Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

From Pespectiva, Largo seems to be absorbing more and more of what he explains.

The story keeps going, with a good rinse or something.

And for the most part, it seemed that the whole body was finished talking about its structure.

"The diagnosis should look at each of its organs and whether there are any abnormalities in parts such as blood vessels.

"Yes, you have great intelligence. For the first time in Mizu's life, with the exception of one, he has never understood so quickly. But this is where the mystery of life comes from and where there is still a lot to figure out.

(─ I'm quick to understand because I have existing knowledge, so I don't think I'm intelligent...)

Exactly as Pespectiva put it, from there it belonged to a world that Largo did not know.

His explanation began with the fact that the human mind is always driven by the motions it performs or even by the organs it unconsciously moves, all by spells written there. Exactly that was similar to the program Largo put together for the automaton.

Furthermore, they say that what is adding or improving that script is the magic that few but humans have.

And it turns out to you that the driving force, which builds magic in the first place or sequentially moves programs written in your mind, is alive and supportive.

"How does that diagnose?

You have to be cautious about a world you don't know.

"It's the same as in the case of organs. Instead, it is easier to understand than an organ that the spell of the mind has not disappeared or been rewritten compared to a healthy person, or if you see residual amounts of magic and vitality, you know what is decreasing and unwell compared to a healthy person.

"Maybe you can't see that with Ten Mile Eyes?

"Yes, I'm ashamed to say, I don't see the content of memories or spells in people's minds. That is the realm of a thousand eyes. I can tell by the clairvoyance of the state of the organ it comes around that it is less magical or lively, but I can't even see the actual amount of residue.

What Largo should see has been decided. Alessandro's magic, seeing first-hand the remnants of his anger, and the contents of his mind's spell.

(─ Eh!

I didn't. In numerical terms, the magic is 0, the anger is 0, and on top of that, the spell of the mind is more tragic than when I tried to start it on Automaton.

Nothing is written.

I thought this kept me in a state of provisional death because I was here on the dragon vein.

Weren't the priests also aware of that coping therapy alone? However, there must have been no batter to undo this state.

Looking further, the memories that should be in the memory area are also as blank. This state of not even remembering my name, or even a heart-moving spell on the contrary, is only a state in which I have not yet incorporated any software into the automaton I have just made, into a doll or robot that can act as a human being.

"Mr. Pespectiva -," Largo concludes by telling Pespectiva and the Holy Spirit the facts without covering them up. "Perhaps if magic and vitality were restored, even if the heart moved out, it would never return to memory - and it would be the same as dead.

The pespectiva were silent and nothing more to say to Largo. Alessandro has no way of telling the truth.

Now Largo, too, remained silent, walking back to the underground pit, where Pespectiva gave an explanation for the likeness of the head of the Holy Spirit.

Largo had a very narrow shoulder, but the head of the Holy Spirit came close with Pespectiva to talk to him.

"Lord Largo, with the credentials it deserves, I ask you, the first time I have visited this pit, to do much that is impossible, and to represent the life that lives in this pit, that it was a brutal end, but that you have elucidated everything, and this chief Gordo sincerely appreciates it. And on top of that, I'd like to ask you. We, the King of the Human Species, who reigns over the Holy Springs, and the Holy Spirit, deposited in the grace of this pit by covenant, wish to give the name of our Officers to His Holiness, surrounded by immeasurable power and wisdom, for help on the resurrection of Alessandro.

(-No, I'm sure Chiriko, a great nature, is a surprise to me, but I'm not that big of a guy.

"It doesn't matter if it's wisdom or advice, the king's life is said to be no matter what the soul, as long as Alessandro's life is helped. Or even if you disobey the faith and contradict it, I want you to somehow hear the royal desire to save my son. You're right, you're right.

When the head of the Holy Spirit, Chief Gordo, falls on his knees, all the Holy Spirits in the pit similarly fall on themselves, procrastinating and also poking Pespectiva at his knees to worship him most.

"Hey, wait a minute. Put your face up to that. I just happened to get lost here and helped out a little bit. Because my eyes happen to have the ability to be useful, so polite... On the contrary, I'm the one who helped you by telling me that.

I can't hold him up physically, but when I said that to the face of Chief Gordo, lying down, slyly, Chief Gordo raised his face to me.

"There are things in the Holy Spirit that are good at the ability to apply the wisdom of creatures, unlike the Ten Mile Eyes. There are other things that govern the adjustment of the pulse, such as the role of minerals, especially metals, the role of stones, the role of different plants," one Holy Spirit walks beside him as Chief Gord continues to speak. "This is what the Holy Spirit, Ongordo, has been accumulating for years the wisdom of creatures and one of their scales.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Largo, for I am Ongord, for the wisdom of man, and to bring it to life." It looks no different than the chief gords, but it's the voice of a woman. "The Holy Spirit who lives here has lived tens of thousands of years in long things. I have lived more than 10,000 years, but as many times as you have, I have met those who have been born with unreasonable knowledge of this world and have had their wisdom divided. I can see the brilliance of those with that wisdom. You will also have a fait accompli that you do not remember.

"Yes. ─ Sure, there is. I thought it was strange.

Largo was surprised. All I've ever had for some reason is an established knowledge that I thought I was receiving the blood of a demon tribe, but that seems to be the one from a previous life.

Although, of course, some may be the knowledge of previous life and the rest may be the wisdom of the devil tribe.

"Hmm, I understand that there is such a thing, and yet I still can't remember the source of that knowledge, when I'm quite born, there seems to be something missing. It could be some kind of curse.

(─ uh, the effect when that collar?

If I were to suck it off, that seems the only way.

"I don't know what caused it, but the owner of my encounter and wisdom gave us a variety of wisdom. For example, the knowledge of human organs that Pespectiva told you about a long time ago was the wisdom of those who met me and named me Gekai's eggs with the same wisdom as you.

You're a surgeon.

After all, I am convinced that most of Largo's ready-made knowledge comes from previous lives, as Ongord put it.

"You see a different reason in another world, in another world made by a different God, in this world, a peculiar person who lives his life as a free person and brings his wisdom into this world. Some of them are born as unintelligent beasts in the first place, but they lose their wisdom and intelligence with time. He who became a monster living in the meadows, originally named Joshicose, etc., already lacked intelligence when he met him, and when it came to his peculiar wisdom, it was to the extent of a special phrase called Galgo.

(-No, that didn't lack intelligence, maybe... no, that's rude.

"And what is common to all of them is that they came here with something called Goetia as an entrance, from a country called Nippon into this world, or were born or lost. Don't you remember that word?

"Please, no... I'm sorry, it does sound familiar. I feel something caught..."

"After all, the very connection there seems to be missing. Then what preceded it would also be fragmentary. I wish I could see what you were like and inspire you to improve things now," Ongord turned to the chief goad and shook his head. "Sounds like it didn't do much good.

"I'm sorry, but, as Ongord said, I'm sure there are many things in my knowledge that are like ready-made knowledge in my previous life that say so. So if you can remember anything and help Mr. Alessandro resuscitate, let me help you. I don't know Mr. Alessandro, but my sister, Mr. Millin, needs you to take care of her.

"Well, that's comforting. As the last hope of Alessandro's resurrection, we entrust everything to you.

Chief Gordo opens his mouth again and lightly mouths what is responsible.

"No, I'll do whatever I can, but even if I'm entrusted with everything, I don't feel like I must have been a doctor in my last life."

Though I said, I wonder what I was actually, Largo thinks.

(─ not common sense, speaking of my peculiar knowledge,,, yes, script!

I put it together in an automaton, that knowledge is maybe not about general upbringing, but about my previous life's profession or something.

"Mr. Ongord, could anyone with a previous life write a script for witchcraft? It's the one with dozens of rows.

"Hey, to the best of my knowledge, wasn't there someone who understood? Magic, magic, and clogging are the same thing, but even if you can't write an advanced script like that, just because you can read and understand a script that already exists, it will be known as a great wizard, no magic descriptor. Except for the fact that we didn't realize it ourselves, it went into ears like Pespectiva, and we'd be listening to it. If that script..."

Largo asked and answered unexpectedly.

"Yes, Slushly,"

"Can you understand?!

It was Pespectiva who exclaimed.

"Shh, excuse me.

"You must have probably been the great wizard of magic in your previous life. Please, let me call you a teacher.

I take it personally to call you, but I don't feel like I can do something 'apparent'. A thankless pespectiva calls for an on-goad, objectified voice.

"I don't apologize, that's what the wisdom of a peculiar man of Goetian origin is. Pespectiva, don't wander off.

You saved my life? But Largo thinks.

(─ No. I can no longer say I can write a slur.

"Moreover, most of the scripts, though profound, are therefore concealed by the author and are almost impossible to decipher and decrypt.

(- Oh, that. - The decoding is also made with a thousand eyes. Sorry.)

The word cheat comes to mind. Not that I can see a very clear definition, but I suppose I said cheating, such as super setting that is not prescribed in the game or enhancing it with hidden commands.

"I envy pespectiva, but in the end, even with the ability to read scripts, it means it's only a treasure rot.

"It's true that Ongord is right. When you have to make duplicates of complex magic tools beyond the sixth floor, copy all scripts using artifacts to the tools that Dwarf has made you. At that time, the script cannot be seen in the artifact that has been temporarily transitioned, nor in the tools that have been further copied. The ability to read scripts would be useless to wizards who cannot use such depths either.

Apparently, about the ability to decipher scripts, it is a cloud that is likely to be somewhat obnoxious.

But Pespectiva's eyes of reverence pierce across Largo's boundaries, and the declaration of apprenticeship is unlikely to be withdrawn.

"Why can't the wizards use that artifact?

Largo asks new questions out of interest because he wants to change the story.

"The artifact is an ancient magic relic called the Pastebow, because it is a very inefficient tool that can be used for the first time by many of us as a catalyst and pouring in massive amounts of dragon pulse power.

"Oh, Lord Officer would be able to move it. It has a pulse in it.

Yeah, well, then there will be voices around, or the fruit of it, I don't feel much praise, because the opportunity to use that artifact, even with their sense of the Holy Spirit's time, is rare, rare.

Besides, what I have, even if I say pulse, is the power of the demonic pulse, so I don't know if the artifact moves until I try.

"Well, then, what do the Holy Spirits know about Mr. Dwarves?

"Ho ho! If you say you know him, you don't know him.

The ongordo suddenly gave a silly tone of mouth.

"They are subordinate to us, the inferior species that have parted from our Holy Spirit, and without the minerals and metals that we have given them, we cannot make things. If they can't make it, they won't get booze. That is why we are absolutely obedient.

I see, and Largo nods. Even the ready-made knowledge of Largo knows that having underground resources is quite an advantage as a country.

As usual, words such as mysterious words, 'oildaler' and 'rare metal' disappeared in fragments.

"Oh, uh, so, as for Mr. Alessandro for your homework, can I have another one?

Pespectiva, Ongordo and even listen to Largo's questions as Chief Gordo embarks on them.

"In the human mind, too, it says script, right?

"" "Eh!

It took a lot of time to clean up what surprised the three of them.

What Largo wanted to hear was how to write a new script into his mind, but in order to do that, he had to understand this premise.

In fact, the fact that in this world a spell written in the mind handles the part of a person's, or creature's, mind that he thought was controlled by autonomy, as Largo's perception, is a common sense of what knows the height of advanced medical care, which is also only a handful in this world, but only hidden by some.

The Holy Spirits, as a basic knowledge for healing people, were taught by a teacher named Pespectiva, who was close to them, to the extent that he knew them as he rose.

However, over the years, this seemed to be a hypothetical thing of the results studied, and all three agreed that those who actually saw it had "never met".

The Holy Spirits have never heard of anything other than pespectiva, such as stories about the depths that support life, and even to the point of ongordo, they begin to brag that they have preached the truth and made him listen to a peculiar man who calls himself Gekai, who speaks the Jiritsushinkai theory. I'd like to see what face the surgeon was listening to that story.

So the story of a spell written in my heart being the same as the common script used in magic became a great controversy with the Holy Spirit of the Pit.

As a result of more than an hour of controversy - if, indeed, a spell is written in a script even in the human mind, chanting the script that directs the mystery of life has reached the hypothesis that the script is engraved in one's mind, that is, that it can also modify physical or mental malaise, etc.

(─ Chant it yourself, or it's very different from an automaton that can be written from the outside.

I got homework, greeted the Holy Spirits in the pit where there were so many new discoveries, and a cute Holy Spirit flew into Largo trying to return to the Holy Springs on earth that he seemed to ride in a man's palm. He is a Holy Spirit who feels like a bodycon fairy, like a woman in a swimsuit had her feathers removed.

"Lord Largo, the Holy Spirit, who is good at manipulating dragon veins, is a classgoad. By the work of the day, meaning at least a thank you and the funds from now on to gather information, we made Krasgord prepare a pulse bank to allow you the freedom of money to be thrown into the fountain of the temple outside. We don't need money, but sometimes we use it when we don't have the metal we need. I would appreciate it if you would reduce it because it is in my way. A simple one with a pulse branch in the box where you're saving money, but if it's you, it'll help.

"Nice to meet you, Largo, I'm a classgoad. Largo, can I have one of your... oh, this beautiful urchin?

Compared to other Holy Spirits, this fairy with a low laying is extremely naughty and reluctant, as opposed to a low laying.

The chief Gordo, who introduced me to the usual, makes it easy.

"Yes." Largo's body must be unbound when he tries to take the urchin, as the bond is constantly stretched. Largo stretches out his hidden nails and, when temporarily unbound, hands off a piece of nearby urchin. "Go ahead."

"Well, beautiful urchin. Then when you can't see me, put your breath down and look for this urchin. If it's Lago's thousand eyes, I think I can see it right away. Then would you say 'yes'?

With that said, Krasgordo disappears to extinction. Maybe it's the one I just did, a pulse-based metastasis.

As they say, Largo takes a breath and searches for his own urchin. Even so, I want to see it! I just think strongly.

(─ Found)

I saw a door more like the entrance to the warehouse than a box, and before that there was a classgoad with his own urchin staked out. Sounds like he heard a voice saying 'yes', and soon a classgoad will come out of his sight. Tell him your candle, he sounded like he heard you.

"This is the safe deposit box for money. Here..." Open the door. There were certainly different kinds of money there, such as gold, silver, copper coins, just like that. "I have quite a lot of money, so feel free to spend it. Oh, while I'm looking at this right now, can you reach out and try to take it? That's okay.

As I was told, when I try to stretch my forelegs and grab some money, I feel tactile. I feel like I'm taking something out of my four-dimensional pocket.

Are the forelegs I put out disappearing then? I think so, but it doesn't seem so. As a visual, the change suddenly appeared in the hand I grabbed, and I thought I was looking at the trick.

I mean, just as I moved here or in front of the temple, does "connected place in the dragon vein" mean I'm connected?

But Largo thinks and speaks.

"You can't get paid like this because you haven't done anything for it yet, no matter how much.

And Chief Gordo is responding.

"No, it's a thing we have little use for without interacting with people, and our officers have the right to use it. If there is any chance that it will lead to the resurrection of Alessandro, no matter how many times it is prepared, it will hardly reward its righteousness.

Sure, myself, but it's only useful in the human world, so it would be a disturbing metal even here. It may be rude to hold on any longer here.

"Okay. I'm also a raised lizard, so I don't know if I'll have a chance to use it, but I'll keep it. Because the payback you let me use instead is something.

"I appreciate that, but this belongs to you, who are no longer officers. I don't want you to think about paying me back, and I want you to use it as much as you like.

"And one thing, okay...?

Largo mounted a promise to have the 'pastebowl' in his piggy bank that it was intriguing and excessive.

When I put it in my mouth, the Holy Spirits seem to have much-uked, and come with one Holy Spirit as Ongord holds his belly. It was called Coppegordo, a Holy Spirit who seemed very unhectic, but he brought a specific eighth level sorcery tool to teach him how to make a specific full copy or a partial copy specifying a range. A different spell was added to the pastebowl, but when the same spell was overwritten, the one that came in later would be rewritten, and caution was also taken not to cut off the absolute magic supply during copy execution. When magic is interrupted along the way, in some cases, it can cause disturbances to the memory of the entire system, he said. On his own, too, Largo had something to match his memory of his previous life.

Thus, Largo returned to the Sacred Springs wondering whether it was okay to say, "The lizard that dived into the Sparrow Inn has finally gotten a large cage (cont 'd) with gold and silver treasures."

But Largo was more excited about the power of nature in his eyes and his own secrets of having memories of his previous life, suddenly revealed in this visit to the pit than he was in the cage.