"I want to drink."
Bease smacks his head in a word of polion.
"Don't say that because I'm patient."
"If you drink a little, it won't affect you, right?
Two people are staring at me.
No, why are you staring at me?
If they drank a little, they wouldn't lose.
Polyons and beans, in general, don't get drunk if you don't drink them.
I don't think I'm going to be able to add or subtract.
Tilt his neck to Beath's words.
Are you angry with the people who are after the Magic Stones so much that you can't drink a little bit?
I still feel a little uncomfortable even if it has happened before.
"What happened?
When I ask you a question, you two face a bitter juice.
"One by one, I've moved to hunt down the church."
Nod at the words of the polion.
Don't be impatient if you're dealing with someone who wields power.
It's best to slowly push your opponent into trouble so they don't understand your movements.
"I don't know why the nobles put their shoulders in the church, so I don't know how to move."
Polion continued to smile bitterly at Beace's words.
"Don't let the aristocrats erase you if you move poorly. It's a nasty problem."
Sure, turning nobles into enemies is troublesome.
They hold them in their arms for as long as they pay.
And they use any cowardly hand.
"You didn't even shut up and put up with it, did you?
It's about the Polyon.
"Well, to the point where it can't be broken. I know the King's Landing, and I can get some information."
Beace laughs at Polion's words.
"You've trained quite a bit on how to use a little bit of information to hurt them a lot."
Maybe they're controlling not just my rumors, but the others.
"For the past two years, the Church, which has lost its financial space due to the loss of nobility, has made an unprecedented failure. Thanks to that, we finally have solid evidence."
Polion smiles slightly.
"Until then, it was evidence to decide."
Polion nods at Beace's words.
"What's the proof?
"I sent it to someone. We should be able to kick the church out of this village soon."
Apparently we can't catch the church people with evidence alone.
Is there only one way to get rid of the village?
I see.
You really want to catch him.
Perhaps that frustration won't keep your anger down?
"You must have relaxed, everyone's."
Beace looks painful.
"I didn't notice the biscuit entering the church. Even though there were guards."
Bis... he was the boy the church was looking for.
"What did a boy named Screws do?
They shake their heads to the side on my question. [M]
"I don't know. However, it is certain that the churchmen were quite anxious. You said you ran away with the money, but the screw can't do that. He's a very kind boy with a strong sense of justice."
Do you know Beace?
"Is he still running? You're not in the woods, you're in the village, right? Then it's possible that someone is hiding them."
"I wish it were, but the church found me."
Huh?
"You resisted, it looked terrible when you found it."
"... you're dead?
Beace shook her neck at my words.
And it relieves me a little.
"Who did it?
"Four of them are in the spot where they were caught."
A place isn't a regular prison.
"I was dying. For a moment, I wondered if I should just leave quietly. But the screw held my hand. That's why I saved you. And yet, the magic of the screw is raging inside my body and the potion is not working. The magic is still not stable. As a result, my health, which was only slightly reduced, now makes my potion almost ineffective."
"It's just that I've been having a hard time."
Polion taps Beas on the shoulder.
They tortured me to get something out of the screwdriver.
Bease punches his desk with his fist.
Calm down.
He lived because he needed to know something.
But it's not a good thing for him.
If the potion is weaker than it can be, I can't put my hands on it anymore.
But....
"The ones targeting the druids are the same as the ones looking for the screws. We already have an executor. Well, they helped the church. I will also relieve you of your anger."
It's only natural to be angry.
They might not be alive anymore.
No, it's about my wig.
You're alive.
Whatever the condition.
"Is it about time?
Beace walks out the door of the room in Polion's words.
When she comes back after a while, she nods at me.
Looks like you're ready to attack me.
"Maybe I'll go to the dolphin too. Well, how long can you fight?
See where Beace had his arm.
And I'll show you a sad look.
"Don't worry, you can fight normally. It's just that the way we fight has changed a little."
I have also become accustomed to fighting with one arm, but I am still worried when there are many enemies and how I fight.
For this reason, I changed to a battle in which I set myself up to definitely defeat the opponent.
We strike before we see the opponent's power, so compared to the old days... we may have figured out how to fight.
I see.
Polyon looked at his arm and replied impatiently.
"You know what?
"What do you want?
In my words, Polyon and Beath look at me strangely.
"With this arm, you feel like you can't do anything. Surprisingly useful."
"... fu, is that so?"
When Polion laughed, Beath was stunned for a moment, but she smiled bitterly.
Whatever you use, you win intact.
Ivy's gonna be sad when I get hurt.
"What, was it okay with one arm? Then why don't we go back to adventurers?
Polion invites me with a smile.
"I refuse."
This one again...
"I'm sorry. I was going to use it."
Sigh at the words of the polion.
"You're really going to do it."
"Naturally, the guild's hidden balls are now available in Hathal Village!
The words of Polyon exhale again.
Speaking of which, when you talk to this guy from when we were together, you'd sigh a lot.
It's really the same.
"When do we leave?
Think a little about Beace's question.
I'm ready, but I'm not.
We also need to secure the potion in the dump.
"Tomorrow's..."
If you hurry, will you be ready by lunch?
"I can't decide the time, but I'll leave tomorrow."
"Okay. Polyon"
"I know. Until then, I'll keep an eye on the nobles' movements and I'll take care of them. I can hold it for a few days, so don't get hurt in a hurry."
"Copy that. Thank you."
Stand up from your chair and lower your sword from your shoulders.
Check the magic stones in the magic bag and grab the potions inside.
Sola's potion.
I carry it in a small bottle for when something happens.
Normal potions deteriorate quickly, but Sora's potions don't.
Is it okay to give it to Ivy before talking to him...?
"What's wrong?
Beace looks at me with her neck tilted.
Bice gave it to me by a biscuit, probably from an old popular adventurer around this village.
Sure it was Billy?
"Beace, is he still alive?
"What? Oh, I was alive when I saw it before I came here. They say they won't have it till tomorrow."
"Until tomorrow.... don't ask me anything. I won't say anything."
Hmm?
Press the vial removed from the magic bag against the bead.
"What is this? Pretty pretty... what?
Blue potion.
Polion and Beas stare at the vial in my words.
"Doloid, this..."
"Thank you."
After stopping the polion's words, Beace thanked him and put the vial in a magic bag.
"Ah... yes. Okay, then we need to get to the screw. I can't waste my time."
"Of course. Let's get this over with."
I leave the store by myself.
"I'm sorry, it's an old treat."
The words of Polyon clog for a moment.
Tell me if you want to!
"No, it seemed like this village was going through a lot. I'd be glad if that magic stone could help."
You just get caught up in this stupid play?
I was anxious and nodded smellily when I saw Beas.
Apparently it gets caught.
"Good luck."
"Come back and see me when the dollows are settled. I'll make sure I can do it slowly this time."
After breaking up with the two of you, you go to the inn in a bit of a hurry.
I felt murdered on the way, but apparently he didn't come here.
But you're going to attack me with such a lethal attempt?
It's like I've been attacking you ever since I deliberately claimed to be here...
"I was worried. If that were the case, I'd be able to get to the screw in less time."
Now, when you get back, wake Ivy up, explain, and let's go.
Still, it's kind of a rush from Hataka Village.
I want to relax in the next village.
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