Tower of Karma - Chapter 370

Alfred had a short break. Looking objectively, I’m already tired. Still the spirit was rising and rising, as if he had got timid. Self-control does not work. I’m doing my best now because I’m holding it down.

So I noticed. I can see that my sensibility is getting more and more sharp without taking a rest. So I did not miss it. A hint, a faint clue-

“Sounds of horseshoes? Multiple, approaching the forest?”

Alfred smiled distorted. I loved you. No matter how much it was lost, even if the three younger brothers were born and stamped with no use, they remembered the days in the north and endured. Father and mother, and myself. A calm and warm family that was completed by only three people. Oh, it would be fine if you could put it too. You can be happy just by remembering. Alfred’s treasure.

At last there was a big crack.

I targeted myself to an assassin. I killed Mira. Thinking objectively, why does it float in front of the firm evidence that it was moving? And the last one is-

“Hello, Father, do you hate me so much? I just got kicked out, was it enough?”

It was more than enough to break the treasure.

The smile disappears from Alfred’s face. What remained was a cold atmosphere and a noh mochi like bowl.

“… do you die?”

live. If you want your father to die, you can live in reverse.

Alfred thought it would be the greatest revenge.

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The tower just started construction. It is supposed to be the largest building in the world, even at present, at an elevation where you can see Arkas. Two shadows run through it, which has taken to the height to make it even higher. People were fighting, fists were colliding, and the sound seemed to be colliding with the iron mass.

“… Black star”

“White dragon!”

Stones piled up at the work site. Every time you step on it, the stone breaks. It is a destructive force that does not seem to be human leg power, but for them it is just a foundation, and it is only a preparatory movement to launch a fist and a kick.

The swaying of the candle and the swaying behavior of the candle.

It looks like a pile of steel and steel.

It is a land that can be broken. The shoot is a strong fist that kills each other and kills each other.

“Jugo together with Tenka Muso. Falling to the ground, White dragon sun”

“It’s a useless fight. What is the meaning of our fight that is neither strong nor non-bright, nor is it anyone? What is it worth?”

As you meet, the white dragon’s motivation decreases. I became weak. A partner who is about the same level as you who was much weaker than when you did not arrive. It is far from the strongest. Dreams of dreams such as Tenka Muso. There is no point in this fight.

The tonight’s tea ceremony has already come to an end. After that, just look at it from a distance, how long the child released from the protection of the king will fly. I just listen to the stories I miss.

“Don’t you say what I can say right now … but where did you go into the desert with the aim of becoming a world warrior?”

“… do you say that?”

“I say that”

It may be the wrong one. However, the black star ran with a certain degree of preparedness. That’s why. It can be said many times.

“… It was a desperate hope, such as Tenka Muso. Have you ever heard of the name of the teacher who went to the west before” the entrance “? “What can you do if you are inferior to it?”

It did not reach. Even at the most fulfilling and strongest of those days, he gave in to the best of his skill and succumbed to violence. His heart broke when he was deceived by a black steel beast. I could endure if I gave in to the technique. However, it is the name of a fistist who gives in to just power

Tenka Muso was far away. There is a trade-off with that.

It is not for me to be stunned.

“Whether it’s inferior, it’s still okay!”

I will hold a black star. It’s soft, yet it’s ready to go.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s a good thing anyway.

Hakuryu was looking at the lower part of Arkas without looking at it. Irritability and surprise different from before. What does his eye show? First-class assassin, night is beyond the rule.

“What happened?”

“Ah?”

And the black star also saw the same direction. If he is also a leading assassin-

“… hey, you’re serious.”

There was a scene that did not appear in the script.

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Ernesta can not even imagine what Claudia did. It is meaningless to insist on her malice. If you read the idea of ​​a madman, you will go mad again. If you go crazy, you will not stand on the same horizon as her. Ernesta does not aim in that direction.

So I do not know.

Still I understand.

“For example, but … if your Majesty fails to have his Highness Alfred-”

“While that assumption is wrong. First, it is the reverse. Assuming that Alfred is the vessel of the king, I will expel it from the country in order to bring out its genius. ”

She sees everything.

“But if you do that, will your Majesty see you, your hand?”

You can see it so much fun.

“Development of the lower water channel … I dare to drop this project behind. I have heard in the ear of the frog, but is it a low priority so parallel to the construction of a tower that is only a connection?”

“Are you just going back and forth?”

“There is nothing to say that the man’s priority is vague. He trusts the man from the bottom of his heart. He will make no mistake. If so, then the order must be so. It was necessary to leave it on the fallen road that it was.

She is surely trying to surpass “the man” in another way. As the greatest enemy in the royal palace, reign as the strongest enemy in this peace, pour all of the king. The expression of distorted love, the love expression of a witch is too distorted-

(Too, pure)

Ernesta continues to ask questions while distorting her face.

“So, I noticed there,”

“Amitah. That’s logic. It’s just a logic arm.”

“When do you think of your Majesty —”

Claudia smiles. Be more evil than anyone, bewitching more than anyone, pure than anyone

“From the beginning, that man brought him and showed him that, from that moment on, that guy’s special treat is my enemy, and he doesn’t care about that special view.”-

Claudia got a smile.

“Turn it over at the most important place. What’s special about this is only the pot.”

Definitely love. That’s why it’s difficult. Because I love the king, I violate the meaning of the king. At the best time, she broke everything.

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Alfred was hiding on the tree. The forest on the outskirts of Arcas is already surrounded by the outer edge, and there is no hole that can be escaped without being visible by human feet. Several horses go into the forest and are searching for something-

(The target is me, but they are jealousy, I wonder what)

Alfred saw it when it was invited. I grab their horses and hunt where they run away, guessing that it is the aim. There is no doubt that it is easy. Including those who surround it, I feel a little better at saying a wolf.

(It is the first thing not to miss. But, even if I can not catch it until morning, I wonder what it is.)

He is also a hunter, a prisoner. The search enemy is also accurate, and the route that it has passed from the lower water channel to the water area has already been captured. I have a good night view and a good nose. It also has a small noise, a hearing that does not miss even the footsteps of the beast. It would be an ideal hunter. Besides, you can see that Take is quite usable.

(A black eagle. That’s right. Standing … a heavy trooper in Ostberg. It’s the same one that Palomides showed me before. So it’s surely the same thing to surround, there’s no country to belong to, and the Lord should be usable. Lost Knights in a Lost Country, like a ghost, a disgusting atmosphere)

Alfred sees them in the same position and thinks from now on that oneself will become ah. Losing the country, being rejected by the beloved father, I am the same in that I am now floating from the world, being out of place.

(It’s not strong, but you can’t win. No, maybe you can win.)

Alfred sees the workmanship of the enemy without being fooled by the haunting atmosphere. It’s not a good match at all, but probably each one will not be too at a loss.

That’s why you get lost in your judgment.

(You can win the siege if you take the horse.)

Although it is not a vast forest, it is known that it is surrounded. There was a lot of time in Ikkiichiki, and it did not seem impossible to break it there.

(The aim of that is there, though I know that)

The risk of hiding and the risk of breaking through in the same attitude. If you put the two on the scale, you will feel the badness of those who can hide by all means. I can not run away when I see their gloomy, sunken eyes and bloody eyes.

(Now, I can not say it’s safe. This situation is a mass of risk. Is the odor of clothes disappearing in the first place. If it does not disappear, the risk may be higher after all.)

They made no effort at night and easily found their mark. It was determined that they could not be erased, and they were left alone, but there was a place that should not be overlooked until the discovery and the movement from there. I think the clothes are washed well and the smell is relieved-

(Because I can not judge only body odor by myself)

Seeing the movement of their searchers even without smell, finding seems like a matter of time. The more you think, the bigger the options for fighting.

It was not possible for young Alfred to think until it was his height and his mental state was swaying judgment. He did not have enough experience of hardship because he did everything deftly. I didn’t have enough experience in the area. therefore–

(……let’s do it)

This judgment is correct or not correct, it is not possible to judge it, but it is impossible.

As they approached, Alfred chose the option to fight, with the condition that he entered his territory.

Quiet time. It did not take long for the cavalry, who would be looking for himself in a peeping spot, to enter the territory. After all it is difficult to escape. So tell yourself-Alfred jumps quietly.

The aim is a horse, the drop is a heavy knight.

“…?!”

The knight notices. But that has no impact on surprises.

“Sh!”

Kicking with full of jumping and falling momentum. Although it is a knight with heavy equipment, it is imperative to break the stance. Alfred has already interwoven the trouble from there. Crush your body with your first hand, and take away the other’s specialties with your second hand. Make your arm with a beard, resist if you remove your shoulder, etc.-

“Well!”

“Ga!”

This reaction was unexpected for Alfred. She was planning to take off her shoulder and cause pain and drop her horse, but I did not think that she would come back with a backlash without showing her pain and pain. And with the hand of the person who removed it.

“Fuck!”

It receives the counterattack arm and throws in a compact movement using the attacking force of the opponent. At that time, the spilled straw was recovered by Alfred. It was a good move, but it was not an action that I thought, but a move that came out to me. Alfred himself was completely white for an unexpected counterattack. My shoulder was off, I dropped out, and I was slammed from the back to the ground.

“I found it, the son of the White Knight!”

Hatred drives them.

“I can run away”

A cry of hate that resonates in the woods. This is as good as his position was captured. It was originally intended to close without moaning up, but their emotions were not included in the calculation. Until the feelings of hate that even despise the severe pain-

Alfred drives the horse he has taken. It is sluggish compared to the horse I usually ride, but I feel the strength at each end of the movement. It is a species called Berchron, and it can be understood once again over those backs that have unmatched strength as a war horse.

(It’s a strong horse. And it’s easy to fight)

Strength, a sense of stability born from there. The speed is inferior, but the unprecedented power is strong enough to make up for the shortcoming. But-

“Follow me, my mother-in-law is there!”

It is being chased. The knights who were holding the siege also changed their position and were gathering in the direction of travel. The other party is quicker to guess from the atmosphere.

(… Is the enemy’s feet fast? No, my feet are slow! Do it!)

The person used for the bribe was a considerable arm and a real knight. Horses are probably top-notch applications for use in the battlefield. But it was too late for the legs. It will be quite late among the same Berchron. I can not run away with this.

(Why, I didn’t notice that. I was not surprised! I am a fool!)

The horse that was robbed. The enemy also does not imitate imposing a close distance. They know. If it is this horse’s leg, it is possible to restrict the action only by “squeezing” little by little. If this happens, there is nothing that Alfred can do.

(Don’t throw away the horse, it’s no good. Even if you drop it in, you will not have a place for a while, even if it’s hidden, so it won’t take a minute for it. Then each defeat has its best!)

Fight and survive. I have no choice but to do that. I have no choice but to do that-

(But, the enemy is not isolated. It is thorough group action)

The enemy was highly trained and old woman and knew the battle. I will not break my formation forcibly, nor will I make a floating piece. A solid battle, it was the color of a nation called Ostberg, and it was a military backbone tactic. There is no upset.

“Let’s go through the woods and reach the nearest city … No, it’s a good place to hang out with the peddlers who will arrive in Arkas early morning tomorrow.

It’s not over yet.

A black shadow chasing Alfred through the forest. One after another, I was waiting for the situation to be ready. It may not be a good deal for Ostoberg, but the knights behind him seemed to know the bow while riding.

(There’s a long distance behind you, and I’ve taken a bribe and a broken sword.)

The difference in strength is hopeless. The knights who are far from the position where they left out also join the swarm little by little. I can not escape even if I go straight. There is little hope of winning the fight.

“I am the son of a White Knight. One or two of miracles-”

Still, it is better to fight than to run away-

“Take it up and show it!”

I have a win.

“That!”

The moment the knights brought back to shoot the bow, Alfred’s staff turned the horse in anticipation of the moment when the highly trained players started to move in unison. The posture is low, I look into the swarm without hesitation and thrust into it. The movement was not a youthful one who did not know the war.

“I win! I regret giving you this horse!”

As if it were a whistle and a whirlpool, Alfred turned into a flock of Oscar heavy cavalry who was the best in Laurence, with a ferocious look. It is worth trying, as long as the win is thin but not zero.

After leaving Alcas, deviating from his father’s script, Alfred started fighting with his own will. Takehito Alfred is told today from his own mouth that he was born at this moment.

A small battle unknown to anyone has begun.