A Wish to Grab Happiness

"What do you say, old Salenio? Not bad, it would rather be a good suggestion"

Taking Tersarat's thin grin from the front, Saleinio rubs his own wrinkly face with his fingers.

Like Ann, still make it Salenio. I couldn't read Tersalat's sincerity. Words seem particularly sensible. It would taste better if it could be fitted with the support of Elizaldo.

but it was another matter of whether or not it was worth believing. Besides, all this is Salenio's rule of thumb. The path that others want and offer is mostly not a lot.

Salenio's fingertips solidified for a moment, as he envisioned. An old eye was trying to pierce the great tent and look farther.

Is this a coincidence? I made sure to sew between the words, and the reward came.

"- Dear Saleinio. This is a report. Something like a herd of warcraft is approaching this way. I was wondering if you needed a trooper."

All those who were sitting at the table in the great tent give their gaze to the appearance of the rapporteur. Those gazes seemed to blame the presence of intruders, and the bulk of them also complained.

Nothing happens at a time like this. The look on the elders' faces, while tense, conveys such a state of mind.

Except for Salenio. One snorts at that report, leaning his weight forward.

"Largd-Ann. My apostle. It looks like a disaster has struck, I must take command. Let's call it a temporary hiatus - get them a tent ready."

When Salenio slaps his hand and gives orders to soldiers and squires, the place begins to move without a single thing or two.

The sight alone made it plausible that the army was moving around this old man. What earlier tried to drive Anne and Tersalat with swords and spears, now leads them with polite treatment.

Ann also gave her shoulder up and followed the guide after a moment of thought. My lips were still jammed with voices, but I still wouldn't be able to exchange any more words on this occasion.

We didn't rest physically for a while with each other, and we got time to turn our thoughts around. Make it Salenio. Make it Anne, that's some kind of luck.

No. Actually, Anne didn't think it was lucky. I just thought you fell in good shape.

"Well why not. Something to hold me back, Master Tersalat?

On the road to be guided, she lurked her voice and Ann said so. Keep your gaze forward. The way she spoke, which only moved her lips slightly, didn't look like she was speaking from the side.

Tersarat glances back at Ann as soon as he sees her properly. The black foot made a noise. Tersarat also says with his gaze facing forward again.

"Like I said. Largd-Ann. You won't have a problem with someone you want to hold hands with right now."

I didn't mean to sound like an Elizabeth. Believe in martial arts and ask only for your own body and toughness. That is the people of the land. If we were to survive in a desert-covered country and then fight against another country, everyone in the people had to be strong.

Ann licks her lips small and bites her back teeth. I found my lips and mouth terribly dry. After entering the guided tent, Ann manages to open her heavy mouth.

I let the words get a little lost in my mouth, then I said it.

"... surprised. Elizabeth is more likely to lie."

After all, there would be those around them who would try to make a bug, so their voices were minimized. But Tersalat did hear that voice.

Slightly the air takes on the color of tension and compression and strains it. Ann grabbed her finger small.

Elizaldo's man believes in power and hates false vanity. People who are full of mouth and people who are not sincere are the object of even more contempt. Honest strength is what they prefer.

Because of its character, diplomatic relations with other countries often ended badly.

Therefore, Elizaldo's human being is considered a terrible disgrace to be a lying, vanity person. That's what makes it so much more expensive without even saving the surroundings.

Ann's words would be exactly like kicking up the human scale of the country.

Until he rounds his eyes and Ann looks at Tersarat's face. Some change should come to that look.

Ann didn't think this was her best hand either, but she didn't have any other means to choose. In the enemy land, it was necessary to know whether Tersalat was truly an ally or an enemy. Even at some risk.

The next moment. As Ann expected, Tersarat broke his expression. It has already created a pleasant grin so vivid. He had his lips open and his cheeks held up.

"Heh, heh. That's not true, Largd-Ann. As for Elizaldo, one or two, it would be good if he had as much power and value as he needed. This is true."

Besides, it's easier to see you there. hands on his hips, making a long shadow, Tersarat says. My eyes, which I honestly did, were shaking a little just now.

Ann sighed in her mouth when she saw it. Oh, it's a hassle. People like this, with their backtables living together, are really troublesome.

But, naturally, Anne slips her heels to the ground. Elizaldo is sending her as a messenger, so to speak, a diplomat. It wouldn't be worth it if it weren't for one or two of the abdominal arts or something you could do with an innocent face.

Tersarat says, peeking into Ann's face from a very high point.

"Just as far as I'm concerned - I'd love it if one of you could swallow the other crack and be a more powerful force. What do you think about that area?

Tersarat's big eyes pierce Ann. That was the gaze that saw Anne through and tried to put a price tag on her. Is she worth using or not? Is it someone you can take your hand from, or not? I just deserve this as a good opportunity.

That wasn't pleasant for Ann, but it was familiar.

She is only blessed with bargaining talent, and not as blessed with her physique. Compared to his average height, Anne was often treated with some insult. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but it's rare to work in your favor.

Therefore, Anne has to offer herself a price tag to make herself recognised and tell her what she's worth.

"... Dear Tersarat. Do you have any idea why Lord Salenio took command of the Warcraft Crusade and interrupted it?"

Tersarat relaxed his expression in Ann's inquiry, as if he had been poked in the void. People have this look when they throw unexpected words at them.

Surprisingly distorting his eyebrows, Tersarat returns as if he were a commander. Ann shook her head back to the side.

"No, you don't. It's a simpler reason - he's the only one who can lead a soldier in earnest. Yeah, I know him well. I was a compatriot."

Anne said, no longer covering up any hostility to them, but rather letting them blossom. There is a look on his face like he chewed up a bitter bug. My gaze was so narrow.

Lead the soldiers, keep morale, give instructions. That's not all there is to know and cheap. The qualities that forced people to believe, and their judgment, were the only work they could do without being the best people they could think of.

Nevertheless, we would not be able to do so unless we just stormed the soldiers straight away. Then you cannot lead more than a thousand soldiers.

"So this is the only hand I could take for the sake of the crest. Yeah, very heartbreaking."

Anne didn't say anything beyond that. But Tersalat had already received the words that would have been ahead of him.

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Vestalinu was exhaling white breath as he looked down at the Augus Grand River. Hiding herself in the surrounding forest, she asks for an opportunity without moving a step.

When I sit still like this, I really calm down my mood dawn. There used to be a commander next door, but Vestalinu thought so.

When the attitude is gently adjusted, the armor worn makes a noise. Huh, I was starting to hear the noise in the distance.

Tell the mercenaries you lead to hide themselves and lurk their breath. If a large human being becomes a mass and breathes, a white breath is marked to tell him that there is a group of people there.

It's the worst way to hide yourself. Therefore, there was no one else who was making his breath lurk until the time came, in an attempt to be swept away by the snow and death.

Again, I don't feel very good about it. Vestalinu points his lips as he stiffens and distorts his expression under his helmet.

Originally, a man named Vestalinu had a character that made grandeur good. It is not the character to hide oneself and make something out of it in this way. I don't like things like hindsight crawling around my chest.

Belfein mercenaries led by people who prefer something gorgeous or flashy, and there is no more work on their skin. Even in that sense, Vestalinu and the mercenaries were well of a sexual nature.

But this is how I ended up hiding and spending time there.

Several Warcraft are running under my eyes. It must be because they vandalized their own hunting grounds. I could see in the distance how angry I was.

That's how a group of soldiers were brought in as if they were relative to it. That clearly shows up in your sight. Vestalinu told the mercenaries to tell him.

- Well. I don't mind, shall we go to destruction? Tell him the value of a Berfein mercenary.