Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

[Magic Instruction]. It is a technique that can also be described as the depths of the productive profession, which can be used mainly when the profession of blacksmith or alchemist/pharmacologist is extremed at a certain stage.

Convenient magic that allows you to produce a variety of objects by placing the material in the center of the magic formation and typing in the smelting process while flowing magic, but not really when it comes to whether you can make anything.

The convenience of saving the preparation and production process is treasured, but not only is the success rate comparatively low, but the items created can be inferior to those made by hand.

Make it a weapon, make it a magic drug. It will definitely work, but to have the same effect as a handmade item, you have to make the right number of items. As blacksmiths make weapons and raise their arms over and over again, or as alchemists take the time to formulate, [Magic Training] cannot produce high-quality objects without also producing large quantities of items.

This is the same thing in different worlds and in the computer world, and perhaps only the elves who have become hikikomori in the Great Deep Green Zone of Farfuran can use magic training to produce fine items.

Still, there are only enough to count who can perform this magic technique that can be called depths, and if there is one who can, it is recognized as a wizard who holds the power of the Epic class.

It doesn't matter what kind of showy items you can only make.

There is currently one person here who can freely use such ultimate magic. Yes, it's an old man.

"Hmmm... the demon seal stone is ready. After that, compress this demon seal stone..."

[Magic Stone] is a magic stone with a magic ceremony engraved inside it.

To enclose magic in a magic stone is the same thing that a magician does in the process of remembering magic. The point is that carving magic is the difference between a deep conscious area in the brain or a demonic stone. The process is the same, so it won't take much effort, but it will have to create a magic formula at the preparation stage, so it will really be manual.

Fortunately, magic formulas and item recipes produced during ORG were stored in the storage area of the brain, and it was possible to extract information and use it for production at any time.

Now that the body has been reincarnated and all the ORG data has been embodied, it can do all the techniques that it has learned in the computer world. Though it is often thought of as cheating, this technology has been remembered and polished by players over time in the game, and in a sense it cannot be said to be the result of blood seeping efforts. Even if we put it in this world where corrections are hung according to the level of profession and body, cheats can also be said to be the result of drilling in another world.

I would be very proud to be born in this world from the beginning, but from Zeros, who thinks it's the ability of the other world and the result of playing in the game, it doesn't seem to be one thing I can be proud of right now.

However, it is undoubtedly his own experience that he has repeatedly made trials and errors in computer space, and only the [raw] of the world he lived in from the beginning and the world in the game has been reversed by a different world reincarnation.

It is also true that many demons have been defeated and materials have been used to produce various items. Regardless of the fact that it was a world without dying was a great advantage, the penalty for returning to death was unusually cynical, with the status down and not being able to move properly for a few weeks.

It was only physical time in the game, but the penalties were so severe that many players responded to take safety measures as best they could. Because he feared [death], even though it was pseudo.

The vast world of games is no different from the other world, as if the knights and wizards of this world were to strategize and act. The situation is the same just because there is a certain [death] right next to it.

Well, there's a little bit of confusion (for example, chatter), but it's an undisputed reality of the life we've spent in the game. There is no reason anywhere to despise your own abilities. Later it depends on how acceptable the individual is, but it is only a matter of the individual's free will.

Zeros accepted to some extent just because it was a production job, and I couldn't help but think that the relationship between the three worlds, which I hadn't thought about many times since I was reincarnated, and all the actions I had been taking in the game, seemed like another reality, not a virtual space thing. Ning Lo, I am surprised that this world is the third world.

It's a raven as a horn, and the old man quietly creates an item and goes.

The troublesome thing is the preparation before the magic training, the production of the magic seal stone.

The process of engraving magic may be done by diverting pre-fabricated scrolls, but the problem is the compression of the magic seal stone.

The Demon Stone itself is a concentrated and mineralized object of magic, but when it consumes magic, it becomes just a clear glass, eventually shattering and scattering. When the magic contained in the Demon Stone itself is consumed, the Demon Stone itself fails to maintain its existence and collapses. In order to prevent it, the demonic stones of the same kind are combined to compress, which increases the amount of magic held and also increases the strength.

By engraving a magic ceremony on a nucleus demon stone and combining it with multiple demon stones, it creates one large demon seal stone. Compressing and reducing it from there dramatically increases the ability of the Magic Seal Stone.

If there is a problem, the magic formula is distorted during compression, and the effect cannot be maintained, but it is the display of the production profession's arm that does something about it. And the old man was very used to the task.

It created a lot of magic, a lot of item making, and it was precise work that earned me the [Great Sage] position (job).

The technology developed in the game also seems to be reflected in the real world.

"... it's a funny story to think about. Human beings in this world seem to improve their physical abilities and knowledge holdings if they increase their level, and even with skill corrections, the technology they learn when playing games is far too similar to the technology in this world. No way."

There are a few strange things to remember.

For example, the production of items, but in a world of sophisticated VRs where you can feel the five senses, when you are producing something in the game, you are directly conveying the feeling when you are responding or failing. The intensity, as if I was really making things, was so funny that Zeros became obsessed.

But now that he was away from the world he actually ought to be, the old man was constantly feeling uncomfortable with the game world and this world while producing items.

The discomfort is, "Can we make such a precise and elaborate world with the technology of the planet, with only programs to fulfill it? 'It began where it was said.

The setting of the world [Française] in the game is much the same as the organization of this world, except for some. It would be weirder not to be uncomfortable with this. The world in the game cannot be fictional if it is the same thing as the world's organization and setting. If the world that was thought to be fictional was real, it wouldn't be strange if we could rebuild human beings based on avatars when we died. Anyway, there was "back to death" in the game.

The status is multiplied by a negative correction to the point of excess as a penalty, resulting in the revival of the player, but at the same time losing experience gained on items and dead areas, the worst rare gear, etc.

In reality, the dead will not be resurrected, but conversely, it is believed that if dying humans are merged with avatars suitable for the management of this world, the reincarnation will not be complete as a result. Otherwise, there's no way you can easily reincarnate. Later, the bodies of those who died in the original world at the same time may be created with substances in a contiguous manner.

"A good story, that game was created based on information from this world? What for... assuming we can do that, can we make it real? It won't be possible - if it's normal..."

If there is one who can obtain information about another world, it can only be called [God].

I just don't know if that's the same god that man believes in. The only thing I can tell is that I'm pretty drunk and free, and I can make some speculation about the gods' world from the current situation. Even from the point of view of the laws of nature, it is predicted that carrying out the reincarnation of the dead was a rather obsessive matter.

Assuming this speculation is correct, the world of [Sword and Sousalis] will likely not be a game either. If the world that I thought was a game was actually another world created by the gods, [DreamWorks], where only the spirit had been transferred to the avatar and traveled to and from different worlds, it would explain that I had never had any doubts before. Perhaps if they had manipulated the recognition, they would be satisfied that they had never questioned it before.

From an old man's point of view, even from the point of view of the game program, [Sword and Sousalis] is too sophisticated to be made with Earth technology. Even NPCs had the same amount of free will as humans, rather than the amount of information that supercomputers could process with enormous information processing power. Assuming that the world is a program, the constant accumulation of information will cause it to flake without being able to process a huge amount of information. Not to mention the power consumption is not hammering.

Well, this is only what the old man expects, but I don't know how it actually is.

"Whatever it is, I guess the existence of evil gods was unexpected for a god who manages the original world. If you think about it, it was pushed within not knowing the other gods, and because of that, it has had a negative impact on the world we manage."

The old man interpreted the job as if the irresponsible co-management of the company had abandoned the job and pushed the job to a colleague who had worked together.

Being in a world where magic doesn't exist means observing the end of the world with a different concept. Or the possibility of being in this world, which is dimensionally high, cannot be discarded, but what happens if [God] of the other world releases his power in the material world of different dishes?

Consider it based on knowledge from Lanobe, but it's just a realm of speculation or delusion beyond the lack of conclusive evidence.

But from what I've read of emails sent from one pillar within the Four Gods, the goddess and the character of the doer who manages this world looks quite irresponsible and easy-going. It didn't seem like a mistake.

The old man whining to himself as he pondered was creepy, but still had no hands to rest and was ready under item making.

"Well... I'm done getting ready down there, let's just make some."

Zeros immerses himself in production without resting his hands while arranging various speculations.

It is the ring that makes it, but it is only disturbing to wear it on your fingers in too large a quantity. For this reason, the magic guide to protect himself was made into an amulet type that was offered from the neck.

Materials are massive in previous mining. I've never met Celestina before, but I'm going to make the same thing for my second son, Cloisas.

We know from the report sent to us that he is a rather enthusiastic researcher. Sometimes I feel like I might feel like it for some reason.

The magic training is quite cumbersome during the preparation phase, but it was easier later when the preparation was complete. Put them on top of the demon squares and only manipulate them later.

Since the equipment items to be produced were also only to create a degraded version of the equipment items previously produced, the work would be completed immediately.

Notte, I'm here. The old man's free on the arrow tip.

"I'm free... unexpectedly it's over early. How?"

The old man's technology is already the realm of masters and the process of creating things from scratch is unusually fast. Restoration work is rare because there are various cumbersome processes, but I was good at this kind of creative work.

Plus, it does leave a feeling when making items in the game, which is too boring to end here. Above all, the old man has a troubled side that comes ill when he's doing these production tasks.

And the old man starts building things that have absolutely nothing to do with it to kill his free time.

Open up your hobby......

The work lasted about three days.

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About three days after the old man received a request to escort him and started preparing him.

Illis looked at the mercenary guild bulletin board and was looking for any suitable requests.

They were all requests that were likely to be in deficit on top of a distance, and they were in a state where they could not originate unless they made more than one other request in the vicinity of one arrangement to earn a living. But it is unlikely that we will make it to the due date of the request.

If you look at the financially scarce Illis, the cost of renting a carriage, lodging and food will cost money, and the cost of living will be the bottom line for the low-ranking Illis by the time they go to the site.

To the extent that some of the cost of living increases slightly even if calculated, staying in a hotel is completely OUT. I honestly don't want to live in the wild while I do my request.

"Ugh... no busy requests. I should have been skilled in production."

The Iris' nostalgia was true.

The last [Wild Cocko Crusade] was accomplished by the old man and Caede, who never had a dime in it. On the contrary, even though they were not mercenaries, their clients gave the two of them money, and the Iris and the others turned out to be unsuccessful and had no income.

I didn't see the pain in my eyes, but I was no different in position from the mercenaries who came across the hens in return.

The Iris, who lived in the Inn, took care of the last three days of their lives in an orphanage, sweetened by the generosity of the old man and Luceris to hem their meals, and just look at the board where the request arrangements are sticking out when they show their faces to the guild every day.

Luceris earns money by treating the injured cheaply beside taking care of the children in the church, which is an orphanage, and the old man, who should be unemployed, has money for some reason and can afford to say, 'If you don't have money, you'll go hunting'.

I don't have to worry about starving because I'm self-sufficient before then. I thought it was a fantasy world, but the results were accompanied by intelligent realities.

"Now when can we go to Dungeon Attack... ha ha ha"

The strength of Illis would be at the top of the list by this world standard.

But his companions, Lena and Jahne, were weaker than Iris. It doesn't determine strength at the level, but it will never be higher in terms of physical ability.

Journey was too cautious and requests for demonic crusades tended to pick relatively weak objects, and Lena ran off immediately because she seemed solid, and at some point she tended to darken her whereabouts.

Well, when I came back, my skin was shiny for some reason, but I wouldn't be able to get stronger at all times at this condition.

Seriously, I have an isolated cheat with someone I know, so it gets silly to be seriously mercenary living.

But even if I go hunting demons alone, Illis cannot dismantle them.

You do not possess demolition skills because you have structured your skills for adventure purposes. I don't feel I could dismantle it even if I possessed the skills. Illis came here and became a feather plagued by reality, the gameplay and harm.

"Why, my uncle was looking to reality. Compared to that..."

The old man who has already acquired land and houses and begun to live on his own seems to be acting with a positive plan for being realistic and living, depending on what he thinks.

I am a successful person just because I am able to live properly, no matter what is usually the case. In comparison, Illis was likely to live in extreme poverty even tomorrow.

Mercenaries come first in trust and earn enough money to live in are high-level mercenaries who are trusted with only commensurate results.

Requests that can be received according to rank are expensive, but naturally it is a classic that requests are also more difficult to accomplish.

Illis becomes a high-ranking magician, but as a mercenary, it is also a good place to be immature, and it is deadly not to be able to strip material from the demons he defeats.

With Lena and Journey, it's hard to strip them off, and without them, they're half-person, no matter how strong they are.

"Ha...... depressing. It's not much different from Earth in different worlds. I can't help it, let my uncle tell me if it's alchemy or conditioning. For once, I made a promise..."

Now I know reality, Iris.

Even if the context of the times is like that of medieval Europe, people have to work in life more than they are in the real world. Mercenary life costs more money than living expenses, and money leaves with the adjustment of weapons and other equipment. I've never been past having a side job. It's not like you don't have to eat to die.

For Illis, who was looking for an exciting life, he knew once again that there was a reality that could not be changed, even in a fantasy world, and he went to his old man's house with a degenerate mind.

At any rate, we have to earn money for our activities.

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I couldn't find an eye-catching job and Illis came in front of my old man's house in a depressed state of mind.

At the garden end, the hens are doing handsets and mould arches, and I don't really know where these weird creatures are going right now. All I know is that I'm prepared to go see someone stronger than myself.

These hens have the strength to kick the mercenaries in the ass and an unusual habit that only obeys a strong opponent. It could be taken for granted to follow Zeros with overwhelming strength.

He is also excellent as a home guard and will definitely be instantly killed if accidentally put into a thief.

Somehow the previous owner was a Level 200 ex-mercenary, rank A in guild rank. Fighting such a person every day will make you stronger, even if you don't like it.

Level up isn't just about killing each other.

Illis knocks lightly at the door of the house.

"Uncle, are you there? Illis, though."

'It's open, so you can come in. I can't get my hands off it right now...'

Apparently, I'm working on something and I'm busy, so I'm confused about going in for a moment, but my life also hangs on Illis.

I can't go to the memorial dungeon attack without some change of direction here.

When she opened the door, saying, 'Sorry to disturb you.' The old man was producing something completely out of tune with the fantasy world.

Metal frame and mounted engine and thought machine. We checked the number of parts and wheels placed unwrought around it and found that it was a "bike".

Besides, it looks like an off-road type at first glance, but the frame itself is also martial bone because the wheels are not mounted with a large exterior. However, parts that looked like magic props were incorporated everywhere. Obviously a 1000 CC class.

Appraisal of the exterior parts does not even give the name, but the shape suggests it is like a dragon crust. And by the time it's evil, it's pitch black. Once completed, video floats in the back of my brain that looks refreshing as some rider transforms.

The old man had broken his fantasy worldview by the brilliant.

"... uncle. Why are you building motorcycles?

"I didn't think I needed it, I made it as my hobby went. The bike was hanging out with your neighbor, Ichinose, so we know everything about the structure, and we don't have to worry about fuel because it's a magical world."

"Who, that man! It's a fantasy world!? It's a world of swords and magic!! Why are you trying to break that dream?!

"What are you talking about? Even in the sword and magic world, cars and motorcycles came out, and at the end of the day, they swept the fantasy world all the way to the air battleships and airships and fighters? There were robots in some of the pieces."

"Ugh... sure. But this world is an unexplored, developing world, so you don't have to suddenly make something so near-future."

Completely technical cheat.

However, since the person is not willing to sell it, the world background of medieval fantasy is likely to be protected for a while.

The old man, who could even build a tank if he wanted to, used modern technology all over his hobby with half the fun. However, since it is only within the scope of my hobby, it is not likely to be a problem.

It's just that Iris was being beaten down by reality, and he felt so disappointed that he didn't end up in his old man's place. I don't have the right to criticize Zeros for behaving badly at my pace and not reading the air, but the unspeakable emotions swirl at Illis, who was looking to the fantasy world for dreams and adventures.

"Uncle, do you ride this bike and play card games? Something about the shape, it looks like a sole."

"Ah... Was there a sole......, I would have lost it. I think I can do it. Rebuild it now..."

"Hey, it's a joke, hey!? Stop it, in the fantasy world 'AKO RALATION!!' And screaming, playing a fierce card battle!

"Recently, [Fusion] Ya [Rank Up] Ya, there's a lot going on. I may not be able to handle it all...... But is there room for thought..."

"I'm serious!? What does your uncle want from this world!? Stop breaking the worldview!!

The old man was serious about it.

I felt that using [Arcana], which creates the demon of use, I would be able to imitate the summons, and with some program incorporated, I could do the superior summons. The safety aspect must also be taken into account because the problem will be a serious (bee) battle.

Because the user demon will be strong according to the level of users of [Arcana], even miscellaneous fish monsters, assuming the old man is a summons, will show the strength of the Las Boss class.

It is possible to limit the strength by setting [Arcana], but the magic formula becomes a complex object. It's not a magical formula that fits with a small card that you summon.

"It's hard. To write a precise magic formula is no longer possible in people's hands... Do you want to build a dedicated machine? Fortunately, I've programmed robotic arms before..."

"Please, stop! Don't break the fantasy world any more!!

"... isn't that cartoon, in a way, fantastic, too? It's strange it's going to be a battle that hung the world in card games for some reason. With that said, both the comma and some battery racing car somehow develop the world into another battle hanging, why? Ah, there were some robots fighting in cardboard. Aren't you able to fight, Mr. Ho O Hoi?

"Why are you so familiar with cartoons!? Besides, Mr. Hoi Oui aims at pest control! Don't drive me into a battle that hung the world!!

The fantasy world in which the golem could be made was one in which cartoons could be reproduced, depending on what you did.

Behind his old man's brain was a battle in a cardboard, and Hoyho O, who had destroyed all his robots and stood at the top, appeared to posing cutely and cool.

"Yabe... do it!! I want to see, the strongest O Ihoy!!

"Are some cardboard robots pests?!? Are you treating me like a pest that will be exterminated by Ho Ho Ho!?

"... in a way, you can't beat the pest to the end, can you? I'm a weapon. Seriously......"

"... undeniable. It was being made and used for assassinations."

It was a moment when I was sure that if this old man really moved, the world would be in turmoil.

At the same time, Illis would like to see the strongest O Iho O too.

Iris loves cute things.

However, at the time of the battle within a cardboard, Mr. Oui and Mr. Oui had not yet realized that they would join the weapons.

"With that said... Using your combat skills can turn football into a vicious game too ~"

"I can't do that, 'cause it's like playing football at Ning Lo Kung Fu!? Besides, sports should be at war too!? Scary, the fantasy world seems like a very dangerous world!!

"Like a junior high football team, developing into a timeless battle within it"

"Stop, really... Was the fantasy world a dangerous world that made the product of fantasy a reality?

"Mr. Iris... what people can think of in a fantasy is something that is possible in real life, if only with technology, right? Old phones were also somewhat larger, but now they fit palm sizes, and technology is something that always goes with advances. For better or worse."

"People trying to break the worldview, don't say it with a serious face!!

It was Iris, who knew the dangers of the fantasy world in a different direction.

Only the existence of magic, which should also be called seriously-clean energy, once started to improve, technology developed and went endlessly, and it is in all likelihood visible that a war involving the world will break out.

If someone else generates technology even if the old man doesn't do it, he uses it to further develop it.

It's the difference between slow or early, and any of them will definitely go into that phase. Because people's history is also the history of war......

"By the way, what's going on today?

"Yeah, my chot life is getting painful, so I thought I'd teach my uncle alchemy... Looks like my uncle was taking it in."

"That was just fine. Actually, you asked me to escort you, and I thought I'd invite the Iris and the others. Because it's better to have more people."

"Escort request? Do you even escort the lord?

"That's right. Close, but the escort is a different person. Actually..."

And what the request is told from the old man's mouth.

The escort is one of the lord's sons, Zveit. You will participate as a guard in the practical training conducted at the Istol School of Magic and will protect the target person during that period.

The problem is that each of the mercenaries is under the protection of another college student, and it is not known if they can withhold beside the escort, Zveit, and the manpower is limited to a certain amount.

Always in a position to keep in touch and be ready to rush to the scene at any time.

The Iris are at the same time escorts and become the eyes of Zeros, and it is their role to be the first to inform them when the raid occurs.

Fortunately, Illis had high enemy skills, and the old man was making motorcycles so that he could make a field expedition.

"Uncle... we don't have a choice, do we? You knew life was hard and you got a request?

"You're free to say no, aren't you? It's a dangerous job, so I can't force you, and we'll get three of our strongest escorts out of here..."

"What are the three... With those hens, don't we need them?

"I've already crossed 300 levels in recent workouts, and if it evolves, it's Cocatrice, so hey. It's also highly resistant to poison, so it's a powerful escort in a way. Just..."

"Just what? Is there a problem? So you say, chickens, you're not getting stronger!?

"He seems to like to fight, so he's too obsessed with dealing with other demons, and he's going to forget about the escort. Because I'm a root militant..."

"Birds don't... Maybe it's forgetful."

The chickens don't forget everything if they walk three steps, but when they get hot, they tend to be invisible around them.

We need to make up for that shortcoming, but we just chose the Iris as its personnel. If you refuse to ask me, I just asked you out so easily that I wouldn't mind.

"By the way, what happened to the other two? I don't care what you think, I think Lena and Journey are having a hard time living, too."

"Mr. Journe is going to help Mr. Luceris. Lena... where and what are you doing?"

"Probably... you're playing nani. During this time, did you see him come out of the inn? with a few teenagers......"

"You couldn't contain the hot lust that bursts... What are you doing when your life is tough?"

Journey was like a raven and a horn, and Lena was quite a runaway. You can say you're true to your desires.

The thought of seeking blue fruit is somewhat more perverse than overripe fruit. But in this world it is acceptable to some extent, marriage can start when a man is fourteen and a woman is thirteen.

Iris can also marry but he is old, but he is aware that he has modern knowledge but is therefore still early, and now he wants to live the way he wants to. So I don't really think about the future.

But there are troublesome diseases in this world, and all this will not heal with any medication.

Anyway, it's like a habit stained with the backbone of an organism, and once activated, it not only runs wild, but if you do it poorly, you don't end up dying socially.

"As I said before, you should have a side job, right? It's not like a game here. It's a tough reality."

"Yeah, I already figured that out... It's a world where you can't live with magic."

"The same goes for alchemy, but it's also better to be able to make some magic props. I just can get auxiliary magic into the demon stone, and if it's clever, I wonder if I can make that kind of performance demon guide right away?

"I feel like I can do a lot of things. But why wouldn't my uncle use that technology to do business?

"If I make it, there's a lot of bad stuff out there. Mostly explosives, explosives, explosives."

"Explosives only!?

[Black exterminator] was pushing the terrorist route.

Props with auxiliary magic can also be made as many as are simple objects, but given the epochal context of this world, it becomes excessive performance. In that case, it is a celebrity.

I don't feel comfortable making auxiliary items before then. This time, I had no choice but to make it according to the request, but I like to make items that I'm kidding about. For example, they only made troublesome substitutes such as adding troublesome curses while at the same time giving them high performance defense abilities.

The cliché of the time in the game age said, 'Come on, choose. It was either accepting a vicious curse at the same time as breaking performance, or getting a stuffed curse with tiny performance......'.

The street name given is ["Merchant"], or ["Merchant"]. He says, however, that his identity was wrapped in a veil of mystery.

"Tell me something easier than that. I have the herbs, but I don't know how to prepare them from there."

"Well, that's good. Wound pills will make it easy, and if you mix demon stone powder with magic, it will be more potent, so if you sell it, it will be quite?

"How much can you sell it for?

"I don't know the general market. I've never bought potions before. I was working with my buddies to produce it, so I was the one selling it the other way around. Haven't you heard the rumors about [obnoxious traffickers]?

"Yes! That was my uncle!? I heard you were selling some pretty vicious, weird items?

"Exactly." We are, but hey. We were all making money sharing our activities. I miss you...... "

The insanity of the [exterminators] who know it again.

Even with such a nasty, everyday conversation, Iris asks his old man to teach him how to formulate herbs.

For the record... On this day, Illis remembered [conditioning], which is also a skill in production jobs. If you increase your level of blending skills because you are also a magician, you will eventually develop into alchemy.

The old man assembled a motorcycle beside teaching Illis how to cook, and by the time Illis learned how to make wound pills, he had done it. When we collect the bike to the inventory at dusk, we go out in a mood.

I guess it was an accumulation of driving tests.

One middle-aged man gets windy.

Later rumors spread that 'a pitch-black demon runs through the streets at super high speeds', but the old man has no reason to know.

Beech through the wagons of the merchants going down the street and the early horses of the Knights, Zeros becomes a Highway Star.

The Knights, mistaken for demons, came after us, but no one chased the bike the old man manipulated.

The horsepower is too different in the first place, so I can't help it.

A pitch-black whirlwind rushes through the streets that day.

Leaving a delightful laugh like an idiot......

For the record, I noticed that the bike brakes were not advantageous on the way, so I had to keep running until the magic that was fuel ran out...

Seems I could only laugh because there is no way to exchange money for an old man more than the bike can't be stopped.

Later the old man said, 'I was scared... No, seriously, I thought I was going to die...' he muttered.

I remembered that pre-driving performance checks and tests were important, but I said that it was now...

In the end, he returned on foot, and by the time he returned to the city, it was the early morning of the next day.

He came back walking all night through the long streets of Farfuran.