485 Gift from the Toy King 2 (1/2)
... oh no. I didn't send the president of the Triela Chamber of Commerce home because I wanted to play sooner.
As he was halfway with a stick in his hand, Balmunk took the paper from the box and spread it.
The fact that it was in the box probably shows how to play with this toy.
Just in charge of accounting and looking through a lot of documents every day, he should be good at getting the gist and explaining.
So let him grasp it without speaking up.
Little by little, he quickly folded the paper into a box.
”What did it say?
”This is called a battle pencil. It's a rolling toy.”
”Shouldn't we roll and play? Like this?”
”Instead of turning around like a comma, let's roll the pen normally.”
I thought it might be a game of turning around and bumping into each other like the last one, or not.
As Balmunk told me, I usually roll the pen onto the table.
Then, the battle pencil and the bastard rolled with a faint sound.
Maybe a toy that rolls and enjoys the sound? It's a beautiful sound, but it's not enough.
Toy King's work is too ordinary.
”It seems that the letters on the top face of the roll are your actions and attack each other. The player's health is set at 100, and if it reaches zero, he loses. It's like winning if you get to zero.”
”Oops, does that mean you're attacking everyone?”
”You can't attack to indicate your faction, and can't attack ●. In addition, there are mistakes and failures, and not every attack seems to succeed.”
”Whether you can attack or not depends on the surface you exit. I don't hate rules like this.”
”There are other actions to restore your health. It's a game you can't do without calculating.”
What a deep play.
I was just embarrassed that I was pushing evil things like rolling and enjoying the sound. That's the Toy King.
”Come on, let's try it!
”Here's a motif of your Majesty.
”Ooh! Use it!
I was so excited about the rules of the Battle Pencil that I completely forgot.
Yes, there's something that the Toy King inspired me to do.
If the Toy King made it for me, of course he will use it.
”Oops, this is my... my Battle Pencil”
When I took the Battle Pencil offered to Balmunk, it was not an illustration of a monster such as a slime or goblin, but an illustration inspired by eagles.
I am more than happy that the toy made by the Toy King depicts his own illustration.
Ah, this is beautifully done.
”I heard that the Toy King is a biased craftsman, but he seems surprisingly good at being public....”
”Shut up! Don't be a jerk!
Wouldn't it be nice if it were somewhat beautified? Indeed, the illustrations depicted are beautified like the bronze statues installed in the King's City.
But I was like that about ten years ago, and I'm not a liar anymore.
Recently, my hair has gotten a little thinner and I'm getting hungry... but I want you to be as happy as you are in a toy.
I'm sure Balmunk and Rembrandt are envious of the toys made with eagle motifs.
With that in mind, I lowered my drinks.
”Now I'm going to use this slide.”
I'm Goblin.
Well, here's an alkalo.
Looking at his Battle Pencil in a glimpse, he decided to use Balmunk, Rembrandt, and Wilm.
”What's the order?
”I'll tell you what.”
”Well then, Your Majesty. Me, Rembrandt, Villem, turn right.”
When the order is set, the eagle quickly rolls his own battle pencil.
”... a mistake?
”Your attack has failed. Now it's my turn.”
”Suddenly this isn't much!?
”That's the rule. Follow the instructions written on the face.”
”If you complain, tell the Toy King.”
”Gugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugu”
I didn't expect the commemorative wave of eagles to end so well.
I'm sorry to hear that, but even that is the flavor of this play.
But what a bitter thing to say about the result of nothing.
With a moody feeling, I look at Balmunk's slime battle pencil.
”'Twenty Damages per Body ●'”
”My goblin is ▲, so it's not eligible.”
”My arcade is , so it's different.”
”Your attributes were...”
”Do I have any grudges about pinpoint attacks?
”Look back at your daily routine.”
It was an attack like shooting at a eagle with three others.
I know this is lucky, but I can't solve it.
”This will reduce my health by twenty, eighty...”
”Remember that, right? I won't allow you to deceive the numbers in front of the accountant.
It's hard to do with a stupid, number-resistant balmunk. In play, power doesn't work, and you can't make things easier.
It's my turn now. ”I called my buddies. I'll roll them twice next time.”
”What's that supposed to mean?
”You called in a goblin buddy, so you're going to attack him with two?
”Ah, goblins are very fertile. It's an act that takes advantage of monster traits.”
”Isn't it cheap to shake twice?
”Instead, all the other attacks are low, and if we don't do what we're doing right now, we're going to be in trouble.”
”All of a sudden I called my friends. I was lucky!
Some people suddenly make mistakes, others suddenly do the best.
Does this kind of play have that kind of result?
”Next is me, right? Uh,” Twenty damage to all sleeping spores. ”
Your Majesty has sixty health left.
”I know, so don't count!
He's a Balmunk. You lewd bastard who counts out his mouth.
That's why the maid tells me it's fine and disgusting.
”I'm next! Deal 10 damage and heal all King's Collectors Oops! What a king deserves!
”Hey, it's too broken to do 10 damage to the three of us and restore 30 health to ourselves?
”I'm not a king. It's only natural to suck it out of the underworld.”
”If you say that in front of a citizen, you'll get stabbed.
”... don't be afraid. I just got on a little bit.”
”Yes, Your Majesty's attack is strong, but it seems to be quite risky.”