Alchemist Yuki's Strategy

When I woke up around noon, the Principality of Harbor was in trouble.

Well, I don't care what happens to the Principality, so I gracefully take lunch and think about dealing with it.

I'm running out of chicken at Saffron's request for lunch today.

Saffron and crow are also eating fried cucumbers next to the white night when they are eating a stewed white wine of boned chicken momomo meat in one hand.

When I saw such saffron and crow, I laughed with my nose like a mockery during the day and night.

"... fu"

It would be perfectly natural for Crowe to start.

"... children both in time and body"

"... because I'm an adult. I don't get what the kids say."

White nights like that are making me pull my cheek.

Whereas the mask begins to peel off early in the day, Crowe chases after him just saying he was heartily surprised.

"... surprised. Was it just a kid's body?

"Heh, heh..."

Moving like a cramped mouth angle is the crystal of an effort to disrupt oneself during the day and night.

And it is also a sign of the imminent fall.

"... because of you. It was just a child."

"Ugh..."

The sweat of the mind, whose destruction has become a second reading in the moistened eyes, awaits the moment now or now.

On such a white night, Klau uttered a word of todome away.

"... ah... Rikai. (...) Tiny so I nabbed you."

"Yes, fine, not for the rest of my life! Once it's evolved, it's definitely with Dawn."

"- Squishy. Instead?"

"Muki!!

With a face that does not appear to have a shade, Kraw puts his hand on the shoulder of the day and night, and the day and night get rid of that hand. It is a landscape of all times.

- But now Klau's sentence is being served.

Kraw's further pursuit strikes the tear dam of the day and night.

"... because of you. Haven't you (...)?

"Oh, you. Remember when you grow up later!

"It won't bother you."

"Ugh, uh-huh!

The day and night when I was forced to destroy the dam, he looked at me for a moment and then dived under my desk with a plate and a glass.

Well, there 'll be times when she wants to be alone, too.

But when Klau put a plate full of fried chicken on the floor as well, he sat down on the floor himself and started eating fried chicken staring at the white night under his desk.

Apparently, he can't get away from Klau.

While there was such a commotion that it was never elegant, Terry was impressed with the food about the new entrance, and he was eating it to bite and bite.

I think I'm starting to think of it as culinary research.

Also on the other hand, the sleeping lotus and jasmine are facing each other and eating the teriyaki set meal with chopsticks.

Sleeping lotus eaten by pinching and jasmine eaten by puncture are targeted because they look alike.

The occasional appearance of the sleeping lotus wiping the cheeks of the jasmine blossoms looks like the mother and daughter themselves.

Rumael of the Heavenly Shell Tree (Scarraf) grumbles and drinks fruit liquor with a jock that is about my head.

Visually, I feel uncomfortable like a picture, but I'm used to it because it's a sight for every meal.

Keith, a shemale monkey in addition to three Cyril, Ronica and Leanne, was doing a cup of chores Mr. Doyle once again while Mr. Olmel had a grilled chicken cooked on charcoal fire.

All four of them have big eaters, so Mr. Ormel's hands keep moving at high speeds. Still, it can be said that it is the boulder that keeps grinning.

I have never eaten trachea (chirping), chicken crown (kanmuri), or silver skin, so I am a little concerned.

White nights when I crawled out from under my desk because of the smell, saffron & claw that finished all the fried chicken, Terry that finished the vanilla grill, etc., walked to the yakitori booth as he swayed like a ghost, so let's call the black fog terminal as reinforcements.

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Black fog reinforcements.

That's synonymous with throwing missiles at fist fights.

Eventually, lunch ended with a grilled chicken tournament.

Crowe and White Night began to eat like they were competing along the way, and Saffron was told to 'taste it, eat it, I think it's good,' to shun it, or Crowe grunted 'loitering chatter' to the White Night when 'skin-yum' was devouring it, and war, slaughter broke out.

Others have settled after a quiet debate between Terry, who claims to be a saltist who brings out the flavor of the ingredients, and Lumail, who turned to the Sairee, or Lesta, who noticed that she was missing lunch because of a surveillance mandate, complained to all the members who were taking lunch and were slapped by the black fog.

And, well, we had a good lunch time.

... Well. What about the coup in the capital?