Cheese, who fell asleep in the ruins, had violent mood swings and some mysterious power that gave the mage no chance to even resist. And after his body fell, the cloudless night sky began to drip a little bit of rain, a very peculiar rain, enveloping the ruins. Interestingly, although they were resting not far away, no one else noticed the rain curtain in the turbidity current, and they even forgot about the existence of the mage on this night, and the numb vigil, rested, and it was not until dawn the next day that it suddenly realized that Cheese had not returned all night.

A tall figure in a black robe came from the rain. The black robe was, at best, a large enough piece of cloth that had been simply cut, and was only made up of a shirt with faded silver buttons connected to the chest. Drops of water fell on the figure like silver threads, but they could not wet his robes, for they were already wet and could not be wet.

"Oh, look who this is. Wanderer in the Rain, Great Wet Soul, I don't remember laying down a ritual to summon you, and there doesn't seem to be any sacrifice here that will attract you other than this poor wizard. ”

The ruins in front of Cheese slumped, and a massive golden throne pressed it all beneath the ground. This vulgar throne embellished with gold and precious stones is not dull at all even in the rain, exuding a gorgeous and vulgar brilliance. The fat monster that sat on it stood on the armrest of the throne with its fat left hand, propping up his multiple jaws that could trap flies. The monster wore a crown adorned with jewels and intricate engravings that would ecly the crown of any earthly king.

"Broker. The tall figure stopped and said in a voice that seemed to come from underwater. His voice was strange, but combined with his ram-like head, it didn't seem like a big deal. There have been few records of the wet spirit, but his followers know that the appearance of the god in the rain every time he appears has a meaning, and although most of the believers who are lucky enough to see it can only see a silhouette in the huge rain curtain, it is enough for them to compile it into a book in order to guess the meaning of the god's mansion. But even the most knowledgeable and senior priest of the Wet Soul had never seen any record of the Wet Soul manifesting the state of a ram's head.

"Hehe, should I feel honored? You actually appear here directly as your 'true appearance', it seems that this kid means a lot in your eyes. The monster said lazily, as if he were annoying by the constant rain in the sky, and with a snap of his fingers, a canopy appeared on the throne. And the canopy was a woman in white whose face was invisible, and her posture could almost be called perfect, because in the eyes of all people she would be the one they most wanted. The woman naturally sat on the right thigh of the monster, holding the handle of the canopy with both hands, and her slender waist seemed to be able to be broken with a force in the monster's hands.

"God of love and beauty?" the wet soul always doesn't say much, but the person who talks to him understands what he means.

The broker pursed the corners of his lips, "It used to be." You also know my habits, those things that are still useful, I will not touch. I'm just a humble scavenger, collecting collections that no one else wants. For example, she. What do you think? I rarely find a connoisseur of your kind to have a taste of my collection, and most connoisseurs run away screaming just by seeing it. But you're different, great wet soul, isn't she much cuter than she used to be?"

"You're a madman. The sheep-headed figure in the rain commented, and it was clear that he didn't like what the other man was doing.

"Hehe, haha!" the monster sitting on the throne laughed, laughing with delight, "Oh, that's a great review! I mean, if a being like yours who has traveled through countless worlds calls me crazy, then I must be one of the craziest madmen, haha!"

"There's nothing to be happy about. The wet soul said, and the rain began to increase, but there was not the slightest noise in the rain. The raindrops fell to the ground and disappeared into the ground as if they were unhindered, and even then, the ground of the ruins of Turbidity was dry.

The broker's laughter stopped, but there was still a smile on his lips, if the fat face could still make a normal expression.

"No, of course it's something to be happy about. Receiving recognition from the outside is an encouragement to anyone, even something like me. You see, isn't this little guy at our feet just running here sullen because of being denied? Although we always don't admit it, the world has affected us too much, ah, I'm sorry I forgot, you're not from this world. Then I would like to take the liberty of asking," said this, and the monster's expression quickly turned hideous, "how long are you outsiders going to stay here!"

The wet soul was unmoved, but his goat-like head began to melt in the rain, and soon its flesh was black and black.

The horrible anger on the broker's face quickly vanished, "Oh, I'm sorry, I lost my temper. You see, I actually said the question in an exclamatory tone, which is really a low-level mistake. ”

"I can't answer your question because I don't know what other people think. What I can tell you is that I get what I want and leave this world. The sound coming from the goat's skull was undoubtedly the same as before, and it seemed that his voice was not made through the flesh.

"Well, though that's the same answer you gave me. But I'll just tell you the truth, after all, how dare a weak middleman like me question such a great existence as you?" said the broker, his tone full of sarcasm, "I only hope that you and your companions will not ruin this world, I am not like you, if this place disappears, then I will have nowhere to go." ”

"Lie, we all know very well what you are doing on Western soil. You're stealing her power. The black sheep's head lowered slightly, and the rain grew heavier and heavier, and even the huge canopy began to tremble with the impact.

The monster's mouth opened and let out a silent maniac, and he sat upright on his throne, "I see, I will say how you deigned to appear before me. I wonder how you found out about all of this. How about making a deal, tell me the method, and I'll give her to you. As he spoke, the broker pulled the woman on his lap into his arms, "What you need, a body that can carry your actions in this world." Especially, that person is dying, and right now, there will be no one to restrain you. ”

The wet soul didn't answer, just stood silently in place.

"Why? I don't like women? It's a pity, goddess of the rain, what a beautiful name. Well, I have other bodies too, and I can satisfy whatever you want..."

"Click!" the canopy, shattering in the rain, and the rain slammed down on the broker's body to stop his words.

"You, just do it, fate. After saying that, the wet soul collapsed into a transparent stream of water, seeping into the ground with the last drop of rain, and disappeared without a trace.

The monster wiped a handful of rain from his face, and he tilted his head, "Hey, did you guess that?

The voice disappeared with the throne, as abrupt as it had appeared, leaving only the flat and unspoken land not far in front of Cheese.