continuation of her failure at that snow lodge.

"Even the rights of the Guild Hall are unnecessary to us. I think we have enough power to live in peace in the city of Akiba. I appreciate the mechanism (system) that inspired me, but that is also the time to end. Even if something goes wrong again, we've come to the conclusion that it must be resolved in a different way. - This contractual formula is complete by being bound and torn apart"

Shiloe stretched her chest to a star who could not measure the meaning and was confused.

With pride from the Round Table Conference, which was able to acknowledge it, not just the will of Siloe.

"We transfer the rights of the Akiba City public, including Guildhall, Cathedral and Commercial Hall, to Yamato Server itself. We will also perpetuate that assignment with the destruction of the contract"

There have been many difficult roots and lengthy discussions to get here.

There was also an opinion that all I could say was foolishness, such as forfeiting the rights I bought once.

But the combination of the advantages and disadvantages brought us here. Once a purchase was possible and it was found to be directly linked to the sanctions function, the zone purchase could only be described as a source of disturbance.

Zone purchases do not themselves generate profits in the first place. Either one of us buys it and pushes it to the detriment - that is, there is no better option than not to buy it than the possibility of being attacked. Thus, the Grand Temple, commercial facilities, the city zone on the surface of Akiba, etc. were purchased using almost all of the budget of the "Round Table Conference" meeting and borrowings against the major guilds.

But now the cost of maintaining it was becoming a problem.

It would still have been nice if it had been just the Guild Hall, but the real estate assets of the Round Table Conference, including Akiba City, have swelled to over 10 million gold coins just for monthly maintenance costs. This was a huge financial burden.

It is a structure where defense from being attacked creates a burden. The factions around Siloe and Henrietta explored various possibilities to ease the burden and had many discussions, and the next expedition was planned.

"This is... So you're saying that this gold coin is a cost when you buy them?

"Yeah.“ All gold coins are born here, and they come back here. "Right? Since the contract was fulfilled, the funds for the purchase came back under my feet in exchange for the contract, right? As expected."

"Has Master Shiloe come this far to explain that?

"In a way, yes."

"So what's the loan story - what happened?

Shiloe pushed her misaligned glasses back with her fingertips.

"That's the point. We want to buy all the zones, forests, mountain ranges, lakes, offshore seas, etc. on the surface of this Yamato. And I will promptly destroy and transfer everything I have purchased, just like I did earlier. As I have just proven, the purchase will be refunded if the ownership of the zone purchased is discarded, i.e. transferred to Yamato. … the earth of Yamato should return to the hand of Yamato"

Xing Xing grabbed his fist enough to turn white and seemed desperate to contain his upset.

"I can't get around to building size zones, and I think it would be good as usual for the moment, but I'd at least like to immobilize all field zones into a" never owned ”state. And…" The Earthlings cannot purchase zones. "

It was also a thorn that had been piercing Siloe's chest for a long time.

"This situation is an anomaly. We at the Round Table don't want to be a spark of war. I'm not denying ownership of the land. But I think that's enough for people-to-people contracts. The Zone Purchase System is unnecessary to us today. So lend us the funds for this round table. Loan money to return to this stream so that we don't destroy us."

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It was a rugged rock-skinned ground with the smell of sulfur.

William is falling looking to heaven, thinking he's the only fool to fall asleep in a place like this. If you turn only to the side of your face, a borough cloth stained with a dark burnt jar or unobtrusive color is falling off. Could be someone's gear. It seems to be scattered.

I was so tired that my whole body felt swollen with heat that even just that much movement was a terrible billionaire. Inside the great cavity is creepingly quiet, and the sounds of steam gushing and droplets are sounding slightly louder.

It stinks, it's hot, it hurts, it's sloppy, I'm sick of it. Now, it was a moment of bliss. William found out that the fluid flowing on either side of his nose was not blood, but he didn't want to wipe it off. Both arms were entering strike with too many bow pulls, and even the fellows rolling all over the place are crying anyway.

I won.

Some of my companions used scarce supplies and became incapable of fighting. Some phases have become repetitive of resuscitation spells and coma. Defeat came when Demiquas, bloody all over his body, was chased back by the Shadow Warriors. But it must have done its job to have already defeated Ibra Habla in the Three Gardens. Now they put the second party into a late battle in the aisle, forcing them to win a thin ice in a muddy, turbulent battle.

I can't do anything anymore. Now, the anticipation was certain that if Luceart of black armor appeared in this great hall, he would be torn without bitterness, as if he were a baby. It was supposed to be a member. Full of dirty water, muddy, covered in ice and flames, exhausted - and glowing.

William, waking up his torso, looked around the cavity and grinned.

The laughter was small, but eventually sounded frantic.

I won.

William wondered how amazing.

I was so glad I couldn't put it into words. Until now, regret and self-blame wash away even anxiety and disappointment. Wow, that's a big deal, I shouted delightfully. William felt a little sorry for his lack of vocabulary, but that was another moment.

(How awesome! Wow, my friends, they are awesome!!

Federico, who remained asleep, was holding his hand toward us.

Dinkron is chilling with one hand stuck in a puddle. The forehead is ruined and the colored man is ruined.

With Audiso lying down, he moved a thin rod like a bus guide's waving flag. After the little Arlaune, who suddenly appeared, grated in fright, he dragged the water bottle out of his luggage and handed it out to everyone.

There were only a few members who could move around and even they sat back and relaxed at best. Without exaggeration, the Silver Sword is on the verge of being wiped out.

But even close to total annihilation, victory is victory.

(Oh, wow, really)

William, like a fool's memory, could only repeat himself amazingly in his heart. Glittering and dazzling, it quickly stained my eyes and I couldn't even stare at my people. I didn't think I said no because the tears were in my eyes.

"We won."

"Ooh."

"I won"

"You won."

Such small twinkles and responses are repeated in the hall.

William couldn't help but be happy to hear that. Though I can certainly speak, even the twinkling of my companions is of one kind, as I pressed them with a hanko. No big difference made it fun.

"Hey, Gilmouth"

"What the fuck?"

William answered Federico's squeamish voice. When Federico also gets up in a semi-sailing motion. "That's it, that's it," he says, pointing to a pile of treasure at the tip of his jaw. It's the treasure left by Flaming Snake Ibra Habla and Frost Giant Tartauger. Gold coin piles, gems and other redemption items, dozens of them are certain material items, as well as fantasy weapons and protective equipment Fantasmal Items. It's quite voluminous because it destroyed the two bosses.

Most of the equipment is non-transferable. It must be temporarily deposited by William, the Raid Leader, and distributed to the members.

There are many different ways to divide items. How to compete on that merit point by summarizing your attendance at Reid so far, or how to order that item among the equippable ones, or until you are lucky enough to play with the hopeful - these distribution methods are a common challenge for all guilds that do Reid to repeat trial and error.

Fantasy items are powerful and are often raided for their acquisition. A delicacy with a special name and performance that has no other means of obtaining can attract respect from the server and sometimes even be a guild compliment, as in the name of the Black Sword Knights.

There are numerous guilds that have collapsed in the way rewards are divided. That's why every guild pays close attention to its methods and management.

"Silver Sword" has adopted a point system since the game era. It's a way to win an item with merit points based on how many times you participate in Reid. However, if you defeat an unknown boss who has never defeated you before, it is customary for that item to delegate rights to William, the Alliance Master, rather than distribution by point. Distribution by point system is fair and less dissatisfactory from members. On the other hand, it is possible that an item will go to the person you want as long as you consume the points, that is, to the owner who is not the optimal solution if you look at it from the increase in power.

The nomination distribution by William is an arrangement for handing over newly acquired and powerful equipment to the right person to efficiently advance the offense from then on.

Whipped into his body, which was finally recovering, William stood up and approached the mountain of treasures. When the acquisition window is opened multiple times and the information is disclosed, there are numerous items lined up there that Laid Boss dropped this time. Whatever it takes, it's just like the name alone conveys its power.

That would be the case, too. It's the first Yamato server to hit a Raid beyond level 90 from the front and break through it. Climbing to the top I admired, William's feelings were surprisingly quiet.

Lünkeus' eyes.

Extinguishing Ice Blade

Red Scale of Infinite Snakes (Uroboros Skyle)

They were all fascinating. This information should also be available to all participants in large-scale combat. Each of them wakes up physically, checking the window that floated in the void, or staring at William. In a gaze filled with anticipation, the silver-haired young man, who thought for a while, looked back and told his companions.

"" Laurel's Hua Yu (Ha Na Na Ri) ". This guy."

It was a metal talisman with a carved gold.

Designed four petals bloom somewhere proudly in a circular frame.

"I want to do this to my belly black glasses."

At that time, some signs faded rapidly from the surroundings. It was a certain hostility that stuck up and a tingling tension that I had felt since I entered this zone.

Federico cracked his nose like he smelled the air. And I snapped, "That's kind of warm," he said.

I understood more clearly than anyone else to say that the face of the Reid team was the end of this zone's offense. Originally, the crusade for the "Luceart of the Seven Gardens" remains, but it is no longer necessary. Hostility for Williams disappeared from this zone, making it a safe neighborhood.

"I hear he did something."

Dinkron scratched up his dirty forehead and said so.

Exactly as the words put it, it must have succeeded in the negotiations that Siloe had heralded. I thought I would do it, but I still think I made it succeed, and William felt a grin come to mind again.

"Look, this guy is a good item. Both resistance and increased abilities are first-class. So I'll do it to Siloe...... He's not a Silver Sword, but he's a comrade I fought with."

The answer resounding in the great cavity was acceptance.

Hearing that chant so proud, William went on to distribute the next trophy.

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Four days after I broke up with Williams and the others.

The Shiloes jumped onto the green covered highway. Straight ahead with Shiloe, who waved to Griffon, who flew away over the time limit, Tora slowly walked out over the asphalt of the Divine Age.

"Ugh. Your direct successor gets cold."

"Chi. Uh-huh. I'm heavily armored, so the two of us don't like griffons."

"Ah again. I said that. You really don't think anyone's dedicated or anything?

"Ouch. Ouch. What's that clinging to?"

"Heh heh. I'm an idol!

Hearing the two voices shaking for fun, Shiloe looked up to the sky.

Mild winter weather. The sunlight is pouring down on the whereabouts of the siloes, although it will probably be another hour or two from the season.

Williams and I joined each other through the "Deep Place in Palm" and went all the way to Suskino. I was able to get along with it in a soothing atmosphere that hit and changed with the beginning of the journey.

Demiquas seemed to have changed his mind a lot. Don't bluff. It's the same attitude, but I won't be stuck in the face of the Silver Sword anymore. Siloe thought he had no conversation as usual with the Siloes, but still wouldn't mind.

I talked to the members of the "Silver Sword" about various things every night on the way home. Much of this is a practical story. It is an exchange of information to various things that happened after the catastrophe.

As for Akiba's present, the (Silver Sword) also held back most things. For the 'adventurers' of this world with a mindset, it's not hard to get information about remote places as long as you know them. However, Silver Sword was not that familiar with the latest news of production and invention. Shiloe strived to share the achievements around it. The "Silver Sword" brought information such as the new materials we saw in Reid of the Ezzo Empire.

The most time they spent talking to each other was about the massive amount of material items they got in this reid. Some of them were received by Siloe, but the majority were to remain with the "Silver Sword". If they wanted to, the Eighth Mall and Grandale would go all the way to Eszo for the deal. Because the Silver Sword must replenish supplies that have drained this loot.

I did not discuss my personal stories or concerns.

We surrounded the burning fire every night, eating less food left over, talking about that or this loot, talking about possible new equipment that could be produced, and talking about future policies - that is, it was just a completely different story than when 'Elder Tail' was a game.

However, participants remembered the profound satisfaction, beginning with the siloe.

We won a very painful large-scale battle (Laid Battle).

I don't need an extra story. That's all right.

The direct line polished the newly obtained gear as she sang her nose song, Tora laughed with a smile as she sat on the rock and let her legs hang around, and even Demiquas joined the pillow with her elbows tied to her mouth in a letter to her. When Shiloe saw it, she went back to discussing it with the Silver Sword. Because that was the only souvenir I could leave during my short journey. And it was a filled triumph.

William and I spoke briefly.

He said he would stay in Suskino like this. The Giants appear as Field Reid in Ezzo. It goes hand in hand with the "Elder Tail" era, but every now and then new monsters mix with the onslaught. “Mithrill Eyes” told Shiloe in awkward terms as he regained his power while repelling them and preparing for further raids. William added at the end that he was also worried about Susquino.

Siloe nodded at the words. There is nothing different about that judgment. William was a fine guild master, and Shiloe thought the decision was best.

"Put me on your friends list."

said William. Friend lists are a one-way street from each other. Just because you're registering doesn't mean they're registering for you. Since it is possible to contact them if they have registered on their side, they will not normally be asked to register. Because if I contact myself when I sign up, I can have a conversation.

So Siloe understood that William's words meant "contact me if anything happens".

Maybe it's illuminating. William looked more awkward than usual.

"I already have."

Siroe replied.

"That's fine," William replied, raising one hand.

That was it. William-led "Silver Sword" and I broke up just fine.

In Elder Tail, there are not many top group players in the Reid offense. No matter how large a large guild is, there is a limited number of state-of-the-art offensive groups in it. There shouldn't be less than 500 people on the Yamato server. Not enough people to spare a goodbye. We can always run next door, and we can always fight together again. Siloe felt like she was being told William's silent message.

Perhaps that doesn't change if this place becomes a different world. Even then, when he lived on Earth, Siloe just didn't know, and he thought it had something to do with that. I just can't feel the siloe, I have a lot of still unseen buddies fighting just like the siloe. That was not a small surprise for Siloe to discover.

Speaking of Li-Gun, the biggest purpose of my return to Suskino, I was completely familiar with the inn and overflowed the material from its attic. He seemed a lot excited surrounded by books he didn't know where he'd brought them in from and writing that I guess he wrote himself that didn't make sense.

I hear Li-Gang can't leave Suskino for a while now. Research on intercity transport gates seemed to have advanced. The Siloes traveled Suskino, saying goodbye to such Li-Gang as well. Li-Gun, who said that any other gates would have to be examined, plans to be able to rendezvous in Akiba. A goodbye greeting was unnecessary.

Then, after an airway trip by Eagle Lion (Griffon), we finally made it to Leswall. If the Eagle Lion lasted another 30 minutes or an hour, I could afford it and even put it on the city of Akiba, but it was just a little short. It's not even as far away as camping and turning tomorrow.

If you walk for a while to relax your body and summon your horse, you will be able to reach the city of Akiba after dusk. I know that. It looks easy even if it's direct.

"Wow, don't climb a little tight"

"Can I climb if I wait? I'm asking for a response."

"Are you a child or a festival?"

"The kid hasn't made me smell this sweet. Hehe."

"Soyu, where do you remember the dialogue? - Oh, hey? Oh, whoa."

The direct line that suddenly cut off the comic talent with Torah, I'm sorry, that was terrible! And he threw out the tortoise, and how much he ran to summon the horse as it was. Torah with the buttocks, pointing his little mouth, comes next to the siloe with a dissatisfied face, turns round.

"It's not going very well. Is it unattractive?

"The more you tease me, the better."

"It wouldn't be as interesting as that."

Torah shrugs his shoulders with his chest stretched with his just glowing proud face.

"When do you say you're a boy?

"Then don't tell me until your direct successor finds out. It's more fun."

"I wonder if it's an important time in that sense. Direct line."

In the matter with Sister Mari.

and Siloe continues in his heart. He seems to intend to keep his mouth shut, but the fact that his direct successor and Marielle are making progress is an implicit support matter between Shiloe and Chan Tai. Even so, it is a spiritual cheer that I do not intend to mediate.

"Copy that, I'll take care of it!" I smile with a full face, and I sigh, "Siloe says," You don't know if you know. I know it's actually the type of person who can read the air, but it's one of his own will to follow it because he can read it.

Without the momentum, it was Shiloe herself who admitted to entering the Alliance. I don't even feel like I've caused more trouble in my direct succession.

Nevertheless, it is certain that in other parts it is not the kind of person to say no, either personally or technically. There was strong hope in person, and there was a recommendation from a friend who anticipated it.

"I wasn't always in Suskino at Kazuhiko's behest."

"I'll trust you with that."

"Mr. Shiloe would be able to help more people than I do."

The Horizon of Records is not a charity.

"But the world isn't dry enough to forgive me irrelevance, is it? Really."

Absolutely right, Siloe can't help but snort at the oddly accustomed opinion of Torah.

He proceeded to acquire Guildhall in an effort to protect the city of Akiba from the unrest he had yet to see.

That alone would have to solve it. Bought up more zones. I couldn't pay for its maintenance, and then I thought about cancelling the contract and turning it into a private no-property zone. At any rate, I planned to open up this entire Yamato server from the system until it was in the future.

It shouldn't have been as strange as the first idea.

That zone ownership system could leave its roots in the future, and I think it was obvious from whose eyes it was. Siloe thought that she had a responsibility to use it first and then to end it.

But it took a long time to carry it out, and there were various interactions, which led us to the bottom of the Ezzo Empire and the earth. This world can't be a glimmer at all.

(That's the usual thing though, isn't it)

Think about it. That hasn't changed a lot since the days of The Prodigal Tea Party.

If you move out, a lot of unexpected things happen. It's been a long time since I've been reminded of my lack of power in it, but not every time. I was born under a star like that, give up! Reminds me of the irresponsible KR word.

"Ah!!

The highway collapsed and swept around the perilous side roads and piles of debris to reach a new vision. Torah pointed forward, excited, and swept out. Ahead, a group of people coming in various shades of coats were waving at the siloe. It seems that Torah is thrusting into it with fierce momentum, causing some disturbance with a direct line who desperately makes a mess.

Siloe laughs bitterly, but keeps walking slowly with warmth.

Fifty bells to the squad leader and Minori, to Lundelhouse, who bothered to pick me up. There are also members of the Mitsuki Alliance. Marielle and Torah were hugged from both sides, a direct succession to the mayhem. Henrietta silenced me with a gentle grin. Serara looks happy next to Chan Tai. Flying swallow to Xiaolong.

Siroe turns around feeling the signs as she tries to get close to everyone who comes down her hand.

"A little, taller?

"My lord is terrible!

Akatsuki, who apparently pissed me off with a few thoughts, really looked a little grown up though. The appearance of a feather woven on top of a ninja outfit that I have never seen is certainly more riddled and gentle than when I broke up with it.

I don't know why that is, and Siloe peeks at her cute little face. "Don't make a bluff imitation, my lord," Akatsuki runs behind Shiloe. Chasing that akatsuki from his armpit with his gaze, Shiloe felt very happy to notice that it was that same act as before.

Akatsuki also fought on the battlefield of Akatsuki.

As I confirmed on that white sandy beach, I'm sure Akatsuki got something back too.

And just got a little stronger.

The world is moving.

While Shiloe was working hard, Shiloe's people were fighting as much elsewhere again. As Shiloe felt for William, there are countless companions running next door, even if they are invisible. It was a comforting, saving perception. After a long journey, Shiloe now returned to Akiba and became one again with his companions who were waiting for Shiloe to fight for him.

I noticed. I wanted to convey that feeling. Siloe searched for words, but could not find them well with quiet joy. But you don't have to rush, there's still plenty of time to tell.

"I'm home. Akatsuki"

"Welcome back, my lord"

Now he was just smiling like a child showing off each other's loot and sending greetings for his return.