Hunter of the Perished World

The next day, they headed out into the woods to escape the moon. The rest of the town did their job, greeted Jean's group and didn't talk much.

It was a strangely exclusive and strangely friendly reaction. The attitude of the residents that they could come back anytime and didn't care about coming back felt inhuman.

There was only one person left to meet. He uncovered a plank of wood plated from ginseng.

"This..."

"Armbar." "

The upper limb, which simplified and compressed the upper limb diagram, was similar to the upper limb plate that used to be used by abundant water writers in the past.

"I can't read everything in detail like an armpit, but I'm sure you'll appreciate the magical energy around you. If there's a magic hazard or device in the path where the postmortem enters, the armpit will tell you where it is."

You don't know your surroundings exactly like high-level spells like armpits, but the armpits were a decent high level magical tool just to be able to react to the surrounding spells.

Gene takes a look at his armpit and gives an honest admiration.

"The Celestial Party's spells have progressed a lot."

"Haha, this is all we have to do. I hope you're doing well."

"Thank you. I'll make sure I sharpen his chin and find the storm." "

"Well, you don't have to do that. Then, I have to give you cheekiness from today...."

Dangju leans back slowly with his head down, and Gene puts his armrests in his arms.

"Looks like a compass."

"That's right."

Obviously, the half of the arms given by the current week will be of considerable use to them. Of course, the premise is that it's hidden in a virobi cup by a storm or a shaman.

"Then let's go."

The three rushed through the forest, and soon they were able to face the carved cliffs again. Leona crouches, looking down the cliff and tucks her legs in.

"Oh, really... Oh really..."

I was so lost that I couldn't even speak. I don't know if it's going up or down, but it's really absurd.

But Ramfildo and Gindo started preparing to descend like they were nothing.

"Oh really... ”

Leona was about to burst into tears, but Lamfil didn't look forward to it.

Point Whydoll.

It was a small town with only a hundred inhabitants, but it had almost everything it needed. The houses that were refurbished and rebuilt were in plausible shape. There is no shortage of drinking water due to the robbery nearby.

Despite its garbage wall level, it also has a defensive wall, and even though it is crude, armed with a scrap gun, monsters and slatters were able to repel or deal with it as much as possible. It wasn't Heaven's Keep, but it was an environment that could feed about a hundred people.

If it was not enough, it was an energy situation, but I couldn't handle the amount of energy used to turn on the lights because I couldn't afford to go out and hunt monsters.

Furthermore, the problem is that I have become unable to go in and out lately.

“The group shouldn't have come here.... ”

You mutter as if you're worried about a resident of Udol. The other villager who was talking received a warm welcome.

“Would you come here if you had something to pick up? I can see them too. What are they doing in this poor town...? ”

“What are they killing people for? I kill because I have people. ”

“The group must have eaten the whole area, but if they don't come, they won't be interested. ”

“That's a relief.... ”

From the commute, Slater's group, the Sin Group, occupied the north and became more and more powerful. The two men sitting on a pile of rocks and talking, stumbling and stuttering, and their tongues twitching.

“Aigoo, what are ghosts doing? I'm not going to catch him. ”

“You've been drinking again, haven't you? ”

“You're drinkin 'all day.... ”

“The young man's already lost. ”

The young man passing by them had his head blown off, and his eyes narrowed. The walk was not normal, but the walk of a drunken man. Otherwise, he had a leather pouch in his right hand, and he was putting what was in that pouch in his mouth every three steps.

This little point is a nuisance, and everyone's first hand is a drunkard.

All I knew how to do was make liquor out of grain, so I could only make liquor out of grain from Stony Stones, which was not rich in food, but I could only see it with clear eyes.

I did not lack it, but I made grain and ate it, but it was a disgrace. Not only was he drunk every time I saw him, but he was blunt when I asked him something, because he had a real smile and he was four years old.

Moreover, it was vague what residents would say about all the grains they would use in shaping grain. I want to borrow it. What are you going to do with it?

“Still, his skills in plowing the fields are amazing. ”

“It would be nice if you didn't drink with that sparkling talent. ”

Even though it seemed great, the field that the drunkard was always plowing was unparalleled. It even removes parts from the common warehouse for the town. He did everything I had to do, but the only downside was drinking.

One day, I asked the question, "Why don't you stop drinking and stay healthy?" I said, "What if you don't drink in this filthy world? 'I was happy to hear that. I couldn't give him any more scolding because his strength was exhausting.

It's been two years since that tooth came in.

At first, when they asked me to give them one piece of land, they all said, "We have more people." But when they saw how they started to make wine, everyone stopped listening to them.

There was a lot of commotion, but after a lot of time, everyone was now willing to do it.

After all, it wasn't a poor and needy village, but the drunkard who did what I had to do was considered one of the villagers. The villagers who were wearing tongues eventually worried about the drunkard for about two or three days if he didn't show up.

Above all, drinking, not cheap drugs, was a healthy hobby. In fact, it was quite fun for the villagers to go to his hut while sneaking around, get a drink and get drunk.

In that sense, he was a nuisance to the stomach stones, but he was also needed during the cover-up.

“Mmmm... ”

“Huff…. ”

The two who were tongue-filled seemed to notice once again and decided to get a glass of grain today.

The drunkard staggers back to his hut and lies barefoot on his straw. The stench of yeast spreads ferociously through the room, but he pulls the joyful grain out of the poison and takes in a single breath.

Drinking in the world nowadays is a foul and full taste. In the end, however, people live whatever they want, and as the world is full of geeks, too.

“Khh... ”

After having a hot drink, the full spirit rose to the top of my head. He was lying on his red face and was about to fall asleep.

But always, in the head of a drunkard, there is such an idea.

‘Good times, I'm doing this shit. ’

‘What do you think, sister, drink or drink? But this liquor doesn't hurt anyone, does it? ’

‘Disgusting fellow, I was a fool to expect anything from you. ’

‘Hehe, what do you expect? Stay where you are. Doesn't everything go the way the Emperor intended? What are you trying so hard to do and what are you thinking so hard about? It's the logic of the world to live in flowing streams, and somehow it works. ’

Don't you want to inherit the goods? ’

I don't know. I don't need stuff that I don't know what it is. ’

‘Then give it to me. ’

‘I can't do that because of my agreement with my teacher. I don't have it. ’

‘You still have a habit of picking on your teacher when you are disadvantaged. ’

‘Haha... What am I, a day or two? Are you going to get thirsty anyways? ’

‘Ahh... It's not worth it... You're destined to drink here for the rest of your life. Let's never look again. ’

‘Take a look, Sister. No escorting. ’

It's been a year since we last met. The drunkard was well aware of her shiny ambition and greed.

I'd rather be a fool. By the time the door of the hut opened while the drunkard was falling asleep, he was being swallowed by the incoming drunkenness.

Yuck...

The person who appeared with the rattling of the tree hinges was a face not remembered by the drunkard.

“...... I've never seen anything like it. ”

The man in the black coat looks like a hunter, and at least there's no favor in his face. The drunkard scratches his stomach and sits on his back against the wall.

Even though he was drunk, the visitor's face was not favorable, his expression was slightly stiff. He speaks with a touchy attitude.

“This neighborhood doesn't take kindly to the streets. ”

“The villagers welcomed me. ”

The visiting colleagues were already being treated with rare poverty by handing out some chips to the villagers. But the drunkard said it had nothing to do with him.

“That's what the people in the neighborhood mean. ”

I slowly got drunk from his face and looked at the guest with a new, sharpened look.

“If you've been here long enough to get through the bag of air in the suburbs, you're a hard man to welcome. ”

The group didn't invade Wisdom Point.

I just couldn't find this place at all because of the blunt force of the drunkard.

So it was a very unlikely neighborhood, and the guest who was visiting now found a place he should never have to be.

That's why the drunkard couldn't look at Jin with a good eye.

"How did you find the Wonder of Life?"

The breastplate goes through each exit, and the passageway leads to a message that the drunkards have been relieved of. We have to avoid fourteen issues to get to the living gate, but accidentally penetrating them is just as ridiculous as the three-year-old child opening a monster's head with a honeymoon.

"I'm a bit of a shaman myself."

So, he knew all he could about how to avoid a stupid duffel bag. Of course, the armpit helped a lot, but Gene didn't say that.

Jin stares at him, crouching in front of the drunkard with a cautious expression. The drunkard was about to run out of booze.

"Are you the descendant of the statue and the shaman of heaven?"

Jinn's aura was terrifying, as if he would twist his neck if he made a mistake.

Naturally, the drunkard was appalled by the name of attitude coming from the mouth of a stranger.

Gin sweeps through the squishy hut, looks at the drunkard in front of her and kicks her tongue.

"I don't see how he looks like a deserter."

"... What do you want?"

"I heard you took the hurricane. Give it to me."

"You're from the Celestial Party."

The drunkard wakes up staggering and turns his head.

"It was a change of drink a long time ago."

"Do I look like I'm playing a joke?"

Puck!

"Unh!"

Gene grabs him by the collar and pushes him against the wall, shaking the awfully shabby hut and dropping dust from the ceiling.

In Gin's eyes, flesh boils sincerely.

"Yes... One last time."

Bam!

"Oops!"

As Gene throws down his throat, he rolls around on the floor. No matter how drunk he is, he doesn't appear to be the heavenly shaman who can strike lightning in the dry sky.

"I need the power of a seal."

"What do you mean? What in the world would need the strength of a seal...?"

"Don't you read the Heavenly Sorcerer's Qi?"

Jin was furious. It may not be the same genre, but it is the same genre. That's why Jin was showing him the invisible attitude that no one else usually had.

Living in this mess, a man who shouldn't be living in this mess, was enough to provoke Gene. He's not the villain of the century. He's a drunkard.

Rather, it was the most difficult situation to understand. Gene tugs his collar and throws it out of the hut. And Gene sat next to him with a terrifying look. The sky was still clear, but reading the flow of the sky to the heavenly shaman was not a problem day and night.

When was the last time I read the sky? It was only when I opened my purse a while ago that I used magic correctly.

Read the heavenly energy by adding the power of magic while stumbling through memories. He felt as if he had stabbed himself in the chest with a massacre.

The Great Chestnut! '

There was an unprecedented evil energy in the sky.