All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The reporter was, after all, a cover sent in by Farn.

Unlike Ren, who suddenly pressed him for personal use, he stopped by Ren's at a good time for a reporter who had been coming to see Farn for a long time and work.

Ease Ann pulled back lightly with Snow when she heard the name of being dropped by Fern.

"Me, Mr. Fern won't get my head up for life anymore......!

Ren had revealed his gratitude with all his heart.

Even though the crisis was getting through on its own, the place we were just in was a danger zone where we didn't know when the second third lethal trap would activate. I don't know how to take any more responsibility for Furn for unlocking that trap.

In front of Ren, who was rescued from that room, is a woman with glasses. I am a reporter. She managed to pull me away from those two in the name of having an interview with Ren. The behavior had added a lot to the reporter's feelings about not wanting to get involved with the two of them over there, but it didn't change how helpful it was.

"Hey... Mr. Farne told me you had an adventurer boy just right for the interview, but I was surprised at that situation. It was a room where I wondered if it was called to heaven alone."

"Right. I went in there as an outsider, too, and I said, 'I'm here to suck!' I think so."

Haha laughs lightly at the situation just now. He is a companion who has emerged from one step before the beginning of hell. Should it be called the suspension bridge effect? More than just a first meeting, one or two steps, the distance between my heart was shrinking.

"So, what's the coverage?

"Oh, that was the point"

Pong, and a reporter who hit Kashiwaki takes out his notebook and pen.

"Actually, you're going to publish a magazine for adventurers in the near future. I have a plan to do an interview with a newbie who had a remarkable growth last year. That's where they chose you, Mr. Ren!

"Yes? Significant growth... me, is it?

"Yes! Your way could be an example to those who are going to start adventurers, right?

To Ren pointing to himself and getting it right, the reporter lifts Ren's feat, including even to the interviewee.

"It's unusual. I can't believe you're from the country without even really getting ready to rock, but you're being a hardened ground adventurer in your second year and even making your own party! It's hard to hear that people who have been well-prepared for a long time have been able to show their heads in an adventurer's run in a year from zero connections, zero money, zero strength."

"Ugh."

Overall, I was praised, but now looking back on the past, the negative side pierced me. Ren holds his chest back, remembering how he wasn't who he was when he first came to this town.

It's a lot of black history. If I hadn't been picked up by Zeke's party, if I hadn't interacted with Farn, if I hadn't met Slave Girl properly in Park Square, and if I hadn't met Mullina.

If only one person was missing, I'd be relieved.

"I was more blessed than I was."

"Around"

The reporter giggles. As a journalist, I was wondering why a boy like him was with the Virgin and the Holy Knight.

Just naturally, I don't have the guts to cover those two. But unlike those two, the boy's sense of smell was distracting.

"I wish I could tell you, including that."

It's just a tease.

"I see"

The reporter, who had roughly finished listening to Len, nodded loudly with a good smile, closing the notebook he was taking note of.

"This won't help any of the other rookies."

"Wouldn't that help?"

"I won't."

The reporter unequivocally affirms.

"Especially when it comes to the Virgin. If you write this as it is, you can anticipate that a new adventurer might think about approaching the Virgin or something. When that happens, their future is pitiful and pitiful..."

"I know that."

Ren nods mysteriously. There could be a case of being cleansed by approaching Ez-Ann to learn the secret. I'd rather stay away from cheap there than make a strong reminder. Or "stay away from that one" is usually whispered a cautionary recommendation in this town's adventurer neighborhood.

"Of course, there are many parts that can be used... but the trouble is, it's interesting to talk about, a lot of things"

Just the fun of the story doesn't match the purpose of the plan, which is to be an example of a new adventurer. The reporter puffs his head with a pen.

"I'll take the frame, so I'll also serialize it in the column? Rookie Adventurer Struggle, like. It might surprise you."

"Is that a column? I've never written a sentence or anything..."

"Oh, I'm fine. I'll summarize what I heard verbally here, if you just check it out. Of course, I'll give you the manuscript fee."

"I'll do it"

Ren acknowledges the taste of eating in terms of the amount offered. The pocket situation of a poor boy with experience in hunger strike life was still somewhat daunting.

"By the way, how far will this magazine go?

"It's all over the place. We have a lot of complaints about" delivering letters to Herbaria in the west and Tsinghua in the east. "

"Heh, that's amazing!

Speaking of Tsinghua, it is the homeland of Ichiki and Linley. Even Len knew it was a country in the East.

The reporter creaks and shakes his shoulder at the honest Ren's reaction.

"When I do the seeding, they're both big countries. I just have branches. Still, the dungeons are in urban areas of every country, so I plan to put them where I can."

"Were you also active during the Imperial period?

"I was. Yo. Well, the tightening of the publication was half as tight that time of year, but I was also running around as a newbie"

"Bye."

Ren cuts out the fateful question he's been hoarding since he heard that this guy is a reporter.

"Do you know anything about the last emperor?"

"The Last, Emperor..."

Question stepped in from Len.

The reporter smiles haha after he blinks unexpectedly.

"That's one of the imperial mysteries. It's information that doesn't exist."

It's one of those historical gossips with no answers. A reporter who likes that kind of stuff as that kind of stuff explains with his index finger up.

"The emperor who ruled the Herbarian Empire erases the memory of those who knew themselves before becoming king with jade sounds when reigning for generations"

It is a ritual to be king from man. By inheriting the jade sound, the emperor can have enough emperors. Abandoning his young name, he erased connections from his childhood, and the emperor of the Herbarian Empire took the throne.

"Because of this custom, the emperor does not exist a record before he became emperor. Especially since the last emperor, Fuyurasiat IV, used heavily a preacher who was taking his will with jade sounds, he never seemed to get out in public. Revolutionary turmoil, or the record burned, right? You're definitely a woman by name, but you don't have any other information."

"Really?"

Ren didn't ask until the end if he couldn't get the answer anyway.

"Ren, you're a slave girl's guest too, aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, yes"

"Nice, isn't it, slave girl? Bright, I feel so good talking to you!

Topics with reporters deviate from chatter.

No, maybe I'm not out of line.

Wasn't the last emperor to reign a child who wasn't even ten years old? Ren couldn't help but ask the question that he kept holding back from the age of the slave girl.