A Wish to Grab Happiness

Karia, and Hert Stanley, the voices of both names slowly disappear from their ears as they go some distance. He stroked his neck and switched the air in his lungs just to change his mood and sigh gently.

"No, I see. The trap that makes you split up. Oh, hey, thanks."

"... for that matter, I feel quite swallowed, I don't care. Are all adventurers?

Nothing good, but look at me, whining, as I lurk my voice next door, Fialert La Borgograd has bitten cigarette in his mouth. Is it strangely good voice quality that lingers in my ear when I say it's so loud that it's going to disappear?

As for this one, she said that she was separated from her peers in a trap as soon as she stepped into the entrance to the underground temple, but she kept her cool.

Not that it's swallowing, but when you want to calm down, it's good to chew tobacco. The burnt, but somewhere sober, smell passing through my nose is pleasant. This is what I did when I was in crisis on my previous journey. At any rate, the danger was stuck on my back at all times for only one person being sent to scourge or often coming forward as a discerning actor in the trap.

"So, what do you do? Do you want to wait here for help? Or does it work here?"

I didn't think of the words, I circled my eyes. I almost accidentally swallowed the accumulated spit. What happened to my dark-haired sorcerer? But I'm staring at him somewhere in a state of anxiety.

No, what, I wanted to tell you that was something to be surprised at.

Um, I didn't even try to get into my eyes, like my presence, because Fialert La Borgograd asked me for my opinion. That's not to say, of course, that she did, but there's still something overlapping. I mean, I'm amazed, or my cheeks get tight in an unpleasant way.

Light a simple candlestick, filled with warcraft fat, with chewing tobacco in your chest.

"Then it's a shake to move. Don't fall, employer. I'm used to it. I'm going forward. Follow me to the fire."

"Before, it was dark. I wonder if adventurers can see before, even in the dark."

I told you I was used to it, waving my hands behind my back, clapping my shoulders. Oh, yeah, even if you're used to it. This place, this trap, is my second experience.

The underground temples stacked with ancient stones and clay were far removed from the atmosphere of rigour.

Without the kind of valuables, there is even a faint shadow that there was once a religion here. But still, my lord magician. Fialert has both a significance and a reason to come here. That's why you hired me. I had to hire him.

Ruins and places where warcraft have come to dwell, like here. It's a state-recognized guild management facility. Instead of just leaving it desolate, the Adventurer is used to manage, sometimes unearth, and the Alliance makes its revenues. The state pays more than the guild. It means we can make each one nostalgic. Money doesn't stay in the pocket of the weak no matter where you go.

Therefore, it is not permissible to step freely into a guild managed facility. Whether you want to take something back from it, do an excavation survey, you need to format it in the form of permission from the guild, or a request to the guild. Otherwise, Fialert wouldn't have hired me with a stuffed feather.

Yeah, of course, there are some big idiots inside, like the once apprentice knights, who seem to be replacing themselves in stone everywhere in their brains, in the administrative areas of the Alliance, but also in the restricted areas.

I could see how surprised I was to hear only the sound of stepping on that cobblestone at the foot of the fialert following me from behind with the candlestick.

I stop my leg and look back slightly just in case, and my lips are pointed and my eyes are pointed as I strengthens. Yeah, do it, and if the words come out, you'll still be fine.

"Nevertheless, the Warcraft... though I thought it was something that sprang from the darkness. Better than I thought."

"Come on, you're not a mold or a disease. It's a living thing over there. Some of them have driven their fighting instincts crazy, but they're scared to die over there. They're coming at me head-on. There's no way."

Dare I, a second trap. It's near the entrance, too. It makes sense, naturally. I don't think I stepped on the same mistake anymore.

One is, yes, to temporarily disconnect the fialert from Hert Stanley.

"But I like things. Hey, you too. The temple of the Old Church wouldn't even be a place to come on the Mountain of Visitation."

Really, if we go ahead at that party, there's always Hert Stanley in between us and her. For that abominable sense of righteousness and for the good words of any child.

I don't want to talk to this woman if I can.

But only that, as it once was, the fialert will be formed as a presence beside Hert Stanley. That's all, whatever it is, it has to stop. Just imagine that, my heart stops moving as if it's turned to stone. The bitterness of his journey to salvation, his hatred of Hert Stanley getting something, his fear that if he made the world follow the same path as before, it would end the same way again.

Every emotion is as fierce and crazy as turning its organs upside down.

Therefore, we must find him and find her. You have to ask for something to separate them.

"... Shut up. There's a situation here, a situation."

Well, as a magician,

Well, yeah. and Fialert nodded. It's something I knew I'd cut, but I'll still snort like I'm interested.

Naturally. Because she's been here before. Even so, it wasn't at such an early age, it was a stopover on the journey.

But I still can't say enough about a woman. I honestly don't know I've been after this place since I was old enough to call it a girl.

Perhaps once she failed to make a request. Couldn't get here, made me give up, obsessed with research in the city. If so, I want you to thank me for bringing you here early. Of course she doesn't know that.

"What, you'll be fine. It would be a study of sorcery. I don't think so."

My appearance on the journey of salvation comes to my eyelids. Um, a confident fialert la Borgograd figure convinced that magic can change everything. Things When it comes to magic, I didn't think it was impossible for her.

"Don't say anything unsolicited."

But what came back to me lightly was a strangely hard and perverted word. Unexpectedly, he opens his eyes for a moment and looks back.

"Are you okay with the habit of not knowing me? You're going to be easy on me! So this is it, this is it, no thought, the guy with no knowledge... well, it doesn't matter"

The words had solidity, but then they were feverish. I can see the brilliance in those black eyes as well. Her strangely disturbing appearance, calmly settled and sometimes spared somewhere, was something strange.

"It's true you don't have the knowledge, but hey. I know. I'm looking into my client in advance to a certain extent. Further east from here, international students from the Volvato morning. He said he was corrupt at the academy about his ancient and present magic research."

Just to the words of the fialert, what are you talking about, I move on with biting tobacco in my mouth.

Of course I didn't bother looking into her. But the story I heard during the journey was that she had rotted into research here in Garou Amalia, showing her head early and at first glance. If it is, then I see there is the one that is unique to genius. It's unthinkable to ordinary people.

"... oh, I know. You took the request after you knew. Yes, then make a fool of yourself. A little girl from the outside says she's playing a ridiculous fool."

I'm just surprised today. What is this word? Masochistic. Or is it her, novice joke? I don't laugh at all.

"Come on, give me a break. The lowliness of a talented one is like spitting in heaven. Give it back to yourself."

"Talented? Hmm...... make a fool of me. Then I wonder if you can ride me. You think I can succeed, even in shards?

"Of course. Yeah, that's why I came here on request"

Well, I don't know. She had heard from a young child that she was a talented person. Then naturally, everyone would put a stake on her future, its glory. Ask a rat like me.

For a moment, the voice from behind holds. Whatever, that's convenient too. I just got here.

Another reason I dared to trap you is this.

"Well, here we are, my client. This is your destination, isn't it?

I can hear you sipping the breath of a fialert. He seems surprised, happy, and unable to sort out his emotions somewhere. I see. You can look somewhat good at all this.

The place that stepped out of the narrow, dark passage was the wide cathedral. Yes, this is the main hall of this underground temple. A collection of knowledge that the crests continued to protect, making it a destination for fialerts.