Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

There was a port of the Kingdom of Rattana so close to the Wang capital.

But there were no ships to Sauran, and I didn't even plan to sail in.

The collector will go for the port of Eurifranz with the snow and white. Then there would be a ship to Sauran.

The treasurer and the snow white make their way to Marnova, the port of Eurifranz.

It was the itinerary of the collectors who just bought a terrible mess of maps, but they go almost along the straight line as if it were some bad roads and other training consistency. The fatally dangerous places were properly avoided by snow and white, but otherwise used to enhance the survival capacity of the collectors with exquisite additions and subtractions that did not live and kill.

We passed some small countries, but the collectors stayed away from people.

I'm just saying the crowd was annoying somehow.

Still, I never got bored bartering with tattooed mountain peoples, completely treading through small ruins like no one knows' King 'exits, or fighting the warcraft that Snow White occasionally catches at the root.

For the collectors, who had never been abroad in the first place, even in Japan, the itinerary from the Kingdom of Rattana in the South to Eurifranz, said to be the northern front door, was a pleasant one because there was no need to rush like Oslo from Salehad.

Except for the silent pressure of snow and white urging the brush.

Snow White's favorite brush flowed into the sea with the trunk.

The status quo is substituted with a brush made from the warcraft hairs of pigs hunted along the way, but it was only substitute and ultimately not satisfactory to Snow White.

In the first place, we have advanced through jungles, wetlands and rugged forest mountainous areas, but we cannot help it because there are no deer or horse-based warcraft with the hairs that Snow White seems to like.

But the keeper looked at the meadow spreading in front of him, expecting there to be horses and deer warcraft here.

There was also a slight view of the forest entrance far beyond the meadow, as tall as the chest of the treasurer.

Horses running through meadows. Deer drinking lake water in the woods.

It was a meadow or forest that such an image could easily evoke.

The map shows that this is the Autonomous Region of Baruch, which is already part of Eurifranz. If you crossed that forest, you would have seen the city.

The wind blew through.

The grass was still blue, but there was a slight mixture of dead grass smells.

The more northward from the Kingdom of Rattana, the slighter the temperature dropped.

In addition to the regional ones, it is now the 80th day of the Zhu Moon.

Temperatures will drop at once if you enter the white moon, and snow will shine in Salehad if you cross the middle moon of the white moon.

In preparation for the diminishing white moon, the Warcraft should be active.

The treasurer flutters the adorable little ears of the snow white that seem somewhere restless at the signs of the little warcraft he feels there in the meadow.

Snow White, although somewhat grumpy, leaves himself to it.

"Horsey guy or deer guy would be nice"

Snow White looks up at the treasurer in that word.

If there was a Soitz, it would be a brush, but the keeper laughs bitterly at the look (kao) of the snow white.

Snow white that was somewhere grumpy from the Kingdom of Rattana. Maybe it's stressful.

Just a brush, just a brush.

It was a painful journey.

Ignoring any small warcraft that would normally play after them appropriately, Snow White completely killed the signs and walked out in a low profile.

It is a genuine hunting attitude.

The collectors also hold back the signs as best they can, followed by snow and white.

In the end, how to kill signs that don't extend to snow and white.

But maybe that was a good idea this time.

The collector is abruptly shot through an intense gaze.

A giant horse stood dignified on the meadow, not even hiding himself.

The black body was bigger than the snow and white comparable to the large tiger, even with the exception of the legs, with six muscular uplifting tough legs, and the back-grown tategami swayed like a pneumonia.

Above all, its light was entirely that of carnivores, not as calm as herbivores.

There was a force that could be comparable to snow and white.

But the six-legged Horse Warcraft thinks there is only a keeper here.

Unwary, they're trying to prey on the possessor.

Already snow and white are not within the perception of the collector.

The collector didn't even know when it disappeared.

At this point the battle had been decided.

All you have to do is be a treasurer.

There is no denying it.

If this makes Snow White in a better mood, there's nothing like enduring it.

Compared to the grumpy glance of snow and white gleaming in the middle of the night, which I woke up to see, it is an untrue truth that there is nothing terrible or manageable, such as the starving glance of a carnivorous horse warcraft.

I felt like a horse.

A horse warcraft that runs wildly.

And disappeared in front of the collector so that the mirage could scratch off.

The collector sets up a round shield of ice warriors and expands the ball walls of ice soil. The first barrier, which is an autonomous physical barrier like a shelter invisible to its interior, and the second barrier, which is a life-physical barrier like skin (skin), have also been deployed.

Only the sound of the hooves kicking the ground looms.

The sound of hooves resounding to the heart stirs tension.

I can't grasp the position at all.

Suddenly, a volcanic bullet-like body hit from behind.

The ice-soil wall was destroyed as it was blown up, penetrating the first barrier and also destroying the second barrier.

It is an outrageous warcraft.

Four barriers have been breached, and the impact of the twitching snow and white body has been transmitted.

It is an awesome mass.

The giant body of a horse warcraft overlooking the treasurer shakes up his tough front leg.

A giant hoof struck the head of the treasurer.

But suddenly a horse warcraft was overthrown.

He lays down a body that looks heavy and breathes with Hugh, but his neck bone was broken and a bug breath.

It is snow white.

The moment the Horse Warcraft shook his legs down, he ate them down his throat from their sides, pushed them down, and snugly ate them off his throat.

Snow White, who, although presumably a warcraft of the same magnitude, traveled with the Zodiac, and has secretly fought warcraft from all over the place without the knowledge of the Zodiac, literally grinding his fangs.

Most importantly, I had an obsession with brushes.

Snow White only saw horse warcraft as a brush.

Neither his power as a warcraft nor his position as a predator was already equal.

- The brush is exposed from the side.

A giant green shadow with violent wind noises in front of them made long blue grass go by.

There were no horse warcraft carcasses, and when the collector finally followed with his eyes after the giant green shadow in such a manner, surprisingly, he could still confirm his appearance.

Flirting, I was flying.

Apparently, the prey was too big.

The killer who embezzled the snow and white prey.

It was a cloudy green flying dragon with big wings.

For the first time in this world, the zodiac saw what could be called a decent dragon.

A pair of large wings that superiorly exceed that on a body that is likely to have one adult male on board.

Scaled body surface that looks stiff as a goth.

Around the neck there are hyenas like male lions, and the dull images that are common in dinosaurs do not even feel fine dust.

The collector was a little, touched.

Such a nonstandard creature flies through the sky.

But our non-standard partner was staring at the sky.

Without emotion, with swordswallowing eyes.

I didn't know if I had blue muscles standing on that face, from above my fluffy white hair, but I felt only that anger was hissing.

I even felt the temperature drop even further.

Snow White turns his quiet grey golden eyes on the collector, and urges him to get on his back.

The treasurer crosses without defiance.

The journey from the Kingdom of Rattana would have been quicker if we had been able to ride snow and white.

Snow and white have also grown in body, so they won't let me ride, but they are basically a training priority and won't make it any easier.

That's what I said, get in.

If the collector crosses, the snow and white tail wraps around his belly.

The collector clung firmly to the snow and white.

Snow White is serious.

I was plundered with prey in front of me.

That seems to have deeply damaged Snow White's retention.

Snow white rushes away as the collector clings to it.

One step, and the second, reached the highest speed as early as possible.

Flirting flying dragons, snow and white rush through the meadows.

Fei Long was about to plug over the forest.

I don't see how I noticed snow white running without sound.

It was already in range.

Snow white jumped.

On the back of a flying dragon far above, snow and white jumped, not even via a poisonous tail.

Feilong, the champion of the sky, was confused by a sudden raid that he had never even assumed.

A tough nail pain thrust through his back clapped at it.

A roaring gunshot.

I had never even heard that sound.

The scales at the roots of the wings were crushed and the flesh was decided.

I didn't know what it was.

This is my territory, I have no one to fear.

For some reason this prey, which was dead, is not the one you fear, though you cannot hunt if you live.

People.

Or, a white beast?

Without knowing their opponents, the Feilongs crashed.

Snow White stomped the head of a flighty dragon with his front leg,

- Gooooo.

With a single bark, I suppressed.

Fei Long stiffened his body and somehow pinched his long tail between his crotches.

Apparently Snow White likes this style of subjugating prey.

He also suppressed it this way when he caught a young man of the bird race.

Still nothing to say? But I said so. I'm looking down at Fei Long.

Fei Long, which varies individually from region to region, is also considered to have the same difficulty of crusading as Irnik.

Crusade difficulty is increased due to the characteristics of flying, but Ilnik will still be eligible considering that crusade difficulty is also increased due to its secrecy.

However, Ilnik, Snow White, has been trained and further taught the knowledge of the collector.

I still couldn't deal with just a flying dragon.

"So, what do we do? Want some?"

A collector descends from the snow white and asks Snow White as he strips away the skins, hyenas, and tails of the horse warcraft flanked by the Fei Long. I was concerned about something called the flesh of a flying dragon, a kind of dragon in the bend.

More gourmet snow and white than a collector. That would be the same.

Is it delicious, Snow White, pointing your gaze at Fei Long?

Oh, I hope it's not delicious. I'm so frightened of the dragon.

I wonder if the champion of the sky would be okay with that, but if he was stunned by the now rolling snow white with the zodiac, he would pierce his head for life.

Snow White's gaze stops around Fei Long's neck.

A hyena as fine as a male lion was there.

Snow White sees the Zodiac.

He complained with his eyes that he wanted this too.

The treasurer approaches the dragon as he says.

But Snow White focuses on the front leg to suppress Fei Long, who is slightly dizzy even if he is cold.

You can shut up and get mowed.

The collector mows the hyena from its roots with the peeling knife that was in his backpack when he came to this world.

This knife, it doesn't cut anything, but it didn't rust, spill a blade, or anything that would make it cut worse. This peeling knife was very handy for a keeper not too close to the crowd to have to replace it.

The collector then recovers the bullet that devoured the roots of the wings.

When he decided on the wound, Fei Long was slightly ravaged by the pain, but there Snow White made him grovel by stepping on his head again.

A flying dragon that has been nicely mowed hyena.

It also looks a little like tears.

Did Snow White satisfy himself with that, freeing the Fei Long?

Freed from heavy pressure in many ways, the flying dragon flew into the sky with the other body.

That should be called a Fei Long? The wounds on the roots of the wings already blocked and seemed unobstructed to fly.

Snow White was wearing on the guts of a horse warcraft that the collector had dismantled, as if he didn't care anymore about such a flying dragon or something. Meat is already in the food backpack.

Snow and white ate their guts, but only their eyes were directed toward the tail and hyena of the horse warcraft and hyena, the hyena of the flying dragon, at the hand of the possessor.

The hyena of the flying dragon was the hardest to touch, and the hyena of the horse warcraft was smoother but firmer than silk. The tail of the Horse Warcraft is two intermediate hits. None of this was going to be a good brush compared to the warcraft I've ever encountered.

The collector finally pulled out the strength of his body.

There was also snow-white grumpy pressure, but more so because he felt a number of fierce glances from the woods so close to where he crashed the flying dragon.

Yes, Snow White didn't let anything escape in a spirit of fraternity.

I felt the gaze of the other dragons from the woods.

Fei Long lives in herds.

I would have retaliated if anything had happened to my fellow herds, but if it had been the hyena that had been freed, I guess I decided I didn't need to fight.

It is also possible to calculate the battle power difference with Snow White, who easily buried his companion. Feilong is belligerent, but highly intelligent.

They don't fight in vain.

I guess I didn't mind dealing with them as snow white, but now I guess I made the brush a priority over fighting annoying opponents.

The collector did not accumulate when caught up in such a rush of flying dragons and snow and white.

Fei Long's gaze disappeared and the collector breathed in relief.

Snow White flattens the guts of horse warcraft, brush yet? and comes the glance of a reminder.

The collector hits a water polo in a bloody face in frustration.

- Ugh.

Amazing snow white.

The collector, satisfied with his pranksmanship, approaches Snow White.

"Wipe the blood."

That's what the collector says, wiping the snow and white all over the red water with a cloth.

Snow White to be wiped off his face as it is done.

My face stretches horizontally and vertically, and the collector gets interesting.

Not to mention a collector who pinches both sides and stretches them out.

"Come on, come on."

A treasurer who laughs without being overwhelmed.

Snow White, who was still stretching and contracting his face, noticed that he was being ridiculed for it.

Snow white with an irritating face.

You wanted me to play so much. I shook the hand of the collector, and I wore it.

I think the collectors have overdone it. Soon, Snow White will come under pressure.

Snow white pressing his head gritty and chewing his whole body even sweeter.

The desperate resistance was also muddled, and the collector was made a snow-white play tool for a while.

After sanctions in the name of skinship, the collectors and snow white decided to camp a little early but in the woods.

to make a brush.

In the meantime, the collector makes three, brushes.

It is a brush of the flying dragon hyena, a brush of the horse hyena, and a brush of the horse tail.

Dry fallen trees, thin walnuts, were quickly found.

Man's hand was like a forest with little in it.

If we find these two, we'll get used to them later.

The wool is washed with water essence magic, dried with fire essence magic, and a brush is created carefully, but quickly.

Snow White is staring at us.

As soon as we can, we have to hurry.

At some point the sun was setting.

The treasurer embodies the fire sperm.

Above the snow and white, nothing strikes the horse warcraft, the keepers who made it smell like a flying dragon.

The forest was closed to quiet darkness.

A keeper who makes brushes at best.

Snow White staring at it.

And finally, the collector completed three brushes.

Snow white rising swollen and lying in front of the treasurer.

The collector grins bitterly, first combing the white hair of the snow and white with the stiffest flying dragon hyena brush.

And after a while, I used a second black-horsetail brush and finally a black-horse hyena brush.

At some point, Snow White was like a big cat with a gnarly, stretched out.

"Which is better"

When the collector heard that, he lifted his tail to his liking and lifted all three brushes.

"... use the three in order,"

Um, snow white snorts greatly as he is.

Flying dragon hyena's brush relaxes twists and hairballs, firmly arranges white hair, and irritates the skin.

The No. 2 brush in black horsetail that finer, cleans white hair, eliminates dust and small debris, and provides gentle irritation.

The third brush of the black horse hyena, shiny on white hair and comfortable to stroke.

The brushes lost were equivalent to the second brush, but the quality of the second brush now was significantly improved.

As a collector, I just have to snort at you.

I'm not in a bad mood if you look this good, or as heavy labor as it gets if you reinforce it.

"... if I had time"

That's how the collector meditated his eyes when he put out the fire elves, keeping his back on the snow white that seemed to lie comfortable.

Sure, Snow White's hair was feeling extraordinarily better.

It took another five days from that forest to reach Bartis, the central city of the Autonomous Region of Baruch, on the eighty-fifth day of the Zhu Moon.

There is strict surveillance of border entry and exit around here, so if you were going to Marnova, you couldn't barely make it through the city as usual.

There are no walls or fences on the border, but there are flying dragons that people cross near the border. Not so many, but it was the toughest border between the Kingdom of Rattana and coming to the Autonomous Region of Baruch.

Malnova was about a day's drive from Bartis here by Warcraft.

The collector thought about going to the association, looking at the fabric bags that swelled in the bread. Come on, my luggage was annoying.

I decided to give Snow White a proper walk.

By the way, I haven't cast a phantom on Snow White.

Sometimes I registered a hunting beast, but sometimes I didn't have so many people to know Ilnik.

Bartis surrounded by dirt walls. It was a quiet city somewhere. He also had the impression that he was being repressed.

"What brings you to Bartis?"

The collector replied to the intimidating words of the gate soldiers,

"To the association. Hunter."

Show tags.

"There is no association in Bartis. If you need help with the association, you can go to Marnova."

Salehad. How dare there be an association in the countryside, but not in Baltis, which looks quite the size.

There's no way the gatekeepers would lie to you that if you went to Marnova, you'd soon find out.

The collector thanked him, and did not enter Bartis, turning back the way.

When you whistle and rendezvous with the snow white, the collector heads to Marnova.

At the border, border soldiers who saw snow and white were surprised, but when they showed a hunter's card, a deep red ring showing the beast, they were able to pass lightly. A local hunter might have taken some time to vet, but hunters traveling were basically slow to vet.

The collector arrives in Marnova in one day.

It took me a day to get to my destination and I went straight without stopping, so I could travel as fast as a regular Warcraft car.

Incidentally, from the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Rattana to Marnova, the collectors arrived in about fifty five days with a flurry stop, but about forty days for ordinary Warcraft cars, twenty-five days when they take on expensive high-speed Warcraft cars that connect the city to the city, and fifteen days when it is a very expensive flying dragon or big bird with one capacity.

The collectors could say it was too early to reach them on foot while stopping by.

In this world where the Warcraft walks wide in the first place, all I like is to walk and try to get from the Kingdom of Rattana to Marnova. I know that too if you go down the street, but there's hardly anyone or anything like that that that breaks through a straight line.

Marnova, visible in the distance, was like a large city surrounded by sturdy stone walls.

They were separated from the merchants with a lot of luggage and otherwise, each lined up in front of the gate.

The collector showed the tag to the gatekeeper, and when he deposited the snow and white in the Warcraft Stables, he entered Marnova.

Snow White was in a good mood all the way to Warcraft Stables after he got the brush, and lay loose without intimidating the other Warcraft. Still, most warcraft got stunned.

When the collector crept through the gate, it smelled of water, and tide.

The strewn streets of the waterways and the large canals, the cluttered crowds, seemed to form an order somewhat.

Stone township on stone folded streets.

It has a somewhat cultural scent and you can also hear music from somewhere in the city.

The collector went to the association in a good mood, re-carrying a cloth bag with Warcraft material, whilst being slightly uked by a melody similar to the classical music he could hear.

The association is said to be relatively close, on a straight line from the gate in every city. The city with several gates was at its midpoint.

It seems that Elida means to make it easier to deal with warcraft and monster (monster) disasters when they occur.

Just like that, there was also a gendarmerie stuffing near the city gates.

A collector who arrived relaxed at the association overlooking the streets.

The association in Marnova was a sturdy building made of stone.

Entering the association through the dawn door, merchants and hunters seemed to be spending their thoughts in the lobby and adjacent cafes, albeit before noon.

The collector headed straight to the buying reception.

Fortunately, there is no appearance of line-up, the collector showed the tag to a female official of the white race who was at the reception and placed a cloth bag on the counter with his back.

"I don't even know his name. I have Warcraft material. Can you find me a proper request?

A female employee of the white race receives a cloth bag without looking concerned about the collector.

"What do you do with the remaining material?

"Leave it. Give me that and a list of copies of the order. Leaf paper costs can vary from reward."

The female employee looked a little surprised by the words of the collector, a copy of the requisition order, but said nothing more, please wait a moment and began to evaluate the material and reconcile the requisition.

Exactly the quantity was high, the collector was put through the back, where several officials waited to finish the work.

"- Is that okay?

When the collector wandered back through the Marnova association, a female official in charge of the collector called out.

"There will be fifteen requests, for a total of twenty thousand ruts. You have fulfilled the criteria for promotion to the Seven Stars (Rubinitia) so you can qualify for the course and exam. This is a list of orders."

That's how I hand the leaf paper to the collector.

The collector glanced all the way through.

"What Rod is a Lutz?

"It hardly changes. It's about one rod."

"Right. That's it. The rest..."

"- That's what I need to talk to you about. I didn't ask for it, but could you let me buy the skin of Mr. Krando's black horse (Fosnecarro) from the association?

Do you mean the six-legged horse?

The collector listens in detail as he speculates so.

"The Black Horse (Fosnecarro) is beyond the territory of the Fei Long, so it's hard to get it."

"How much?

In the words of the treasurer a female official of white race holds the hand of the treasurer and draws it to his chest.

"What about five thousand ruts?"

Female employee staring at the collector with moist eyes.

He's a collector and a man, and if this wasn't an association, he would have fallen with Clari, but now it's a complete job.

My brain was moving relatively smoothly.

It was difficult for Five Thousand Lutz to be considered a fair price because they would purposefully propose buying using a color-rigged method.

"I'm not talking about it. Return all the rest of the material."

When the collector said so without changing his expression, the female official let go of the collector's hand and gave him a grumpy look.

The Marnova woman is arrogant and patient.

There are words like that, but the keeper naturally doesn't know.

When I received the rest of the material early and received only five thousand ruts from the practical experience of just not being close to a Hiss woman, I had the rest put in my account and it was sloppy.

Then I went to the dossier room upstairs, which I heard when I was roaming the association, and I read and fished for information on pompous laws, customs, and warcraft.

According to this, the flying dragon that Snow White took the hyena is a type of flying dragon (Wyburn) called the Green Hyena Fei Dragon (Bernera Wyven) that lives in the dragon mountains across Eurifranz and the Autonomous Region of Baruch.

Fei Long (Wyburn) said that there are some other forms of differences in album, insteka, and sauran. Looks like the Fei Long (Wyburn) in the album is considered a standard species.

Others, such as laws and regulations, do not seem so different from El Rodriana.

The collector left the archives room before it got dark.

Nevertheless, evening was approaching.

Should it be an inn or snow white and wild boarding?

With that in mind, the collector cut down the stairs.

It is then.

"Parental Vengeance, Readiness"

A girl about an acari pointed at the collector, poking a song knife at him.