Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"- You're an unfamiliar face. You came on that boat? Nice, let me talk to you outside. I am Daxing (Darshin), as you can see, a Dragon Chinese. Let's swallow you up for the landing.... What, can't you swallow? Then you should eat. There's no one you can't swallow, but there's no one you can't eat"

The man who named himself Big Star (Darshin) said so with an innocent smile.

He has a slightly drooping, strangely familiar face, with a short, charred brown hair tied behind him. The back length is not so different from that of a collector. The blue bands with matching clothes on their shoulders and draped around their collars and hips resembled Mongolian ethnic costumes.

Without too much subterfuge, the keeper doesn't change his expression, but it's hard. Not so many opponents have counted since they were in Japan to pack their time so far indefensibly.

Franco, who was lying next to me, returns a light mouth.

"There's someone you can't eat, here"

"What are you talking about, I like to swallow and eat?

"... I'm telling you I can't eat that attitude"

"I'm just a poor merchant. I hear that's what you do."

Franco flaunted his shoulder without saying anything.

My attitude is somewhat softer than when I'm underground in the ruins because of my work done.

Big Star turned to the collector,

"You're not diving anymore, are you? It's my luxury today, and you can come with me."

Then I took my arm and pulled.

The natural stuffing of the intermission and the way the arms were taken worked by an unbearable force in words that did not make me feel malicious. It's not forceful, it's not just weak.

When I saw Franco next door, he was following me in silence, and even when I saw the last request and all the snow and white, I was following the word luxury very closely.

He's pretty depressed because he couldn't swallow as much as he wanted on the boat and ended up not being able to break out even in the ruins. It goes without saying that Azlona is snagging on the back of snow and white.

The fact that Snow White was not alert became a toddler, and the collector pulled out of his power, to be made a big star, but left to be pulled.

The ruins of White Misty Mountain are underground as a 'labyrinth' and the ground as a rocky mountain.

The city, which was built through its rocky mountains, was called "Iwaki Cave" and so on in the first place, but it was developed slightly by Longhua and even became known as the current ruins city of "Iwaki City".

The sunset slips away from the brightness made at the top of the wall on Longhua's side. Along with that, a nightclub stretching around the corner of the city lit up a small light with a pompous twist.

Longhua and one-word foreign languages fly across. Much of the miscellaneous hustle and bustle was dragon Chinese, and about 20% of the total was from outside the country.

The collectors were guided to Big Star by a crude nightclub with almost exclusively Dragon Chinese connecting houses.

Big Star calls out to familiar stores from the stand-up stalls, orders an inexpensive drink called black liquor and proper dishes, recommends the chairs around the stalls to the collectors, and sits himself down.

Soon after, the supplying daughter placed a black liquor jug and a liquor bowl on the long desk in front of her, and Big Star filled Franco and the keeper's liquor vessel with liquor.

"- To the odd edge beyond the sea"

Big Star and Franco raise the cup slightly, and the keeper becomes it.

Then the two swallowed it dry in one breath, but the collector shut himself to the strength of that alcohol after just one sip.

And then there's Big Star, Franco, freely pouring liquor from each of the liquor pots on his own.

"So, can I ask your name?

"...... kland. The bigger one is Snow White, the smaller one is Azlona. Both clever. If you don't want to get bit or cry, treat me like I deserve it. If you don't do anything, there's no harm."

"... it's tough to get bitten, but if you cry, you're going to be banned from going in and out"

Ahead of Big Star's gaze was Azlona.

He had already swung his unconscious affection to captivate his supplying daughter, and received a slice of roasted meat to inflate his cheeks. If you even made Azrona cry in this condition, you wouldn't know what she would do to her working daughter.

"Are you okay with your wallet, too?

At the end of the zodiac's gaze, the snow white hits the meat all the way down the belly first.

Otherwise, Big Star was surprised to peel his eyes off.

"... ah, oh. But how."

"Tail. That's a pretty bad habit."

Snow and white, peppering a chunk of meat, spoke ill, peppering and tapping the possessor with his tail, but still staring at Big Star.

Jeez, look.

Don't look.

Is it a good thing or a bad thing that you don't have to tell me what you want to say? Big Star answers even though he thinks so.

"... order as you please"

- Guh.

Snow White rang one with thanks and stuck his neck in the entrance and exit of the narrow stall.

It was only when I first ordered the meat chunks that I screamed small, but I can't see the upset anymore if I'm used to it.

Snow White refers to an iron pan that the old shopkeeper is about to make with its long tail. There was a large chunk of meat fried in oil and sprinkled with sweet vinegar.

"Oh, this. This belongs to another customer, so it's gonna take a while, okay?

- Guru.

Plus the tail points to the liquor pot.

"Aye, take it"

Snow White happily wrapped his tail around the liquor pot and pulled his neck out of the store.

Then the collector began to sip the black liquor, which had only been swallowed with chibi.

Big Star, who was watching the whole thing, turned to the collector like he said he didn't know what face to look like.

I thought for a while that the collector would say it was the usual thing, but I realized it was useless to think about it and told him something else.

"You look like a white race from what I've seen, but a martial artist, no, a seeker?

Hunters, explorers, and mercenaries were all called martial artists in Longhua Country, where there were no hunter associations, explorer guilds, or mercenary brokerage unions.

Here, the collector nods and inquires whether the Seeker is okay.

"What about you?

"A poor merchant around the border. I've been here lately wondering if there's any business crap rolling around, but it's hard.... I was simply interested in the outside world in front of the building, and this is how I talk to all kinds of guys here. Whatever you want, just let me know, okay?

"... even if they say so"

"What are you doing here?"

"- Oh, Big Star, you brought a hell of a lot of money."

Soon, the surroundings were getting noisy.

It was the pig-based beast race in brown armor that appeared to block Big Star's words like he had skinned a pigeon. Unlike the leather armor of the Middle-continent, the part was so flat on the shoulder that it covered both arms, and the armor was struck everywhere.

The man pulls a nearby chair and sits abusively, but his eyes were wary of snow and white.

"Don't worry, you're smarter than the old lady with the high earthquake, and the booze looks stronger."

"Holy shit!

Dunn, a pig-based beast race called High Earthquake on Big Star slammed his fist on the long desk.

"- He was stronger than me. Ah, what do you mean!

"... there it is"

Big Star laughs with pleasure.

"It's gonna be tougher to find a retard than this one."

"Sure, the liquor is strong, but your head will be stuck with the little one."

"Oops."

Both middle-aged martial artists who were gathered sometime get in properly, but the high earthquake even admits it himself, and a gahahaha and a big laugh happens.

Martial artists, merchants and wives appear one after the other to speak to Big Star and sometimes to participate in its rings. There are many dressed people who don't look very wealthy, but Big Star is happily transferring words. Soon Big Star was at the centre and the banquet was turning.

With such a sight in view, the collector was still on guard, and the liquor was pinching a cup of swallowed and proper dishes. Vigilance towards humans at first sight, no. Is it just a people-to-people thing?

You guessed the temperament of such a treasurer, and Big Star didn't seem to dare get involved. If we get closer now, the people around us will also be involved in the collectors.

There a high earthquake, a martial artist of the porcine beast race, approached the treasurer, who sat alone,

"- Swallow."

I poured the liquor into the collector's liquor container, which was empty. He was concerned about the high earthquake due to the fact that he was with Big Star.

The collector only took one bite of the poured black liquor, contained it in his mouth to the point of wetting his lips, and placed the liquor bowl in a cot.

A high earthquake that looks uncomfortable with it.

"... you can't swallow it"

"I can't swallow. I'm not very good at booze."

The words should make sense, but the meaning seems to be eating wrong, and the high earthquake glances at the zodiac with a drunken eye.

Black liquor is strong.

Stronger than the distilled liquor (vogilla) swallowed by the collector in El Rodriana. The strength of its alcohol and the bitterness that lingers on its tongue just takes a sip and wrinkles between its brows.

But the first glass of alcohol offered by the elderly must be drunk up. If I couldn't swallow, I had to lay low on my swallowed cup.

It is the social custom of the Dragon Chinese that if they swallow in large numbers, they should enjoy and recommend each other to swallow. That was all the more so if it had been recommended by the elderly.

Though the collector naturally has no reason to know that.

"- Fair enough, old man. Klund just arrived today, and he doesn't know how to behave here."

Big Star, who was talking to both men, sensibly senses the disturbing air and goes in between.

"Today? I don't know. Hey, this is Ryu Hwa. The one who can't follow Ryu Hwa's routine. Go home!

The high earthquake had blood on his head.

Some parts are racially angry, but it is also a sight that is occasionally seen in the ruins of White Misty Mountain. It's called cultural friction.

"... right"

The collector looks back into the eyes of a high earthquake, never, and tries to take a seat.

I didn't like the half-eye of a drooling drunk, but I'm not threatened. but if there's no reason to dare dispute, there's no reason to stay here.

But in the end, I couldn't stand. I no longer need to stand.

- A long tail grabbed the cup on the long desk and swallowed it dry.

Snow White presents the cup as it is to a high earthquake.

Give me more.

Even if you don't know the words, there's no way you don't know what drinking means by that behavior.

Forgetting also that the high earthquake alerts Snow White, a foolish big warcraft, pours the liquor pot liquor so that it is barely pressured by the cup offered.

But the poured liquor cup was gently placed on the table, and when Snow White took the liquor pot from his high-seismic hand, he tilted it at once.

Snow White's throat makes a noisy noise and smokes black liquor. It was like swallowing whole birds or ravens.

They all stared at the appearance of a warcraft that was more realistic than a single width hanging axis, eating snow and white.

It's not something you can do like take a breath of black liquor in every liquor pot.

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Snow White, swallowed up the liquor pot, turned a provocative eye to the high earthquake.

The high earthquake just forgot about the collector and yelled.

- Hey, Grandpa, it's booze, give me every pot.

I read the air. My servant's daughter immediately brings black liquor.

Upon receiving it abusively, the high earthquake glanced at the snow and then at the liquor pot.

He swallows the liquor as a large martial artist, a high earthquake, overflows the black liquor from the edge of his mouth.

He spilled sloppy black liquor from the edge of his mouth, and let go of his mouth from the kettle.

Niyali, and directed a provocative grin at Snow White, but fell. A high earthquake that involves a desk or chair and collapses with a bright red face.

"Come on, don't lose by sticking with the demon beast"

"You're really smart. You're wrong compared to a tall guy."

"All right, swallow, swallow"

The men didn't look like they cared about it, and when they pulled off their high seismic feet for two and threw them appropriately in the dark in the corner, they put the table and chair back together.

And as if nothing had happened, I crossed the snow and started swallowing again.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Grandma's a bad alcoholic and she's short tempered."

Apologize for the delay in getting Big Star in between.

"... never mind. It's just a difference in habits, you know."

Exactly. A collector who was also starting to get used to these things when he flowed through so many different areas. Either way, I don't get all the habits, but with it, I keep bending my umbilical cord.

That and unconscious, but I was beginning to be interested in this person named Big Star.

"Right.... By the way, can I ask why you're here in this country?

"I'm going to Sauran. I want to see the desert."

"Heh, that means you've been around for a while. And the desert? It's also in the eastern part of Longhua, but you can't go outside. Looks like you speak Dragon Hua, too, and you're related to the residence?

Words like putting exploration in, but that doesn't look like Big Star. It just feels like pure listening.

And the zodiac also just realized that Big Star was speaking in Ryuhua, not Eurifranz. I was delayed in realizing that I had changed my language because my ability to translate makes sense. It can be said that Big Star's Eurifranz language was so fluent.

"It's just... a former displaced. I was lucky enough to get I.D., hunter and just become an explorer. I stopped having trouble eating because of the snow white and I only studied because I had time. You speak Eurifranz very well, too."

The Zao man told the truth that it was troublesome to be searched for a belly that didn't even hurt.

But Big Star returned the word without showing any reaction when he heard of the displaced.

"Immerse yourself here and talk persistently to Franco and the other Seekers -"

"- Nah, it's hard to talk to. Swallow."

Big star blocked from words and caught with both middle-aged old men. There was also snow and white there, swallowed silently, eating.

The collector drops off Big Star in the wind that he doesn't care.

Under the dazzling lantern, Big Star and the man both talk foolishly, Snow White compares to the drunk to swallow, and Azlona also eats the knobs of the table with the cucumber looking delicious. Occasionally, the servant's daughter and the martial artist-like woman stroked the hyena and fed it.

I always think of the collector, but it was nice to see Snow White and Azrona being accepted. Being familiar with a person's society is not enough.

The moment when the snow whites tame and finally have a hunch that their 'beginnings' will begin in their beginnings with that society is not something I get tired of seeing over and over again.

One of the collectors enjoys looking out at the wheel.

The hustle and bustle around him, the raw night breeze that blew in and out of somewhere, the smell of scorched soy sauce and the smell of fried oil, wasn't bad. When I was in Japan, it seemed like a lonely, intoxicated hot night watching the summer festival, and I even felt nostalgic.

Then I heard something.

It is a stretchy tone that rubs strings.

The treasurer, who had entrusted himself to mild intoxication and nostalgia, deafened to the sound.

The wind was blowing.

The endless Ethereal Dome is spreading and rocking the blue meadows.

Only one horse runs through its skies and the confines of the earth.

Run, run, run.

Forever, I'll run.

The investigation, which made even nostalgia and pity on a meadow that I had never seen, made the collector dream of such a scene.

Who is playing?

The collector searched for where the music came from.

A woman sat a short distance from the nightclub.

Reindeer (Reindeer) Beast Race, Deer People if you call it Dragon Hua style.

White antlers and small deer ears similar to birch branches. Straight-cut forehead and hair up to the waist are white. Though soft, he was giving signs of Rin.

A bright blue band is shown in the costume with an embroidered orange daihua on the red.

It was the same type of clothing as Big Star, with no exposure, but the more perfect fabric floated up the lines of an even body, as if it were even another costume.

The woman sits with her legs closed, instrumental on her knees, left-handed on her chin, and grips a bouncing bow with two bow hairs on her right hand. (d) The total length of the instrument put on the knee, called the bow Erhu, was also about the tip of the woman's horn.

She was a beautiful woman.

Not only the sound, but also the beautifully stretched spine, and its tricks of playing the instrument.

Everyone was listening when they realized how much they were listening.

Rough, soldier, Franco, Big Star, even Snow White and Azrona.

And there's one song, it ends.

The woman looked around and then played the bow again.

Now it was a minor song, as if the pony would be trapped in the meadow.

The men swallow with pleasure.

The hustle and bustle came back.

I don't know how much he was doing. The collectors look for the snow whites so they can wake up from their dreams.

They are both given meat and booze and are perfectly hollow drunk.

"... who let Azlona drink"

Azlona fluttered her head, moisturizing the big one,

- Gyeong-goo-goo-goo-goo?

He was making a chirping noise like he'd never even heard from behind his throat.

When the collector looked in the order of Gitri and Franco, Big Star and Snow White, Big Star and Snow White strayed his eyes.

A frightening collector.

Hold Azlona, who rowed the ship. While the collector was immersed in the song and the woman, he seemed to have been totally snagged and his neck was stretched with Kurt instead of his tail.

The lights in the nightclub go out pounding, and Mountain Qi Cave dims just for that matter. Many stores close roughly around the day without being open for 24 hours. The gates for entering and exiting the ruins of White Misty Mountain were already closed.

But the men are still swallowing.

If you can go out with me, the keeper pulls a snowy tail pointing his still uncluttered eyes at the liquor pot, forming it in the corner of the nightclub house.

Looking for an inn now was a hassle and I was going to reveal the night here.

I turn my back on Snow White, who finally gave up booze, holding Azrona, who was completely drunk and fell asleep.

Second, I saw the chair the woman was sitting in.

The woman who was playing the two-bowed ni hu, no more. He left before the ruins gate closed.

On her return, the woman weaved a blue coat.

The coat was worn by a man of northern style. It was a rough jacket, but the contrast with a tight red outfit without exposure was very noticeable.

No one is dressed like that around me. The people of Ichii dressed a little more loosely, like Big Star, and the shades were plain.

It was refreshing for a woman to wear a man and a dragon Chinese to wear a northern style.

The collector looked at the figure with a thin, drunk head.

The next morning, the builder, sleeping with snow and white on his back at the end of the nightclub, woke up to a cold stream of air.

I get drunk, I look around exactly how I said corpse after corpse, I laugh bitterly, I get up and I walk pompous somehow.

The bustle of the morning had already begun.

The morning market was full of business people and martial arts artists in Rocky Street. You can see merchants and Northerners inside because you think they're from outside.

The collector intends to dive today, walking through the morning market wondering what he needs.

Hard buns were lined up for foreigners and sashimi rice was lined up for dragon Chinese martial artists. Besides, portable food in the ruins such as rock salt and soy sand condiments is sold. Sasaki rice is grains that are mainly rice, steamed together with sasaki, and dried.

The collector left it to his curiosity to try to buy soy sand, rock salt and sakura rice at the store owner's word, and was stopped by Big Star, who would have rolled to the side of the road until earlier.

"I don't know what it's like to be a foreign country, but here you lose money when you buy it in words"

When I said that and quickly heard the amount I needed from the collector, I interacted with two or three and bought them for less than half the price of the saying.

Incidentally, the local currency held by the collector was obtained by having the mercenary captain buy out the material of the Spotted Sea Serpent. It was about the minimum cost of living for the next ship to leave.

One penny is a thousand pieces of silver.

A piece of silver is a hundred pieces, and a hoof is gold.

If each currency is to be classified in detail, there may also be semi-cyclic silver, quadri-cyclic silver, large hoof gold, etc.

Many of the common people and others had enough money. Sometimes it's about ring silver that many people have never had, such as hoof gold, and they don't even need it.

Say thank you to Big Star and take charge of the freshly bought food he had put in his cloth bag in front of him. It was only after entering the ruins that it was placed in the food backpack, as it was extremely unnatural, such as entering the ruins without food.

"How long are you planning to dive?

"Three days."

Big Star thinks a little before

"- Right. We'll swallow again when we have time. Now I want to know what's going on out there, so be quiet."

"... if split"

Big stars get pompous on the words of the collector.

"Luxury is creepy."

"... Oh, yeah, if that's okay"

Bye, and the collector turned back his heel.

From behind, Snow White snags Azrona on her back, who is hangover, follows her with a firm foothold that doesn't even make her feel fine dust, such as she was drunk compared to all ten swallows last night.

Unexpectedly, Big Star's hip was pounded.

Big Star stunned at his tail, which he didn't even feel any sign of, and he figured out why the meaning of the eyes Snow White had been turning to.

It's a good place to drink.

What a human smelling snow and white, Big Star was found on the backs of the collectors.

Once again in the Explorer Guild's library, the collector examined an overview of the ruins of White Misty Mountain and the warcraft that inhabited it, and bought maps from the ground to the fifth floor, which he was selling for a cheap price.

If the tools to bring in are the same as last time, there is no need for a record, and the collector stepped inside the ruins without hassle.

The Caveman proceeds through the cave.

There is no searcher-like purpose such as complete trespassing or ruin treasure.

I became an explorer because I earned cash without getting into more trouble than a hunter.

Strongly speaking, to the extent that I wish I had snake-bellied armor to protect Azlona's abdomen, diving the ruins was to develop the art of living without being seen by anyone.

Too, it was an unprotected walk.

The collector stepped down to the two layers early at a rushing speed, but was proceeding through the two layers without speeding.

We knew from the information on the map that there were no major traps on the two levels, but there was no doubt that other searchers and martial arts artists would be able to see them.

An arrow suddenly jumped from the cave wall and pierced the side of the collector.

I haven't even explored the existence of a trap, so it was natural.

"Hmm?"

But the collector stops as if nothing had happened, searching for arrows bounced against the autonomous magic barrier he had strained.

But no.

Snow and white are also tilting their necks.

"Oh, I see. Is this Trapper's" Trap move "?"

It's also called a prank ghost from the Dragon Chinese. It's weaker than a goblin, but it has troublesome inherent magic, which was the 'trap move' typical of the arrows that struck the collector.

The trap created by the trap moves disappears after activation, and therefore does not remain a material either. Moreover, besides the warcraft that inhabited each hierarchy, it inhabited almost all hierarchies, but gradually increased its strength. Usually hidden, and then fast on the run. It was the most depressing warcraft in the ruins.

The collector conceived a little and then snapped a magic book in the food backpack that he had left pinned in a magic book.

Once again, the Caveman ran through the cave.

Flying arrows.

Wire stretched out in the aisle.

A small knife that hits the back of your foot.

A stick that gets ripped off for the tibia.

The collector ignored it all and proceeded.

All the traps were taken by the autonomous magic barrier, and when the barrier was destroyed several times, it was stretched back in the dark magic formation and pushed forcefully again.

There was no need to hesitate to use dark magic formations because of the lack of eyes. The whole cave was just pale and light, and there was also room for time for darkness to be shredded because of the absence of intense light.

It was a forceful breakthrough by autonomous magic, unwilling to discover the trap in the first place.

By the way, Snow White interacted with Hikari, paying the arrows, pulling the wire off, as if he was enjoying himself in the attraction.

They are still two people somewhere alike.

In an unmistakable, tear-eyed way if the trappers watched, the collectors reached a spiral passage descending to the three layers.

The strength of the collector is not comparable to when he was in Japan, but he still feels tired.

It is time to rest once three layers ago, and I realize it for the first time.

I don't know the time.

As a result, various problems arise as to how much time I have exhausted, when I should rest, and the rhythm in my body, how I eat food, etc.

The clock is magical, quite expensive but somewhat pervasive in one inn. But the collectors, who were often in the open, were not so necessary because they could tell by the addition or subtraction of the sun if they were outside.

But it may be necessary in the ruins.

A collector who starts preparing meals even though he thinks that way.

There is nothing there. There's nothing I can do about it where it's so jittery.

The collector tries to exercise spiritual magic, as usual, he realizes.

The Spirit's reaction itself is not bad. But if I didn't do more magic than I normally do to keep the magic going, the Spirit was going to go somewhere.

"... the dominance of the ruins."

The ruins have restorative abilities. That seems to be working.

Nevertheless, those collectors who can still afford magic give more magic to begin cooking.

Simply stick the saucepan dried rice in the boiling water and add the seasoning and the dried meat that occurs in the process of making something fermented called 'soy sand'.

Soy sand was closer to soy sauce than spicy soy sauce previously obtained in Anquar.

Give the snow whites the meat they were bringing in. The rice cooking of the sashimi rice will be tolerated to the extent that it is juice for the snow whites.

The smell of soy sauce, the smell of satin on dry rice, and the stock of dried meat were delicious.

As I've been thinking since yesterday, the food on this continent resembles Chinese food. It's not exactly the same, but it was in the tongue of the collector.

The collector who finished the meal was painting.

The ink was as dark as usual, and the woman who was playing that instrument.

On the side, the snow and white stretched greatly, and it seems that the hangover finally came out. Azlona had eyes like she realized there was no salvation in the world.

People and warcraft seem to have similar feelings about hangovers.

The snow and white ears that were lying down move tingly.

The collector raised his face when he was noticed the snowy tail slapping his head so that the paintbrush wouldn't get bumpy.

The collectors are one of several small rooms in front of the passage down to the third floor, just near the entrance and exit, with Snow White staring.

Then I couldn't stand the tension, and I don't know what the thought was, but the Explorer-like man showed me his palm over here, slowly showing himself as he showed no hostility.

But for the sake of the Seeker, I only have leather armor, mace, and the luggage of the camp.

"You're from the Mid Continent, right?

When the collector nodded as he was told, he looked around for a moment, then named.

"Let me tell you about Heavenly Light and the ancient path of the brave, my name is Patro"

The collector looked disgusted by what he said about things caught in his back teeth.