one of the officers asked.

�what�s the matter?�If you�re here to borrow a drink, get out.�

�No, that�s not it.�This guy must have had his daytime drink wrong, he sighs and talks nonsense.�

The white-headed boy said.

�It�s not bullshit.�I saw�God, God gave me a revelation.�

�Come here, my sweet little boy.�

Marsha called the white-headed boy and diagnosed his mental state by lowering his eyes.

�Have you not taken any medicine?�What was your dream?�

�My great god told me to tell the captain this.�We must go to Arachne right now.�

Marsha smoked a cigarette and laughed.

�what?�Do the gods even recognize my beauty?�Did you even ask me to enter the beauty pageant?�

�If you are over 30, you won�t even accept the papers.�

Marcia, who pursed her lips at Freeman�s words, hugged the boy�s neck and said,

�Yes, my little one.�Why is that great god telling me to go to Arachne?�

�Hey, you said this.�

The boy didn�t miss a word.

�There, Hexa, no Yahweh, no Sirone is waiting.�

�����Hmm.�

She pulled the boy back, lost in thought, then let out a long puff of cigarette smoke.

�What god stutters?�

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* * *

�Day!�It�s a thing!�

When Jaysteen burst open the guild door and entered, his subordinates were sleeping on the floor of the collapsed building.

�Everyone wake up, you bastards!�

Six men and one woman raised their upper bodies without fixing their boisterous expressions.

�Oh, it hurts.�Why is it so noisy in the morning?�

Feeling the body odor of the vomit he had made last night, he frowned and looked back at J-Steen.

�what?�from morning?�

Jaysteen put magic bullets on the gun. JrNovels.com