I had all sorts of thoughts. The 43rd Catholic Church-- the Blood Witch's Black Crescent. Racunda introduced herself that way, but Azin's head could not accept it as it is.
Is there a bridge in First World? I don't know, because there was no explanation of the worldview on First's homepage or manual. Maybe there is a bridge somewhere in the vast world of First. It is possible that there may be a mediator. Wudang, Shaolin... I try to join the world of First, thinking about the famous moon that comes to my mind right now.
It doesn't fit.
As far as the NPCs in this town are concerned, they're Western. The same was true of Russell and Carls, whom I met in the forest. Carl's a knight, Russell's a wizard... yes. This world is a world where knights and wizards belong, but not Muslims.
Then what is the woman in front of you? Racunda... No, Raw Snow. She calls herself the Blood Witch, the 43rd Lord of the Church, and she says, "What the hell?" NPC or operator?
"Riggs asked me to teach you a lesson. "
The black snow scent settles back on the chair. She twists her legs, looking at Azin, who is still on her knees. The only right eye narrows, looking at the pain. Riggs? As Azin looks at it, the black snow creases his thin eyebrows.
"The town blacksmith's name is Riggs. You didn't know that either. "
"Oh, right. "
Damn bitch. Ajin swallowed the swearing tongue with his teeth. I don't know the name of a blacksmith. The twitching heart urged him to slap her on the cheek and spit, but Azin suppressed it. Rather, this is an opportunity. Whatever her identity is, she is called the Bishop of the Church with my mouth right now, and it is unusual to see her knee sway just by shouting. Besides, I'm still...
Ajin felt a slight tingling sensation in his skin. This enormous existence was rarely felt in the Moorish winds. There were many absolute masters that Azin met in the Moorish wind, and Azin had also become one himself. However, no one who had met Ajin had the same presence as Raw Snow. The player's traits have never led to a rapidly growing azine. Swordsmanship, sovereignty, heaven... I think of many absolute masters that come to my mind right now, and I think of the days when I became a bishop of the Church and became a Muslim oath. Then, he confronted it with the aura of Raw Snow.
Nothing to see. A fillet. You can't win unless you use a cheek.
"I tried to teach you a useful lesson, but I don't think I can give you much of one. Bloodthirsty... You're a martyr, so how can you teach such a trivial lesson when you're the top dog? "
The black snow scent smiles with a raised mouth. Yeah, that's why I called it an opportunity. The profound method of azin is the method of bloodshed. The hemolytic method changes to the hemolytic method when it reaches 10 stars. Since then, every time I continue to reach 10 stars, the law changes to something else. Hemophilia, Hemophilia, Vinacy, Sobriety, Heavy Drinking, Thousand Drinking. Ultimately, what we reach is the martial arts drama, which is the practice of martial arts, and all of us are martial arts artists.
If the Black Snow scent really is the Bishop of Mahishmati, then he is no different from Ajin. I've come across this opportunity by chance, but I can't give it to you in vain. should be used as much as possible.
".. I'll take it. "
Azin puts his head to the ground. There's no humiliation. You can bend your head a few times to get what you want, or you can cut your own throat right here if you want to die. This is a game. It comes back to life even if you die. It is a pretext that the bishop of the Church will never come again to teach directly and not roughly.
"Hoho. Are you willing to obey yourself? It's good not to do any annoying work. "
Looking down at the pain in the head, Raw Snow's scent spits out a giggling smile. She casually twists her legs and drinks the smoke, propping up the pipe with her hands. The haze clouded the face of the black snow.
"Who am I? "
"Let him be my regent, the 43rd Bishop of the Church. He is the Blood Witch of Raw Snow."
"Who are you? "
"The most insignificant underdog. It's Ajin."
In response, I smiled with a black snow scent. It seemed like the building was suddenly shaking with a big burst of laughter. The black snow scent that laughed for a long time creaks, turning the chair back.
"Great. Jordanian, Jordanian. It's been a long time since I've been called that. 20 years away from here... It's been too long. It was a disgraceful day to leave my name and stars behind and hide myself. I thought I would never hear the name of the Church again, and I was about to give in to the folly. How delightful this is. "
A chair creaks in the ear of a headhunched azin. Twenty years... 20 years before the virtual reality game becomes available. But you don't have to take that as it is. If she's NPC, that's the setting that's included in the worldview.
"Raise your head. "
He immediately raised his head. There's nothing good about looking like you're drooling. If you decide to take advantage of bending your head, you can throw away your pride all you want. If you get a big price for throwing it away, you throw it away more reliably and completely.
"Yes, my lord. "
Don't put humiliation on your face. Show and know that you are obedient. Don't hesitate, don't hesitate. Play a loyal and outstanding hand rather than play a foolish hand.
"Good. You'll have to call me that every time you call me. I will not allow the title to be given to me other than the word" supreme. ""
"Yes, my lord. "
In response, he smiled as if the smell of Raw Snow was satisfactory. She leans back and raises her head. A huge chest thumps, with a stool falling over and a tight black garment. The scent of Raw Snow shifts its black head over its shoulder and asks.
"Consider this an act that will never happen again. This religious monk's black and white scent teaches you directly. I will be happy to teach you that I thought I would never be a disciple again. "
"Thank you, Your Highness. "
Azin bows his head deeply as if he were overwhelmed. Azin's lips twisted, bowing his head.
"What you've learned is a method of bloodshed and an energy drain. What else have you learned? "
"Nothing."
"Do you know how to handle weapons? "
"I don't want to deal with it. "
Azin replied honestly. Weapons will increase their Attack Power, but fitting equipment is a hassle. If so, it would be better to learn a proper euphemism.
"Excellent. I don't mean to disparage weapons like swords or degrees or spears, but in the end, the most familiar weapon for humans is hands and feet. With deep internal air and familiarity, this body made of blood can be sharper, faster than a sword, and heavier than a spear. "
It is called Mankind.
"The Mainlander's Seamstress is the Thousand Horseman. A Thousand Horsemen is a shaman based on the law of drinking. Do you know about it? "
".. to some extent. "
A drink that can only be learned by the Bishop. On the basis of this, a Christian shaman is called the Celestial Shrine Master. It includes the Articles of Incorporation and the Articles of Swordsmanship, the Swordsmanship, and the Ceiling of Ceiling, the Articles of Intelligence. When he became a bishop of the Church, Azin used to learn about it. That's why I knew how terrible and powerful the shaman was.
"I intend to teach you the law, the longevity, the rule, and the machinist among the astronauts. Of course, since you have not mastered the art of drinking properly, you will not be able to exert your original power, but that will suffice. "
- Awesome. Ajin hides his smile as he feels a glimmer in his head. You can move faster and more efficiently if you learn how to use it. Once you have mastered the art and power, the attack becomes more powerful. But the greatest of them all was the strongman. Forge is a method of using force. If the level of depth is high and the internal air is deep, the strength is naturally expressed, but the forced forced stimuli are not the only ones of that level, making them more powerful and efficient to use.
"It's not supposed to be easy to teach this, but you're different as a player. "
The small-tongued black snow scent rang out and approached Ajin. Her outstretched hands reach for Azin's head. Azin does not avoid it, but opens his eyes quietly and watches his hand go up to his head.
"I'm still not used to this kind of transfer. "
Hearing the whimpering voice of Raw Snow, he closed his eyes. I felt something piercing through the center of my body from the crown. At the same time, the system beeps in Azin's head.
[Bishop of the Bridge, Black Snow, transfers skill. Accept?]
"Yes."
A small, frustrating answer. It greatly expanded Azin's mind. It felt like there was a huge explosion inside. Azin's shoulders flutter, momentarily dumbfounded, and the system continues to ring a tone.
[You have received the Hundred Horsemen's Greetings from the Celestial Hall.]
[I learned the Thousand Wave Ceiling during the Heavenly Pontoon.]
[You have won the Thousand Wave Bombardment Ticket during the Thousand Wave.]
[I acquired the River of 1,000 Stomach Blood.]
[Feel the connection with the bridge. The Thousand Necromancer conforms to the Bloodstream Act.]
[Because you are not a martial arts player, the power of the Celestial Master is reduced by 80%.]
Azin couldn't hide his smile. As the tail of his mouth twists, Azin immediately falls to the ground. Kuang! My forehead aches with a loud voice, but I can take it as much as I want.
At this moment, the Celestial Shrine Master can only produce 20% of its original power. But that's enough. Azin had enormous internal air, and it could grow as much as it wanted with the energy drain. Moreover, if we grow the method of bloodshed and evolve it, the power of the Celestial Shrine will be even stronger.
"Thank you, Joker! "
Azin cried out loudly. I thought I could crawl between the razor-scented legs with my four feet right now, and lick her whole body with my tongue.
"You may go back today, but come visit me once a day."
When I saw the pain on my head, I said the smell of raw snow. She bites the pipe back into her mouth, jostling at the smoke.
"I will help you see to your own level. If I learn the Hundred Horsemen and stay at a trivial level, it will hurt my face."
Chuckle, the smoke was long and Racunda sat at the table. She glances back at Azin, who still has his head to the ground.
"If I don't show you the growth I want, I will kill you and break your bond. I will take away all your inner glory and take back my teachings. It would be inevitable even if you were a player."
"Yes, my lord."
It was a frightening warning, but he answered clearly. I didn't want to stay at this level right now, nor did I want to stay trivial. He will become stronger than anyone and go farther than anyone else. Azin recalls the faces of Asella and Luke.
He hasn't paid for their humiliation yet.
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Many people are looking for a Raw Snow assistant. I didn't intend to use it as a teaching assistant, but do you prefer a teaching assistant?