Kingdom ? Lv. 167 Hard Throk’s Slum (3)
The name of the Northern Hospital District does not mean that there are still intact hospitals.
This means that there was once a hospital, and some of the facilities still exist.
However, in this street that has been slumped for a long time, the existence of some facilities that remain undestroyed is also of great value.
Only the exiles receive the grace of the healing potion.
Most of the non-exiles of the slums had to resort to quack doctors.
In any case, the [Angel’s Tears] guild took over the entire hospital area.
He also took ownership of the streets where all kinds of medical business were conducted.
Of course, it was necessary to stop by at least once, so Remy headed there.
The members of the exile gang, who know that their owner has changed, greet them politely.
They seem to treat you like that, but they won’t listen to your orders.
A new guild called [Angel’s Tears] seemed to unify this area by force in an instant.
But not everything in the world can be so simple.
In reality, it was a situation where they were only gathered under one flag, really gathered together.
Other than that, nothing has changed.
It has nothing to do with taking a seat or taking a business profit.
If he actually tried to take advantage of this right, there would have been a backlash no matter how scary the Angel was, so it doesn’t end neatly.
The people on the medical street that welcomed the new owner were looking at the wizard walking down the street anxiously and his colleagues on the left and right.
They must have been acquainted with the existing organization in some way, so they would know what had happened.
The reason I have to patrol here is to check the public sentiment.
“Even here, the gaze on the wizard is not very good.”
“According to research, it appears that the last war with the wizarding country [Arcane] was less than 10 years ago.”
“It’s a direct grudge. It’s good, though.”
The angel acts like a straight secretary. First of all, to put the nominal boss Remy.
The same goes for the youngest. He played the silent giant.
But this time, he didn’t even make an impression. He had a smile on his face, and his gigantic size made him stand out from the crowd.
Although it is called a medical street, it was not the kind of doctors you would imagine in the modern world.
Rather, it’s an unsanitary street where even needles are heated and disinfected before reuse, befitting a slum.
Still, it would be better to receive treatment in a place like this than to just die.
As we walked along the road, we hung our own signboards at numerous abandoned houses.
There is no department such as otolaryngology, but I wrote down the parts that I could see in my own way.
It was a text I hadn’t seen in a long time.
Inevitably, English speakers will be the largest. It stands out that it was written in short English so that only people could understand it.
The Tower of Babel, which is said to exist somewhere in the labyrinth, gave freedom to language, but not to writing.
Only the groans and mourning of the sick can be heard everywhere.
The more I walked, the stronger the spirit of death grew.
Exiles suffer like this because they don’t have a healing potion, which is nothing.
That’s why just being an exile on this street can give you strength in your neck.
They can at least carry the spring water with them.
Most of the residents of this place were not able to enter the inside of the fence where the fountain is, or the inner city of Hard Throk, as NPCs as anchovy.
After walking, we came to a large building that was originally a general hospital.
It was the center of the district and what could be called the city.
It seems that electricity is coming in by saving it with magical power, but compared to the clutter around it, it has lights and is far more distant.
An old man with white hair was waiting in the director’s room inside.
The old man with his worn-out glasses was an exile at first glance.
The bizarre costumes and structures embodied in the stylistics of all ages were standard in the Exile’s Kingdom.
The opponent has a plausible white gown and stethoscope reminiscent of a modern doctor, so it is clearly distinguished from the bizarre style.
the scent outside.
“What do you have to do with this old man?”
After the investigation is over.
Even in these places, there are exiles who could not cast off their last conscience or the Hippocratic oath that they took as doctors.
Such is the case with this old man.
Remy quietly recited what she knew.
“The representative of the hospital street, commonly known as the director. He went back and forth between springs and slums hundreds of times a day to heal the wounded, but he went out of sight of the organizations and was banned from entering the city. are looking for.”
“It’s the way you read the report in front of yourself. I don’t do business with my life, so there won’t be any taxes on me.”
He’s an old man with guts. There is nothing to gain by killing, but there are many things to lose. I heard that this old man himself was not too weak, as he was an old exile.
First of all, this yangban is also a warrior. You’re a yangban who put all the points he had that are useful for surgery into his strength and agility.
Remy smiled at the manager’s reaction and looked around.
The building remains relatively intact, but it is as old as it gets.
Traces of repairs are visible everywhere. The skeleton itself may have been several hundred years old.
The youngest quietly extended a finger. Remy gently placed her hand on her thumb.
Goddess says
“Before I became a god, this was a hospital for those who were not exiles. The building at that time may have collapsed and disappeared, but the location remains the same.”
‘Considering the strategy we will take, it is very good to use it as a temple.’
“right.”
The youngest, who had heard all of that, was still smiling.
* * *
During that time, I took a lot of rest. However, most of them were minimal breaks in situations where non-combat losses were considered to be a serious concern.
There was nothing special to do, but there was nothing to procrastinate and roll around.
For me personally, this has happened twice in the last few decades, let alone this episode.
It’s time to meet the gamer NPC.
When the fact that you had been turning away from was pushed into your eyes.
I collapsed after confirming that the world I lived in was completely different from them.
In fact, he may have been looking for an excuse to collapse.
Most of my past days were days of obsession and the accompanying madness. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tired. People get tired of living like that.
Not long ago, in front of the Temple of Time, I thought about changing what was holding me back.
The flirting after that was unfamiliar, but it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined.
The habit of checking the timer from time to time did not go anywhere. However, the impatience I felt in the reduced time was greatly reduced.
Clear still hopes.
However, it is not to confirm who I am or to be stubborn as a gamer.
Hee-woo… … .
Because you need a clue to be free.
What is the liberation of the labyrinth?
It was never implemented in-game.
Because the game ends at that moment.
Roguelite’s unique ending does not allow even a single epilogue line.
It is highly probable that it was not even in the mind of the planner.
Meanwhile, I have to explore it now.
“If the flow of magic power is not constant, the vibration that occurs is used in reverse…”
The muttering little boy is cute.
To be honest, it was originally only a shell impression.
I was always busy and created emotions as needed.
When a week of doing nothing came, even that feeling changed dramatically.
Heewoo was right.
I was living in an achromatic world.
And he had been like that for so long that he had forgotten what color the world was.
Now I feel like I’m able to truly embrace someone’s feelings, not just a squeezing out mechanical feeling.
Does it feel like a dry well has been filled again?
The kid is really cute.
Even just staring blankly at it makes me feel better.
The little boy is tying my little head with both hands and says:
“If you give vibrations to the flow of magic, the power increases. But I don’t think there’s a way to properly control this.”
“You don’t have to think that way. It’s the worst thing to do in magic. Magic is mental and depends on the will of the caster.”
“Well, when it comes to implementing magic, he is omnipotent! Can we think like this?”
“It’s meaningless if you don’t believe it is true. It would be better to image it. It would be good to imagine the Great Godhead. Did you think it was great yesterday while studying the Godhead? It felt like I became the Great One.”
“Aha. I’ll try.”
Magic study is also smooth.
No, it can’t be smooth. It was only now that I had some spare time I could properly see the size of the little boy’s talent.
He is very good at performing magic poetry that sees magic.
It is so sensitive to the flow of magic that it does not even need to be taught.
It was precision as if he was always looking at magic.
I was happy because the random NPCs of the same age and the little boy I’ve experienced so far were not like this.
This may also be Hee-woo’s blessing.
When it comes to drawing, it bounces up and down, and there is some kind of force at work that never creates a middle ground.
Instead, the little boy who had been muttering to himself suddenly raised his head and spoke softly.
“Is your mother related to the god of fortune?”
“You can infer that from my explanation. Very clever.”
Rub your hair vigorously and mess it up.
“I don’t know either. Few people can be confident that they know the substitutes well? Especially luck.”
In the end, the substitutes are the beings that deal with the fundamentals of the labyrinth.
The abyss from which countless stage fragments fall, the time to return the exile to its original state in each episode, and luck, one of the most important elements of roguelike.
Of all the dogs, luck is the most difficult.
It may be because it is closest to the essence. It’s really a substitute for no clue. Even its existence is discovered after being entwined with other genitive cases.
But conversely, that’s why the empty seat is lucky.
The planner made it blank on purpose. If such a god of fortune had a place to do something… … .
‘Cause it’s probably something I don’t know
This is also a secret to be unraveled.
It started to burn in other ways.
There is still something we do not know.
It is the motivation for Hee-woo that I first felt on the second floor, and it is the motivation that has become so important now.
And the person who is worried about it sits still with his eyes closed as if meditating next to him.
That too is a kind of training.
Hee-woo was also familiar with it, thanks to the fact that the Jeong family had come up with a martial arts style setting to some extent.
The difference from the outside is that, unlike the movement of muscles under the name of Ki, in the labyrinth there is a clear target of magic and divine power.
Of course, angels are a race that filters magical energy with divine power as their bodies.
However, it is sometimes necessary to leave it as magic without converting it too much.
There are also opponents that are immune to the divine, so it’s no big deal if you don’t want to be countered by it.
The pure white flame spreads widely and then decreases and repeats.
Physically, it was so easy to learn that it took more time to teach skills that were not there at all.
In the midst of this, I activated [Time Stop] at a glance.
Time in the world stops for a moment.
The color of the world fades a little. colorless space.
According to my standards, after about 10 seconds, the little boy who had been stiffened while kneading the magical power he had gathered in his hands reacted.
The silver hair, which had turned dull gray, shines again.
His bright red eyes lit up with joy.
“Isn’t it a little faster this time?”
“Yeah, are you really good at it?”
[Time Stop] is an absolute power, but it is a power that can be used by various characters unexpectedly.
It also requires training to detect this and intervene in between.
And after a while, as time was about to start flowing again, Hee-woo entered my time.
The golden brilliance is invisible. Regardless of the power of the time god, he recognized it by his own power.
“Well done.”
“I don’t think I did well…”
He frowned as he watched the time start to pass.
“Hey, why is this so difficult?”
“It’s normal to be difficult. It’s even more difficult for non-magicians. Still, you’re doing really well.”
“Right!”
When the little boy who was learning faster than anyone else said something like that, Hee-woo became even more gloomy.
The little boy is restless when he realizes that my cheering has backfired.
Seeing this, Hee-woo changed his expression and smiled with a smile, and he put on the gloves the little boy had made as a gift.
I cringe when I see it as it is.
“Uguk. Uggeuk. It hurts.”
“It’s soft. It’s cute.”
Divinity isn’t burning the undead, but it might look like an angel playing with a vampire.
After letting him play around in moderation, he tells the little boy.
“Then, shall we go learn how to use a sword?”
“Ugh…”
As a mage, close combat should not be completely neglected.
Sometimes, a sword hidden in his arms is faster and stronger than a magic chant.
There is a need to pretend to be a warrior in this country.
Because you can’t use a kid as a bait like Remy.
“I hate knives.”
“It’s not easy to like something you’re not good at. That’s all there is to it. But should I keep trying?”
The little boy pursed his lips and nodded.
Pick up a dagger that fits your small body. It’s just a one-handed sword in proportion to her physique.
“Once you get used to it, I’ll teach you how to strengthen the sword by giving it attributes. It’s a magic swordsman skill.”
“Is it magic? You learn it because it has practicality?”
“It’s older than I thought. It’s not that I don’t use it because of power, it’s because I don’t use it because of prejudice and weapon proficiency.”
There is also the problem of mastery correction, but the little boy is not an exile, so there is nothing that can be called a mastery.
Still, he is smiling while biting the carrot he threw in. Thinking about the magic to learn later, he seems to have forgotten his complaints about swordsmanship.
It’s always like this when talking about magic.
“I can teach you how to use a sword well!”
I see Hee-woo intervening like crazy.
“I can’t learn that…”
“Isn’t it for the general public?”
“Hey…”
I’m the weird one who can follow. What Hee-woo uses is a strange dagger technique, starting with how to handle the joints.
At the end of the day’s work, an owl arrived.
It was a letter in English.
It was sent by my dear Mr. Meyer, saying that the preparations for camouflage are complete and that Hardthrock’s [Lift] license has been issued.
At the end, there was even a cautious addition to whether we would ever see each other again.
Although it is not an official alliance with them, it is necessary to form a relationship similar to that.
Last time I was threatening you, so this time with better words.