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"Perhaps our conversation is not appropriate for people to hear, then, Ersika senpai, please help carry these people who are intoxicated with their dreams to the rooms behind the tavern, and I hope they will not remember anything when they wake up. Thinking about the cause of the strange situation, I said to Ersika when I saw that Achilles didn't mean to speak.

"Yes, it's a great honor for this old bone to be able to do things for President Leon. Still so respectful, he walked out of the bar, and with a raised hand he carried on his shoulders a strong man who weighed probably several times his own.

"I hope you enjoyed chatting. ”

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What a tough old man to deal with. It's funny, though, compared to someone's words. I sighed softly, I really like to sigh lately, is this also a sign of age?

"That man......" Without warning, as before, a deep and piercing voice echoed in the heart, it was Achilles. "I met him, a long time ago. ”

This time, do you want to talk to my heart directly?

It's not bad.

The steps were large, and after a few steps to the position behind the bard, I closed my eyes again. This is the so-called "saving energy".

And then? Is he someone worthy of your attention?

"No, it was about twenty years ago, and it's true that I met him, but I didn't have any other impressions of him at the time. ”

- He seems to remember you.

Hold back the above words, after all, this view of the characters who will not have any impact on the story is not important at all. So, isn't it time to get back to the point? Are those vague statements trying to get my attention, or are they ...... What is there that makes you "have to" say these words?

"As I said before, your attention is so focused on me that your only commendable perception is diminished. Can't you feel it? Disharmony in the city. Don't you feel it? The message of people who have the power to change the world. There's only one thing I really have to say, if you don't take it all into account—" His voice grew faint, and then.

"--The game is almost over. ”

Roaring, shattering, ruined, rotten, falling into the abyss. The darkness in front of me turned into a chaotic and distorted light and shadow, which hit my consciousness. Like thunder, my inner world was shaking violently, I stood up with a "swish", the gems on my body mixed with a "pleasant" harmony, and cold sweat flowed unnaturally from my forehead. My vision was a little distorted, and I raised my left hand, and I couldn't feel if it was reality or illusion. It's just that there's no doubt that it's trembling.

Is there still such a use of "Rhythm of the Heart", a unique "magic" created by Achilles...... In a moment, while talking directly to my heart, he keenly captured a wisp of my inner thoughts and found its loopholes. His words fused with their own magic, magnifying the weakness of my thinking more than ten times. Then, it caused its unstoppable collapse.

"If it were someone else, I'm afraid it would have been ......," he unconsciously whispered. It may not be possible to intuitively recognize what the collapse of consciousness means for a person, but ......

It's horrible, the brain is in unprecedented chaos, the mind is "buzzing" struggling with out-of-control fragments of thought, uncontrollable. But...... The chaos ends in an instant.

"I see, thank you. "Six simple words, the self jumped out of my mouth. I don't think there must be any "human" emotions mixed with it.

Turning my head, the ends of my snow-white hair swept across my eyes, and I saw a misty smile on the face of the bard who was making the same gesture as me.

"Don't let me down, your 'game' ......" This time, his voice reached my ears for real.

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"Hum ......" In the cold and deep alley, there was a smug laugh. "And it worked. The voice, which seemed to be inaudible, sat upright on the ground, and in front of him was an old stand with test tubes of different colors neatly arranged.

Muttering utter utterly inaudible words—perhaps unidentified incantations—the man focused on the task at hand. He cautiously poured the cyan glowing liquid from one tube into another tube containing a dreaded new green solution, and in an instant, the two colors vanished, leaving only an empty tube.

Beside him, a piece of coarse linen that could not even be called "cloth" was written crookedly with four barely distinguishable words, "Potion Merchant".

Extremely suspicious.

The southwestern part of the city is a residential area with a row of houses, in fact, less than 20 percent of the city's land, but 80 percent of its population. Most of them were the families of soldiers, old people with gray beards, or young children waiting to be fed, and women carried all the burdens of the family.

When did such a "suspicious" potion merchant first appear in such a place? I'm afraid no one remembers.

Tonight's moon is particularly eye-catching.

The potion merchant suddenly looked up. In the field of vision, above the roof, the young man with the soft moonlight around him had drawn the longbow in his hand, and the arrows on the bowstring looked quite ordinary. "Finally found you. As the voice rang out, the hand wrapped in a glove of the same color as the longbow, and the silver-white thread loosened.

- The first arrow.

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Amid the dazzling array of shops in the bar corridors, there's nothing special about it. If anything, it is here, and today, it welcomes two special guests.

One is me, one is Achilles, and then, perhaps, there will be the next.

The people who had fallen to the ground before, along with Vijay, who was my attendant, had been "carried" by Ersika in a few moments to the guest rooms behind the storefront, and strangely enough, there was a room that could accommodate twenty or thirty people behind this cramped storefront.

The traditional style of Kitanobi is strange, but it's easier to understand than anywhere else.

"So, what's next?"

It's spicy. Swallowing the liquor that almost choked me to tears, I put the glass back on the table as I looked at the man across from me who had drunk the same thing without the slightest change in expression. At this point, the store was empty because there was only one table abruptly placed in the middle, and there were only the two of us.

Nice atmosphere. It's just for the guy across from me.