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(1)A prudent warrior doubts a saint
(2)The tiger medicine
(3)Recommendation 30 Not recommended 0 Comments 7 Views 520 Writing Date 2022-12-23005236
(4)Revision Date 2022-12-23012243
(5)Acarive genre novel channel
Down to the third basement floor of the dungeon, the floor was made up of a regular grid, but now the pattern of the floor is subtly different, and this part is bent diagonally
I hear a deep sigh from the party members
Some people give out loud sighs
I don’t care.
I pick up a rock, throw it on the ceiling, and listen carefully
I don’t think it’s responding to the sound of a trap because the sound is subtly different
Warrior, isn’t this really synovial
said the unbearable warrior, frowning
I hid the sound of wash pal in front of me, but I couldn’t avoid my sensitive ears
You’re just being cautious, right
The saint who’s the healer of our party
When she smiled, the warrior relaxed his facial muscles and smiled
The saint had a beautiful face that melted others’ hearts and a sensuous body and kindness
If you’re a man, your heart melts
Is there anything I can do for you, soldier
The words made me smile like a fish
You’re being so helpful
The other party members were duped, but I can’t fool them
People call me invincible childish things
But the only modifier that I deserve is being cautious
It was exactly five days ago, 127 hours and 38 minutes ago, that I noticed the extraordinary event of a saint
Before entering the dungeon
Under my supervision, I will familiarize myself with how to attack and 48 countermeasures, and check the equipment potion skills of all parties
a two-day briefing
The party members complained of fatigue every time, but I forced the content into their ears
And a short dinner time
While making soup, I noticed a subtle change in the saint
She suddenly bowed her head
The party members laughed at me for nodding off because of my terrible briefing
Perhaps surprised by the laughter, the saint raised her head
I couldn’t smile
have a hunch on one’s face
Something’s changed
I can’t pinpoint his eyes, tone, and posture, but it’s definitely different
But contrary to what my gut tells me, the saint acted as usual
Some may think it’s not a big deal
And that complacency is a catastrophe
What are you thinking about
Again, Dungeon. B4
When I return to reality, the saint asks me with a worried look
Nothing.
I have to identify the worst of the 99 hypotheses I’ve ever made
It’s a case of the devil being possessed by a saint
This possibility cannot be ruled out as she was a saint who mainly worked on purification
Take three steps forward and illuminate your vision
The saint nodded cheerfully
She took a few steps forward and spread her hand
A bright sphere came to mind and lit up the corridor
What
With a single voice, the saint’s body suddenly went down
The party members all screamed almost like a scream
I was the only one who kept silent
Because I knew there was a weight-sensitive trap right at the end of the diagonal pattern on the floor
It was blindfolding that checked the ceiling. There was no double ceiling
I was faking it in case the saint noticed that I was suspicious
I was trying to distract them
Because I’m careful
And this is what I explained during the briefing before entering
The party members listen to it with their ears, ears, ears, ears, ears, ears, ears, ears, ears
The saint who always listened to me couldn’t not know
I told you before there was a subtle change, but you don’t know this
It makes my doubts even hotter
Of course, you can forget
So I have to check
There might be more traps, so I’ll go get them. Wait a minute
I told the party member
And I gave them a manual that says how to deal with what they have to do
Of course, I have to be careful, so I have erased the part about the trap
Based on the pattern so far, down there
There must be spines or monsters that penetrate the human body
Maybe I have both
Of course, I’m not worried about the safety of a saint
We’ve got an idea of who the ship’s architect is, assuming one at the beginning of the dungeon
I’ve mastered the Goblin language, and I’ve memorized the entire set-up method 3 written by Goblin Wheeler, the architect of this dungeon
I don’t know the dungeon blueprint, but I see through the tendencies of the ship’s architects
This trap converges to zero chance of fatal injury compared to the level of a saint
In terms of probability, 0001 exists
A saint always wears a barrier, so she can’t have been hit by a poor thorn window
You can beat the odds of 0001 and be beaten by a monster
If you hear a scream, I’ll jump and save you
I put a spare holy sword on the floor, tie the rope to the holy sword handle and my body, respectively, and go down
Because of the nature of the Holy Sword, it is impossible to be selected
Since it’s Excalibur
This is not the end
I trust a party member but I didn’t want to lower my chances of betraying him because of that
The Excalibur has anti-theft magic on it so that if someone touches it, it will explode
Hyde
Use the magic of hiding and go down the trap
About 10 minutes down, I found a sphere of light created by a saint
And at the same time, there was a huff of abuse
What’s wrong with the taste of cigarettes? Is this how leaf cigarettes are normally
The voice of the saint, but the tone was completely different
When I went down a little further, I could see her completely
A saint was sitting next to a broken thorn window and a monster with a burst head
Her appearance was shocking
a pipe cigarette held by a warrior who never knew when he had stolen it
I had it in my mouth and my legs were wide apart
I’m starting to get annoyed because you’re the hero of the hero’s life. Should I just kill him
what
What do you mean, you’re possessed by TS? You should’ve done it with your body
You don’t look good with a big body if you talk like this
He’ll suspect the careful main character
The word possessed makes my eyes bigger
And TS. What does this mean
“Bbmi-Jyang” (Pun in Korean)
Oh, that’s right. I didn’t check it out
The hand of the saint goes to her lower body before my thoughts continue
Oh, yes
My doubts were right
She’s a dead woman