57 57 Stories Sage Bullshit

A wise man who vanished the inferior Divine Soldier (Femi Deus) around in an instant.

Ms. Mithola has no interest in the tragedy of the destruction she herself has caused.

He looks the same as usual and is smiling at us.

And he spoke to me in the same cheerful voice as always.

"Talo, are you okay? It's all right, isn't it?

The same goes for that abrupt appearance, but Yuki and I were stunned by the power of the destruction she caused to the absolute point.

"Talo...... you sound like you know someone out of the ordinary, huh?

Evening Fai (Yuki) comes out of panic sooner than I do and calls out to me.

"... what was that, right now"

Nosori and Shaky Night (or so) rise up in response to such a voice of Evening Fai.

Next to that, Mina stuck her knees patchy like she was paying for the dirt and dust effect and immediately cling to my arm. And raise that face.

Of course, Mina soon discovers Mr. Misora and speaks out pososo.

"Ah, there's Mr. Sage Mithola"

"What!?

"What!?

At the same time Evening Fai (Yuki) and Shaking Night (Koya) raise their surprise voices, they stare at me.

"Sage Mithola..."

"It was rumored that you were in the forest of Mithola, the wise Mithola?

When did you get to know NPC, who is only recognised for its existence by such rumors?

That's what I get when I ask my friends about their gaze.

"Ah... it"

Moreover, Mr. Mithola, the center of the topic, is approaching us.

I don't know what to say about explaining to everyone or how this happened or what's going on.

Plus, the mercenaries (players) who were lying around are slowly getting up.

There seem to be a lot of mercenaries (players) out there who haven't figured out what's going on yet, most of them kicking around.

But this situation is very bad. It would be a storm of question-attack if you found out I had a connection to Mr. Sage Mithola.

"Okay, now, Taro. This is my friend (...) You came to see Taro, right? I did, right? Do you have any greetings?

"Friends..."

"NPC and friends?

I don't mind the shaking night or the question of Evening Fai flying around, Mr. Mithola has put her hands on my head to solidify for nothing.

And he pounds on me with gentle hands.

"Talo?

A streak of tension, a fierce battle that was not allowed to relax in any way. The gaze of suspicion that my friends fly, the relentless skinship of Mr. Sage, who suddenly appeared.

"Ahhh... ahhh"

Various things are a load and something in me is about to break down.

And Mr. Mithola's gesture of being me is strangely pleasant, so much so that for a moment, a beautiful flower garden came to mind.

You've been getting a lot of headaches and pounding lately. A weird outlook on giving up is about to sprout, but it's not even the time for such a long time.

I was about to relax, pretend I was about to give up my thoughts, and I managed to be real? make him come back to consciousness.

"Hey, Mr. Missora. Sh, sh, that was awesome thunder!? I'm surprised."

"There is, that. Taro surprised you, too. But I'm glad Taro and the fairies are looking good. Good."

Me and Mr. Missora laughing in a flash.

Staring at that with an indescribable look, our PT members.

I guess you're asking for an explanation about Mr. Mithola...

Ha, what shall I do?

"I dropped it by mistake, so I can't help it, you can't help it. But there are troublesome people I have to say hello to next of my friends."

Ms. Mithola turns her face to a certain person by passing brilliantly through the shaky nights (koya) and evening glow (yuki) where things are said.

In the meantime, we look at it as if it were a copycat.

There was Kaguya Morpheus, the Ashes King, who was instantly eliminated from the Guard's Divine Soldiers (Deus).

As he rose out of his chair, he grabbed the sword for liturgy.

And then he walks over here from a high altar with a slow act.

Of course Lord Theary, who refrains next door, will follow.

Until earlier, the king, guarded by dozens of inferior Divine Soldiers (Femi Deus), now serves only one side.

An ash king who seemed to have been sharpened at once, but such air did not emit fine dust, releasing plenty of extra majesty from his whole body.

Those who sought to stop such Ash King's steps burst out of nowhere.

"Here's your chance!

"Him!"

"Michelangelo's dominion is ours!

Seeing as a good opportunity that there was no Lower Divine Soldier (Femi Deus), a few Mercenaries (players) who were quick to recover from the shock of the lightning strike cut into the throne.

"Your Majesty, I am here..."

And the king of ashes spread his hand, and took control, that Lord Theary should draw his sword before him. As I said instead, I let him swing through the great sword of liturgy that he held quickly with a single flash, a ni flash and a three flash.

"Huh."

"A blow!?

"Oh, shit."

Ash King's legs still don't hold, and he keeps walking as if nothing had happened at a relaxed pace.

All that remains is the screaming of mercenaries (players) who have tried recklessly and without any ruse to the king.

Two of the three flying mercenaries (players) were killed by the King's blow.

In just one blow, two people who are first-degree mercenaries (players) at the moment are at full HP loss.

Speaking of one of the survivors, it looks like he took the king's sword strike with a weapon in his hand. But its power was immeasurable, and it was blown away like a borough rag.

"It is foolish to say, O son of man..."

When the Ashes King groaned bitterly, he stepped off the stage.

He stopped his leg and looked around at the mercenaries.

"My brothers, who have not even shed God's blood, deserve that barbaric, heartless loss that man... will not touch any more. Praise and send."

Its majestic standing, even though its allies are few. Though everyone reacted with Pickle to the word of sight from above, I'm almost overwhelmed by the strength of the king I showed you earlier.

But here are the first-class mercenaries (players) who bought a carriage by tapping on a crooked, expensive eso and entered the venue. The effects of intimidation are not fragrant.

Our gaze at Ash King Kaguya Morpheus is neither frightening nor confusing. It's just a word of pure pleasure.

Finally, here comes the boss.

Yes, it was exhilarating.

A bunch of gaze at the Ashes King says he is the boss who boasts an offensive power that could be killed in one blow if poorly set up. That's just it. Then how can we defeat the thoughts that we hold together? How can we attack?

That's us, the mercenaries.

My sister and her companions, they all look at each other.

Mercenaries (players) around them are retiring their weapons and shields and quietly repositioning themselves so that they can see how the Ashes King came out. It seemed like a so-called, easy-to-collaborate formation.

We found a good opponent, everyone on the spot was trying to fight.

"There is, that. Could God's blood have been such an amazing thing, was it?

Mr. Mithola flashed out in front of the Ashes King so as to tear such a tight air lightly.

"Isn't this Lord Mithola, the wise man of the elves and demons, who guards the sky?"

To her like that, Ash King responds with no expression.

"Hey, Ash King. No, should I say Abandoned King, who ashed everything and made the 'Luxenhaden, the Silver Everlasting Nation' obsolete with the glory of intelligence and divine power? Isn't that nice?

"We're talking about the old days..."

The eyes of the Ashes King narrowed slightly to Mr. Mithola's words.

"You do have God's blood, you do. But half of it is human blood."

Clan Clan stage, "Tuquinothea". The hegemony of this world moved from the Dragon Nation to those called Divine Men. I think this is how the game was set up. Ash King Kaguya Morpheus publicly proclaimed himself a divine man at the beginning of the ball. Then, to observe from the course of the conversation between Mr. Mithola and the Ashes King, the divine man may be referring to the NPC who half inherited the 'blood of God' and the dot.

"I mean, you and the invaders have human blood, too, right? Is he here?

At first glance, it's a question tone, but this is confirmation.

The Ashes King is silent in his questioning of the wise.

But the strength of the will of the Ashes King could be seen, his eyes glowing beneath his thick brow increased in sharpness.

"You're thinking, are you there? Are you really going to be a demigod? I knew you were?

"The demigod (Demi Got)... if you say so, he who belongs to the lineage of the gods, which is ordained, and will take him to his end"

The wise man laughed with his nose at the Ashes King, who showed a slight rebellion.

"There is, that. Oh no... you can't even read my thoughts any more than my name is in the genealogy."

I'll tell Ash King what I don't quite understand, Mr. Mithola.

"Whatever you are, you can easily read human (...) thoughts of flair (...), etc."

Let the Ashes King be small following the wise.

Except I'm not only laughing at my eyes.

Neither do I, but what the hell is Mr. Misora trying to say? The grey king was floating the colour of his eyes, as if such doubts and vigilance had combined.

"That's what we're dealing with (...) Then maybe it's like saying you can't expect it, right?"

For some reason, Mr. Mithola laughed small with one eye closed to this one.

Unlike George, half-sided, who by stunning was about to fall in love with a cute wink, the meaning of the conversation between the two was totally unreadable and perplexing.

"What are you trying to say... you are no longer..."

"There is, that. Did you think I was gonna fight you? I wouldn't do that."

Mr. Mithola talks badly and pleasantly against the Ashes King, who begins to entwine a rugged atmosphere.

"Then why did you bring my inferior soldiers (Femi Deus)..."

"That's a little mistake. That's a mistake."

Open up, say, Mr. Missora.

"You've shown me enough power. It's a solid strength. With that strength, the past business of selling fairies to the human race will never be repeated again."

"Then"

The Ashes King approached Mr. Mithola to say something, but the wise man blocks the king's dialogue and makes his words prevail.

"But I could have judged that in terms of force, but what about the mental side?

To the wise man smiling, the king changed his expression dramatically here for the first time.

As a divine man, Caguya Morpheus, king of Michelangelo, leaned down to devise something.

"Tolerance, or..."

To the answer derived by the Ash King, Mr. Mithola nods to Eagle Deep as if he was good at it.

"Now, if you're going to drink the terms I show you, I'm going to pull back a lot, too, let's try to pull back."

The wise man who slapped a cracked gray stone floor with a cane tip took negotiations with the king.

"Will you listen to me? You'll listen to me, won't you?

The Ashes King also silenced.

Then he glanced at the liturgical sword held by the king himself, then slowly transferred his gaze to Mr. Mithola's wand and retained it there.

It also seemed like a bare gesture of his own sieving sword moves, the magic unleashed by the wise, what the consequences would be when both sides bumped into each other, and anticipating their fate.

"Come on...... be told. It depends on what you wish for…"

"One Strike"

Seeing as the king's authorization has been granted, the wise man says so with a single index finger.

"If only these kids could give you a blow. How about I give these people back to you this time? That way, I won't help you, either."

"Then it makes sense for me, His Majesty's right-hand man, to join the battle, Master Mithola."

Until now, Lord Theary, who had killed the signs like stones or figurines and did not make them microscopic without pinching his mouth in the conversation between the Lord and his guests, comes here and takes a step forward.

To Lord Theary like that, Mr. Misora exhales a great deal and shrugs his shoulders.

I don't want you to break the waist of the story, but like I said, the girl raises her grumpy voice.

"Of course, only you can deal with him. Abandoned King, Kaguya Morpheus. I forbid anyone but you to fight, I will."

It is the role of the squire to help the Lord. Then it is the duty of the minister to arrange the clams with the Ashes King. The sage trumpeted Lord Theary's offer, so to speak.

"But"

Even the ban makes Lord Theary look surprised at Mr. Mithola, who lines up the unscrupulous words.

"Theary's kid. Why don't you let me turn you off? That's okay, right?

Three times, Mr. Missora's wand smashes the floor of the venue into small pieces.

The sound was not otherwise loud. But it sounded strangely deep between us watching quietly the conversation between the king and the wise.

"... would be good. The rest will go."

"But Your Majesty... is it good to remain in that state?

Lord Theary sends a meaningful question to the Ashes King.

It must have been... only then did everyone lose their temper and all the mercenaries (players) in the venue come together.

Yes, I had one concern.

... I was wondering if there was anything yet.

"That too, right. I won't take him as human as I am, but he might be able to reach me with an arrow."

Having briefly completed the conversation of the Lord, the Ash King took the great sword for liturgy, which he held with his right hand, to his left.

And everyone who was paying attention to the king noticed.

To the fact that the letters displayed above the king's head have changed.

"The Dust King, Kaguya Morpheus"

I didn't see any outward changes.

That's what I thought, arrow tips, things like ash sand started swirling from my right arm.

He drooled his arm, which showed a change, and set his left hand high on the subject. A beautiful liturgical sword with a stunning decoration in its hand, the tip of which was directed towards Mr. Mithola.

One thing, I want to ask you.

"I don't know."

"Why did His Holiness the Wise Protector of the Great Sky and the Fairy..."

After a beating.

I felt like King Ashes' sharp eyes were pointed at me.

"Why are you putting your shoulders on the boy (...)?"

Deep, deep, breathing, then the dust king looked up to heaven.

"The only thing we have been commanded from heaven will be to watch mankind change only with this eye. Co-existence and mating, whether or not it's enough to explore the possibilities, is that the subject of the study?

"You are, but that's not within my authority, no."

Authority?

What are you talking about?

Perhaps Clan Clan has the authority established for each NPC, whose scope beats Sage better than Ash King? Or did you want to tell me it was broad?

"Well, there was a branch like that."

A dust king with a lavish grin, just saying he was good at it.

The log accidentally flowed, as if that grin had been a signal.

: Exclusive Quest Occurrence:

: [QUESTNAME] Sage and Ash King compromise:

: [Quest Achievement Conditions] Hit Ash King Kaguya Morpheus with even one hit:

: [Quest Failure Condition] Mercenary side annihilation:

: [Quest Reward] 150,000 eso for each mercenary (player) ordered to Quest, regardless of life or death:

: [BONUS REWARD] Only those who attack the King will be awarded the 'Rebel who cuts the tip dust':

: [Quest Occurrence Condition] If a mercenary (player) with a preference of 60 or more Sage Missora is judged to be relative to the Ash King and has a dark defeat color. Occurs only once:

"Su, wow. 150,000 eso for everyone in this room, and the operation is fat too!

"Really? If our nostalgia cools with the carriage purchase, it will affect the market. I didn't feel like buying weapons or protective equipment for a while now. Isn't that a countermeasure?"

"Well, well, if you're going to have money in it, let's just be purely happy, shall we?

"So is gold, but the eyeballs are still titled 'The Traitor Who Cuts Ahead'"

"Are you a traitor because you're shielding the king?

Must be a title with a special effect.

Halfway up the joyful side of the exclusive quest, the mercenaries spreading their heads over the conditions in which the quest occurred.

"Dude, you're saying there's a friendly mercenary (player) in here with Sage Mithola?

"I've never heard of an event like that that that would make me more friendly with NPC."

"Where can I meet a wise man named Mithola in the first place?"

"You're also set to like NPC..."

The girl's voice rings as she cracks the voice of such a crowd.

"People who want power, I want you to listen! You're gonna listen to me!

That's what Mr. Mithola shouted and when did she call out she jumped on a small cloud floating in the universe.

And as he surfaces into the sky, he talks.

"If you want to know about me, try to get there with your own strength and drive! Because there are restrictions on my friends to keep my affairs secret. If that promise is broken, I will disappear and your quest will come to the extreme of difficulty! It will be!

Once again, Sin can be quiet around that statement.

But soon, the mercenaries begin to express their views.

"I see... if you don't discover it yourself, you won't be able to make a valid decision."

"You think an early story can somehow sense buying information from someone else's mouth?"

"Clan clan... tough"

Three of our PT members turn to me with a convincing face.

"Well, I asked for my friends and fairies."

At the end of the day, Mr. Mithola, the wise man who dropped his bomb statement, flies himself out into the sky like a pune of wind and leaves.

I think as I watch it get smaller.

I don't know what to do with the gaze that's focused on me.

Everyone is staring at the little dwarves jumping around, grabbing my shawl to be exact.

I feel the atmosphere of the mercenaries around me swelling up.

A silent curiosity, similar to heavy pressure, was about to plunge into the feeling of a balloon about to explode. Mercenaries (players) soon realized that they were not allowed to be caught up in such concerns.

"Coming! Or the Dust King attack!

Someone's cry moved the gaze that was pouring on me to the king.

Of course, I rush to the king to run my eyes.

He was wielding a large, left-handed, liturgical sword.

Simply, he threw a sword at me.

However, it was clear that the throwing power was unusual.

First, a mercenary (player) deployed in front of the Dust King was used as bait for the murder blade.

The sword pierced from his chest and penetrated his back easily. And the momentum of that sword will not remain, skewering several mercenaries.

It is not skewer dough that the sword is walking with 5 or 6 people pierced by the great sword, it was reminiscent of human skewer roasting.

And worst of all, that terrible arrow of light is flying in a straight line this way.

In other words, we're on the verge of the king's first hand kicking through the meat walls.

"Not good!

"Oh no!

Evening Fai (Yuki), who noticed such an emergency, shouted and put his shield forward.

At night, he tries to take charge of me without saying whether or not he has it.

"Hey, Koo!

"We can't make it!

A red-haired boy accidentally danced to Yuki before us in such a hurry.

"Demon Gate Discard (Spell Charge), Free (Release)!"

He speaks loudly when he flips his fassappy cloak, emitting some kind of ability-name.

"Light the holy fire, shooter, and burn!

This is followed by a fluently spun chant.

The person who rowed the time required to solve the problem statement from there to magic activation in no-time holds the wand forward with both hands.

"Aurora Flame Bow/Triplet (Igni Curas)"

Flew out of his wand was a 1-meter large bow and arrow that brought together three purgatory.

The arrows with the red blast flame were slammed straight into the king's sword to make a conical rotation.

The king's sword and magic bow didn't take much time to collide.

A few moments later, both sides hit the butch beautifully, generating a small explosion flame.

The power of the arrow deviated greatly from the direction of the king's sword. However, not knowing that the momentum would remain for a while, he stabbed several mercenaries and finally stopped moving as he sounded fiercely on the cobblestone.

It is no exaggeration to say that thanks to his magic, we have been protected.

"Something wasn't going very fast from chanting to magic?

"You said you could adjust the magic aiming (target) point to match that speed?

"If you don't know the timing, understand the magic traits, and predict the orbit even more perfectly, you're not going to make it happen."

"Who is he?"

The mercenary (player) who knocked off the first hand of King Ash and Dust (is a bully), Glenn, the sleepless magician, looked back. Then he pushes off the shaky night (or so) when he was trying to cover me in a grand position.

He smiled and stood in front of me.

"My princess of the rumor, if you were able to successfully complete this battle, would you be my friend even in the Clan Clan?

Before the showdown, he talks about a freshly flagged dialogue that seems to make him a great friend, in a playful tone.

And you, Glenn, were kneeling (on your knees) as if you had imitated your son.

"Please give me your hand..."

In the meantime, Glenn, I'm extending my right hand this way.

Hmm, I wonder if it would also be a useful item before the battle.

Or material?

I stared seriously at the hand I was offered, but there was nothing.

"... my princess. Take my hand and give my friend his word."

You're blushing subtly, but you're quick to say things you don't quite understand, Glenn.

Mina suddenly slapped down his hand like that.

"It's creepy"

The gaze the blonde girl puts on you is terribly cold.

Yabe.

On the day Mina makes me look like this, I could be dead.

Speaking of you, Glenn, played by the tiny hands of a cleric and a young girl, he stared at Pokhan and his own hand as if the time had come.

And look in the direction of the day after tomorrow and stand up flirtatious.

"Well, well, Mr. Glenn. I'm not depressed."

"There's an early story, there's still a chance."

That's what Yuki and Koya are putting in.

But Glenn groaned, "You can say that only because you and your friends are already friends with the princess."

Oh, shit.

Excellent medium two disease talent...... No, Glenn with painful medium two disease, did you want to be friends with me?

Yeah, yeah, nothing. I don't give a shit about Sick Two.

"Uh... well, not as much as a friend..."

Shortly after I tried to put in a late follow-up word for you, Glenn, the tense gutter drop.

"Angel, can I be my friend too!

"Angel, may I too!

"I'm your friend, too!

"If you stay freaked out with the lady, you look like you're having a lot of fun!

"Me too! You're a friend of Mithola's!?

"Silly! I can't tell you that. You promise!?

"It's an offensive site crushing operation! Maybe we'll investigate what Angel said to someone!

"If you can't see Mithola the Wise, it's your responsibility!

"And anyway, you and I are friends!

"Seriously, bee, be friends with me!

"Ah! I won't allow you to run out! Angel, you and I are friends!

"Whoops. Young people, isn't it best to honor and prioritize the old man first?

Several mercenaries (players) have pushed me doggedly.

Mr. Mithola, effect, don't be afraid.

That's Mina. You're surprised at this momentum, too, and she clings cuddly to my arm.

"Wow, hey, uh..."

But when his sister behind him coughed up with Cohon, Sa Huanjin took a step back. Sprinkling, he narrowed his eyes so much that he threatened them quietly around him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Glenn-kun's grieving howl sounds.

This was followed by a struggle by a forward mercenary (player) who had opened his end of the battle with the king.

"King Ashes." Damn it. Yeah!

"Whoa, whoa! Yabe, oh!

Somebody help me.

The surrounding mercenaries (players) forget even a moment about the opponents to fight.

Is it okay, the mercenary (player) side is in this condition?

The mercenaries (players) who flew King Ashes to the other side of oblivion and gathered on me are a little frightened. I didn't know Sage Mithola would work so well by then.

... it really works, doesn't it, Mr. Sage Mithola?

If not, Lorico......

No, that can't be right.

And it's an area you shouldn't think about any more.

Shake the Mercenaries of War (players) in front.

Before the final showdown, I kind of got a big sigh of relief.