At the Northern Fort

At first glance, I immediately noticed.

He is certainly someone who doesn't seem to feel comfortable with Kicks or the captain.

Aristocratic elegance is only slightly similar to Mr. Branch Leader, but unlike Mr. Branch Leader, who doesn't decorate it, I also find it disgusting.

"Wance, Nildo, Rhino, well done"

Captain Sarrell spoke in turn to those who were sure, those who seemed to grow up, and those in hood who were not now hooded.

And when I lowered my gaze, I looked at me and Kugarg at the feet of the three of them and opened my eyes gently.

"This is... the child of the Spirit?

Captain Sarrell's voice was as thin as his body shape.

"Is this really the child of the Spirit, Jorg? Really?"

Captain Sarrell, pointing to me and Kugarg, has asked many times who has a neighborhood in his neighboring eyes.

Probably because we dress too funny for the Spirit.

Besides, I have a piece of paper wrapped in biscuits all over me.

A Spirit is a supernatural being closer to God and angels than man to the people of this world. If that were me wearing a sheep's disguise, carrying a rabbit backpack, and looking at myself pepperonically licking the powder of the biscuit on my mouth, I'd say, "Are you sure you're a child of the Spirit?" and I know what it's like to want to be sure.

"You guys must be mistaken for some pet, right?

Captain Sarrell sneered at me, and I was sure - Mr. Wance hastily denied it.

"No, definitely a child of the Spirit. Looks like Cromwell and the others made me wear this costume..."

"Cromwell did? Has he gone insane since he went to the north fort?

I guess the captain of the branch in Captain Sarrell wasn't the kind of character that would make an animal dress like this.

I don't think you'll believe me when I tell you I'm getting other cute pair of feathers shawls.

He's a regular guy who wears an ice mask, but occasionally gets nosebleeds at a time I'm not sure.

"But speaking of Cromwell..."

Captain Sarrell had a dark, bad grin there.

"You won't be spared his disposition in this case. Gaussian, too. Because I made a terrible mistake of being captured by the spiritual child I was with."

So I laughed, "Ha ha," and then I went on like this.

"Now I don't have to feel narrow shoulders from now on, either. Whenever I hear that Cromwell has earned the trust of the Snow Spirit, or that the child is nostalgic for him, 'Why didn't you go to the North Fort yourself?' he will no longer be bewitched by his brother. Cromwell loses his current position and trust from around him, but I get it instead. That way, my brother and the Knights will have to admit me."

"You're right, sir"

Five of the Wangs are nodding deeply at Captain Sarrell, who puts his breasts up in dignity.

I was in a bit of a rush to see how that was going and how well my operation was going.

Sakukukuku and even Captain Sarrell, the mastermind, have reached the king's capital yet, the knights of the ship's eyes who are supposed to be following us?

All that is involved in this case would be the six of us here, except those chimpy-style men who were hired.

All the murderers stay together. I can ask the knights of the eye to come in now... I wonder if it will still take some time.

I don't have a choice, do you want me to try and buy you some time?

With that in mind, I fell asleep on the spot and showed my stomach.

In this way, everyone in the north fort can't help but stroke my stomach.

Even when I'm in a hurry, I'm like, "Uh, I don't have time!" I squirm.

I can't navel heaven well because I have a rabbit backpack with fairies, but I think my belly moffs are even more attractive than the other parts of my body moffs.

Come on, come on.

I usually only let people touch me who have forgiven my heart, but this time it's special because it's an emergency.

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In the upside down scenery, Captain Sarrell and five others look suspicious.

Is that it? That's crazy.

Even though everyone in the north fort would come over with a high voice, "Mill ~", grinning just like this.

Oh, okay!

Now because of my sheep disguise, a fake mockingbird is hiding my moffingbird. This is unexpected.

In other words, if I don't solve this disguise, I won't be able to show off my natural moff-haired charm.

Oh, my God!

I got up in a hurry and struggled to get my clothes off somehow.

I didn't have to remove the button on the side of my stomach, but the hood was already off, and there was no rubber in the sleeve, so I thought I could take it off by myself.

First, I fell off balance trying to pull my right forefoot into my clothes, but I'm not giving up on this much.

Bite and secure the sleeve area while rolling onto the floor and pull the right forefoot again. Now they put it in my clothes well. Free from rabbit backpack shoulder straps as well.

Next time I can chew my left sleeve in the same way and pull my leg in.

Ouch! My hair was chewing with me.

But it worked while sacrificing a dozen hairs. The rabbit backpack also rolls on the floor.

And then you can pull your head in, and if you pull your clothes up, take them off.

Oh, no. My butt is caught.

These clothes don't just cover your torso like a T-shirt. It is designed to be connected to the foot like a worn animal, and a normal dog or cat can make a big deal out of it during excretion.

I can't pull my clothes up and take them off. I just have to take it off from the bottom.

You worried about me wandering around on the floor, Kugarg wandering around in confusion.

When I put my head out normally again from the state I was diving in my clothes, I now put both forelegs out of there in turn.

One arm at a time so you don't get stuck on the way.

Clever, my methods of warfare worked and succeeded in getting my upper body out of my collar safely.

All you have to do is take off the clothes that cover your lower body.

When you get up and raise your back legs one by one, you shake them pimply.

But now the tail is caught and it doesn't fall to my feet.

............... you're tired.

I looked up to Captain Sarrell for a moment. Only use people at times like this.

Around the ship's eye knight, Mr. Teena, and the captain of the subdivision, he immediately helps me to figure out what I want to do, but Captain Sarrell doesn't seem to care much.

"What do you want, this spiritual child..."

I want to take my clothes off, I...

As he approached him hard, Captain Sarrell stepped back, frightened.

"Hey, I haven't been a good dog since my brother chased me when I was a kid."

"Captain Sarrell, the Spirit Child is not a dog, so you'll be fine."

"I know that! But..."

On behalf of Captain Sarrell, who is retreating, Mr. Wance came forward. And he tries to give it to Captain Sarrell by holding me in disguise halfway through.

"I'm fine, Captain Sarrell. Besides, this child of the Spirit needs to be missed by Captain Sarrell. I need to be liked better than Cromwell."

"Oh, yeah..."

Captain Sarrell snorted twice in cold sweat.

And when I swallow the sawdust, I get my hands on this one in a shabby motion. He seems scared of dogs, so I was grown up like a stuffed animal.

Because I don't like it if I get slammed and dropped.

"Here, here?

Captain Sarrell was also a lousy hugger.

Stop holding my arm! I think I'm losing my shoulder.