Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"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.

"May I rest here?"

I got into the word brave for a moment, but from what I saw, the patrol was a blonde, deeply carved white race, not a brave man. I had no right to say no to the collector. It is the fashion of the ruins that they are inviolable to each other as long as they are at a certain distance.

"... Whatever you want"

The patrol stepped into the small room with a relieved face and lowered his back to a distance not near or far.

The collector dropped his gaze on the picture while leaving a minimum of vigilance.

"- From which?

The patrol has spoken without fear of snow and white.

"... it's Marnova"

The collector answered without even raising his face, but the patrol doesn't look distracted.

"Then on the ship in between. I have done so from the Kingdom of Lillias. Wouldn't you like to treat your wounds or something?

Hearing the words you care about, the collector finally gives you a face.

"Treatment?"

The patrol grins with a grin.

"Spiritual magic does not exist in Longhua Country, nor is the magic of the elite of life that we consciously exercise yet penetrated. So I'm healing the martial artists exploring this place. Some people use it because it saves more magic than they can use on their own, even if they are explorers."

"... for free"

"No. Actually, I was also a bard, let me just talk a little while I'm healing, and in conjunction with healing, I'm paying for it. And because of that, when I'm outside the ruins, I can't get through the shallow layers, and I can still manage to live."

The cost of treatment alone is on the spot, but as a bard, it seems to mean that it will be money outside the ruins.

"How about a song during your break? Even so, there's no reason to use the instrument here, so it's just a 'story'."

Before the collector responded, the patrol began to speak on its own.

Surprisingly, the voice isn't bad. At least it won't stand in the way of painting, the collector decided to leave it alone. Even if a warcraft came to the sound of things in the present layer, it could be dealt with adequately.

Besides, Azrona doesn't come near me, but I'm intrigued and staring at the patrol. If the patrol asked for the price of the story, the collector began to paint again, wondering if I could pay for the degree of mindfulness.

He was listening as he painted, but Patro's talk was outstanding.

The story was about a brave man who crusaded the Demon King long ago.

We will explore a world where brave men created by the last power of Heavenly Light were called the Age Without Light, saving people tormented by warcraft, undead, and monsters. In the process he met the Virgin and the Sage, transcended the sea and finally crusaded the Demon King.

Heavenly Light is liberated, and the brave make their country, but the betrayal of the powerful causes the brave to die in disillusionment.

The sword of the brave stood upon the earth like a grave sign, and the light of heaven was shaded.

When will the nation created by the brave be divided and the war begins? The heavenly light will shade a little bit, and the warcraft will spread to match it, and the weak will live with their breath slaughtered again. The world approached the dark world day by day.

But when the world tried to be engulfed in darkness again, a brave man descended. The brave toured the continent only to save the vulnerable, gathering the support of the general public and becoming a great force.

The nations that see it stop fighting and become merciful to the people. But Heavenly Light was not resurrected.

The nations pleaded with the valiant, and made the valiant king again.

Then the light rose to heaven.

The reign of the brave, he said, continued for hundreds of years after the brave died.

"Thank you for listening."

The collector asked him what he doubted.

"Are the first brave and the second half brave the same person?

"There have been theories, but more recently the theory of being someone else has become powerful. There is a legacy that in 10,000 years the brave will descend, but in the milestone of the former 10,000 calendar years the brave truly descended. It seems that the brave men who descended were neglected by the circumstances of this world, and from that it is assumed that the first and second generation brave men were different."

"... heh"

The treasurer, who was able to know one end of the reason for the valiant worship in a place unexpected, fishes his nostalgia, but the patrol stopped it.

"No, no healing, just let me speak for myself. It's enough that you listened. If you want to hear it again, I hope you'll leave a message in the dining room near Explorer's Guild."

That said the patrol stood up and tried to leave early.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You know what time it is?

When Patro stopped, he took his palm-sized pocket watch from his pocket.

"Twenty-two and a half minutes, right? Bye."

The patrol graced lightly and left the spot.

The collector almost laughs as he sees his leaving back.

A place that is never safe, called the ruins, where you can barely 'talk' or paint. There will be no such thing as drunkenness.

But this kind of engagement with the Seeker wasn't bad either.

"Go to sleep."

Holding Azlona, who fell asleep listening to the story, stroking one snow white that looked boring and meditating on his eyes, the Zao fell asleep with the snow white on his back.

After sleeping for one night, the collector woke up early in the morning at an estimated time, finishing a brief meal and then stepping into the three layers.

Fully equipped clearance unloaded to the face guard, mainly the surface of the eyeball is limp and cold.

In a three-tiered cave maze with only a few temperatures down, the Caveman recalls the cave of Allerduria.

Feeling climatically good, Snow White, with Azlona on his back, loosened his tail and started walking ahead.

The destination is determined, and Snow and White too. That is above knowledge.

The collector leads the map to an unpopular location as he follows after the snow and white.

From three layers down there is a skewed distribution of spirits on each layer, and there are many ice sperms here. It was just right for me to try ice elf magic.

- Guuuuuuu.

From here, Snow White also looks like a nuke, and the collector who was looking at Snow White's ass was frightened by the snow white squeal.

There was a grumpy snowy face in front of me, telling me not to think about it.

"... hmm? Come on, come on."

The collector heads to his destination early, deceiving as if nothing had happened. Conn, and a trap arrow fell on the head of the collector.

It is a trap move of the Trapper, but this layer was unlikely to be a threat either.

A small room just dug a cave in a three-story corner. The map is at an end there, although rarely there are warcraft.

- There he is. It is also unusual that it is a trapper.

A light green body that also looks like a child wearing a rash robe securely to the hood. I'm not wearing robes, they're all bodily, cake-like textures. The body color varies according to the surrounding environment, but here it was light green.

There were four arms, and the lower half of his slightly visible face had a large red mouth similar to that of the third moon.

Apparently, the trapper had already detected the collectors, but there was no escape here at the end of the line, hiding in the corner of the room. He was fast on the run and was a rare thing for a trap demon who should be familiar with the labyrinth of ruins.

The collector stood at the entrance to the small room just in time, largely removing the magic textbook from the food backpack.

"I have something to try"

To the cowardice of a trap demon, saying that to a snowflake without motivation or anything else, the collector reads and imagines the shape of the textbook and gives magic to the ice sperm.

"-" Ice wave, "freeze it, sharpen it."

Even the anger was gathered together so as to subdue the will of the ten ice elves, and the possessor commanded.

A small tsunami of innumerable pieces of ice mixed with cold air quickly filled the small room.

It is the 'ice wave' of intermediate ice elf magic.

Until now, only Dark Fairy Magic can handle intermediate magic. Affinity and proficiency were supposed to be sufficient, but no matter how they were communicated to more than ten spirits. He didn't ask for it, he didn't ask for it, he didn't ask for it, he didn't ask for it, he didn't ask for it.

But what happened during the battle that killed Luge with 'snow poison'. The collector hid it from his expression, but his insides were hurried, frustrated, chopped, rougher than usual, and exercised spiritual magic on a large mess.

He was releasing "Ice Spear" and "Snow Poison" in an uninterrupted simultaneous exercise of primary ice elf magic, but he exercised primary ice elf magic in such a hurry that the exercise overlapped and fulfilled the condition of intermediate ice elf magic of simultaneously handing over magic to more than ten ice elves.

It was elementary magic that activated at that time, but at the same time it had the feeling that something would engage.

With anger and hatred, I ask you to bow down.

What a contradictory word, but that was the way the collector exercised intermediate ice elf magic. These contradictory intentions can be a way of exercising them because they are an unspoken 'transmission of will', but for collectors with higher education compared to humans in this world, their common sense and preconceptions have disturbed them and delayed the acquisition of intermediate ice elf magic.

The way spirits and people are, they are a thousand different things. The method of exercising is also ten people and ten colors.

Even if it is exercised in a flimsy order with anger, there is nothing like it for the Spirit. That was the form of the way the Founder and the Spirit were.

By the way, the most affinity Dark Fairy is not so different in the way it is exercised, both primary and intermediate. With a little more proficiency, even advanced Dark Elf magic was possible, a move with a high degree of affinity.

After the passage of the ice waves, it seemed as though they were reminiscent of the harsh winter months of the Allerduria Mountains.

The small rooms of the cave are frozen, and there is thin snow, and white caves are drifting. There was a trap demon in the back wall with scratches and a loud frozen surface.

The collector holds his fist all the way to the success of intermediate ice elf magic and sees the snow white.

But Snow White makes a huge stretch wondering if he found out about the collector's Doya face or something, and hums his nose. To that extent, he said.

Forget that they always cry the other way that one day I'll frost that mundane face and the possessor vows revenge, while turning to the trap demon he defeated.

Con, and another arrow hit the head of the collector.

The treasurer proceeded to walk the last ascension of the trap demon as if nothing had happened.

Rather than that, since I saw the ice wave and the trap demon that received it, the question had arisen.

The trap demon, supposedly dead, had a thin rash of frost, and the part where the ice pieces pierced it was frozen. Where the ice has pierced, it's frozen deeper.

The vaulter's question is that it's a far-fetched way to freeze. That's why it's ice on purpose. Is it really necessary for ice?

The freezer cools the water and makes ice.

Between water and ice is cooling, and ice is the result.

He has completed compulsory education with a collector, and once graduated from a literary university. I also know that roses get put in liquid nitrogen and fall apart.

Frequent use of ice elf magic and shallow but modern knowledgeable collectors had such questions.

The collector, as usual, imagines it as he can think of it and gives magic to the ice sperm.

Sighing that the snow white had begun again, Azlona stared curiously.

A rose completely frozen by liquid nitrogen that transcends the harsh winter cold and pain felt in the Allerduria Mountains. I imagined a ball of cold air, like a fireball.

But nothing happens.

The collector does not give up, but gives him even more magic.

Then the white smoke fluttered, and a ball of pong and white smoke floated.

"... Cold Ball"

Oh, and he was a treasurer who raised his surprise, but rushed to control Azlona as she tried to jump to curiosity, releasing a cold sphere into the trap demon's carcass that was nearby. After I thought the trap demon was dead, I didn't forget that the trap move was activated.

Trap demon wrapped in white smoke.

Part of the chest was like a tuna that was instantly cooled.

"Can I use it?"

Only one ice sperm was given magic by the Collector.

There is only the constraint of being able to imagine ultra-low temperatures, but this is a new primary ice elf magic. It was at least something that had not been made public.

This means that there are two kinds of elementary ice essence magic, and in terms of difficulty, ice piles and ice spears can then be exercised around the edge of intermediate ice essence magic, or under the condition that intermediate ice essence magic can be exercised.

So far, no warcraft has been identified in the Mid Continent that can produce ultra-low temperatures up to this unnatural point. In other words, it is only the possessors and summoners who can imagine such ultra-low temperatures, and those who manipulate pure cold air on another continent, relative to the upper dragon species of the ice system or comparable warcraft.

Most importantly, it should be possible to remember only what the collector is using, and then I can also say that this should not be used in public very often.

The collector cut up his thoughts and pulled two sharp fangs out of the trap demon's big mouth.

There is no material available for trap demons, and this fang is the crusade proof site. The lack of flavor for depression can be one of the factors that searchers and martial artists hate.

And the Zodiac begins practicing spiritual magic.

As originally planned, the collector endeavored to master "Ice Wave" and "Cold Sphere" in the remaining time and tried them in practice on the surrounding Warcraft opponents.

And on the third day, he turned back the cave to return to the ground.

Until the sailing of the ship, we will thus secretly brush our arms, while exploring whether we can earn some money as explorers or whether the closed environment is suitable for us.

Fifty-fifth day of the pale moon. Rocky Street was noisy when the collectors returned from the ruins and left the guild earning slight promotion points and change at the Crusade Proof site of the Warcraft crusaded in the process of testing ice elf magic.

What a noise to see, a dozen martial artists and merchants walking with Yotayota full of body wounds were bracketed and pulled around in ropes by soldiers from Longhua Country. The evening of plugging in invites so much pity.

- You're a Hidden Light Flame.

Soon after, he emerged from the crowd and Big Star (Darshin), who was lining up next to the possessor, groaned.

Sandra religion is forbidden in this Longhua country (Lonfa). Not only that, but also the faith and spirituality of the goddess of the moon were forbidden.

The collector realizes the meaning of the incredible actions of the patrol he met inside the ruins there. Patro said he was a missionary who hid the Seeker and the Bard.

The collector asks in a low voice.

"... will missionaries be sinful?

"... have we met? Well, it becomes a sin. Can missionaries be made to abandon their religion by torture, or die? The faithful have been tortured to abandon their religion, or sent to an inmate."

"You knew..."

"Sometimes I go directly to buy inside the ruins. In fact, the treatment is appreciated, and the culture of the Mido continent is interesting. So there are quite a few people who are silent that they just don't have to believe like me. Honestly, I think it's ridiculous, but I don't even know what it means to make it forbidden."

Currently, Longhua is close to the clan, but the emperor of this country was actively gathering information abroad. Longhua had grasped that the countries of the northern part of the Mid continent had colonized the Ankhwar Islands and Insteka long ago and still supported Reciharm, who had taken Caigbad on the Sauran continent. that they also use religion and commerce in the process.

The general public does not know the details, but the merchants and the deaf knew it.

Patro would have disguised himself as an explorer and a bard, preaching. And that's not just patrols.

He heals inside the ruins and sells favors, leads to the next contact, and also meets outside the ruins of Awabari. The reason the content of the story didn't smell like theory was because I was choosing an interesting story, which first aroused interest for the next time it was called.

They preached with martyrdom readiness, at the heart of communicating the wonderful teachings of Sandra. I don't even think about it having an aggressive connotation. They have been chosen, and they have come to the land.

Not that I have nowhere to think about freedom of worship and national defence, but this is not the land of the treasurers. If it is illegal, it will only keep you as close to the patrol as possible. It was a good opportunity to find out just by listening to the Sandra religion, which had wasted a lot of text and had not yet been studied in detail, but I had no choice.

Still, it was just a little unfortunate that it wasn't a bad meeting.

"... By the way, why are you here?

When I was a clerk, the collector changed the subject so that students who were only in a relationship of greeting would shake off the feeling of being overwhelmed, as if they had witnessed being caught at a discount after graduation.

"Of course, I've been waiting for you.... You've got to be kidding me, don't look at me like that. I heard a lot around here because I had time. Well, but... I just got out of the ruins, aren't you tired?

I didn't know the intent of the question, but the collector almost only uses spiritual magic this time. Somewhat, I am so nervous and tired.

- Well, let's go.

"... what?

"As promised, I'll let you hear a lot today in a quiet place. Of course, with a split."

Big Star laughed pointlessly niggly.

White Misty Mountain Ruins. Underground is a labyrinth, above ground is Rocky Street. Then what is on top of it?

The collector follows after Big Star and proceeds through the white stone staircase.

The cave staircase, which sounded tricky, crept through beautifully, and the walls of the aisle were carved with elegant finishing touches, with internal lights leaking out to watermark it.

At the point of the aisle, there is a distinct sense of luxury. How many worlds is this sitting in? This is where I thought I would forgive the split, and the keeper guessed the meaning of Big Star's grin.

"- Hey, this is just the place..."

Big Star, who brought in the treasurer without saying anything, looked back, and when he saw the troubled and hurried face of the treasurer, he blew it out.

"... Buhaha, what, don't worry. It's a free day. It doesn't matter how much you split it it for free, does it?

Big Star looks like Doya.

"... free?

"Someone I know. I didn't mean to be a big deal, but I remember you saying thank you."

A treasurer who got even more alert after being told it was free.

When I started thinking seriously about turning back, Big Star looked so sorry as to be halfway there.

"... I'm really fine. Believe me."

After a short tour, the collector agrees to move on.

The collector had begun to trust this man not long after he met him.

I don't know why. Is it because the face of the yellow race resembles that of the Japanese? Should I say that the wavelength fits strangely? Is it because Big Star gives you attention that reminds you of the Japanese somehow, or because the Snow Whites are not alert at all? Or are you jealous and attracted to the sociability of Big Star, who doesn't fit into you now or ever?

Yet would I have doubted too much? Have you been too vigilant?

No, the collector reconsiders that there is no such thing as being too vigilant.

... they treat you like a displaced person, so it's normal to be vigilant.

Big Star answered himself like he was talking to himself in response to a question as to whether it might be the words of a collector.

"... oh, you're right"

The short words contained deep consent.

Keep it quiet and go for a while, and you'll see the blurry, lit, vermilion gate.

"Whoa, here it is, here it is"

Going around the Zhu Gate, a small old man of the yellow race appeared to have been helped by Big Star.

Like the father of the store owner, the old man took Big Star's hand and thanked him one day before starting to guide the store. There was no coarse treatment of the Founding Fathers, even the Snow Whites, who were with the Big Stars.

An old man who was moving on stopped and opened a door with elaborate plaid text on a single board.

With the scent of the tide on board, a cool breeze fell out.

Guided by a trick called Into the Old Man, the unseen view widened in front of the zodiac as the zodiac stepped inside following a big star that looked like it was fun to be amazed.

At the end of a simple but interesting lattice window was a sharp rocky mountain of peeling stained in the sunset, bright green pines growing on its rocky skin, and unknown white flowers were beginning to bloom on some savvy tree branches. If you lower your gaze, the fisherman is pulling up a canoe floating in the sea of cedar, delivering today's results on the net.

An old man recommends a chair to a treasurer who was suddenly standing up through an elegant but closed cave aisle to a room of liberation like another world.

The collectors sat with their luggage as they were told, and the snow whites lay softly next to it. I wasn't willing to let go of my weapon thinking about the worst case scenario, but such an atmosphere doesn't even feel fine dust. There was just some calm air.

All the wooden furniture is cleverly carved and glossy by flowers and animals, and the ceramic liquor bottle on the round table has a qualitative yet definite presence. It was like a world of Chinese ink paintings, mixed with glamour and glamour, including scenery.

The collector, and the snow and azurona greetings the countryman, sounds a gentle, lazy string.

"Loosen up, then"

An old man leaves the room quietly.

The zodiac circled his gaze towards the familiar sound.

There were two women, two bows and two hus on their knees, sitting in a chair. Behind it lies a large black fox with two tails.

One of the women was a gray-haired, white-horned reindeer (reindeer) beast race previously seen, and the other a black-haired, black-eared, black-fox-eared beast race. They both cut their foreheads straight together and have long back hair. Now if the hair color and race are the same, they are like sisters.

The tight strings rub and shake the air softly.

It is a song that reminds me of the meadows and horses of that big star and the first night I swallowed it. Because of one more person than during this time, the sound played is transmitted more deeply and vividly, but the sound is more modest than last time.

"- First, a drink."

Big Star puts a glass of liquor in front of the collector and pours the liquor from a ceramic liquor bottle.

The volume of the two bows Erhu seemed to be discouraged, and Big Star's voice was clearly heard.

Big Star tries to pour his share too, but the keeper grabs the liquor bottle and stops. Although it belongs to Japan with the collector, I know the rules of liquor seating somewhat.

I received a liquor bottle and poured it into Big Star's glass.

If you look at the snow and white, you already seem satisfied that the liquor pot has been given to you. Is that old man the doer or did Big Star turn his mind?

- The second banquet is the beginning of a friend.

Though it seemed like a long time, the collector gently lifted the glass to match Big Star, dampening his lips.

On the right is the view and on the front is the beautiful player.

The collector was a patron and a hidden Sandra. The depressed mood was dispelled, and his vigilance for Big Star was considerably reduced. I was wondering if I could be fooled if I got this far. Even if I'm worst fooled by it, there's probably nothing I can't pay for.

- That's a good room, though.

Big Star uttered an exclamation.

"... oh, good room. And the old man who guided you is amazing. I was even polite to snow white anyway."

"Originally this continent has many beasts. There are rare beast-faced guys, and some with beasts. Well, not as good as Blackyang or Snow White over there."

"Black Yang?

"I'm talking about the Black Heavenly Thousand-Tailed Fox (Heitenchifu) staring behind those geisha. He's so famous."

The collector turns his gaze to the black yang of the black heavenly thousand tail fox with his sharp eyes, but the door was just knocked.

Then, in no time, the dish to fill the round table was brought in, and what a softly placed four meat chunk fillings in the snow and white. Moreover, it is even cooked such as broiled or fried vegetables.

"... what the hell did you do?"

After the servant who carried the dish leaves, the collector asks Big Star. It is too much to blame.

"I just helped that old man who was attacked by a demon beast on his way home from a village on the border. It's no big deal. Besides, it's common in this country to entertain people."

They call warcraft a demon beast on this continent.

When the food was brought in, the first song was just over, and two women came here with two bows and two hus down.

"Let me sit down, will you?

Somewhere lotus leaves, then the collector was a little surprised by the polite words. There was a slight gap in appearance and tone.

Big stars snort, but the women don't sit right down, first putting liquor on Big stars and collectors' glasses. Big Star has a woman of the Black Fox Beast race, and the Collector has a woman of the Reindeer Beast race.

The smell of incense wood and makeup is faint from the neck of the woman pouring the liquor.

I found a slightly shorter deer tail behind the woman who followed her booze back to her chair.

Such a trivial thing, the collector's expression seems to loosen.

If they're prostitutes, you can cut them off as such, but you can't help it because you've never been to such a fancy store.

So they finally sit in a chair.

Big Star put the liquor in the two glasses. The two had a faint rendezvous, but placed the glass to the point of dampening their mouths.

"My name is Maini, and my disciple Xiao Xiao (Shahoni). Tonight."

When viewed in this way, the reindeer beast race woman who named herself Midori was Rin and bright, and in contrast, the black fox beast race woman who was introduced to Xiao Xiao was somewhat of a rejective, clearly dark atmosphere woman.

Front hair just cut into long dark hair that is all the way down to the waist. Sleek black fox ears and blocked tails with black hair. A tight Mongolian-style ethnic costume that is compatible with the body, in the same shape as a beauty child, is embroidered with bright blue hua on the blue ground and wrapped with greasy bands.

As soon as Mi and Xiao finished their greetings, they stood up and lit an oil dish at the edge of the stone wall in the wall legend, returning to the place where the two bows Erhu was located.

The room, which was dim as the sunset fell, is illuminated with blur. Two geishas floating there.

They are "Geisha (Yunnu)," which is also "Shadaiyunnu," Big Star says.

In this country, whores are called "whores", but they can only sell their bodies in whorehouses established by the emperor for about fifty years.

Then it was the whores, not only the merchants and officials, who were in trouble.

Until then, we had to have banquets such as entertainment and entertainment that we had called whores to in the whorehouse. But there were also many feasts that were not worthy of taking place in the whorehouse.

So in order to proceed without delay with the feast, a 'geisha' was born to sell the arts without selling the body. Naturally, he was not allowed to sell his body and was forbidden to wear clothes with exposure.

In fact, however, many entertainers were secretly selling their bodies.

Those who label themselves as selling only art without selling their bodies in such a way were called 'Man Belt Geisha' and held back.

They say they cross the seating area only with their artistic arms, observing the law but wearing ingenious costumes for each of them, and even showing that the martial artists, who are sometimes called martial arts, do not sell themselves by wrapping their bands for men.

The second song begins.

Moist, flowing string sound.

The zodiac listened, imagining the way the warrior belt geisha lived.

Flowers scatter in the night breeze. Spring scatters.

Scattered petals flow and flow down the river.

Like sparing it, the willow leaves rang sara.

Big Star opened his mouth as the zodiac listened to the investigation of the two bows Erhu as he divided the dishes into Azlona.

"In fact, my old father (Raohu), who guided us, is a fine man.... He also gives thanks to former displaced people like me. No thanks to the displaced. Help me, it's natural, a lot of people say"

Big Star announced his own origins.

The collectors are treated as displaced persons, but they are not displaced persons, and they did not clearly know what it meant to be displaced since they were in Japan. It just doesn't mean that anything will change from where I found out Big Star came from to the extent that I would be treated like this because I would be treated like a displaced person.

"Oh, I'm a displaced, so it's normal to sell, and I'm not thinking about the option of not selling from the edge"

I fought with the old noblemen of Salehad not to sell the Blue Eagle (Snivalior).

"You throw money, you tell them to pick it up, right?

"... you've been told. By the way, I don't trust the powerful to turn around all kinds of jobs."

"Take away the handles of the displaced, naturally. Rewards will also be pinned."

"If we know of displaced people, we'll look down and curse them all we want, but we'll use our power to force them to cooperate in our crisis"

The boundaries of the treasurer and Big Star are apparently close.

He was a collector of empathy, but gradually lost his word.

"I keep walking in search of the city, without drinking or eating, frightened by the beast, and still keep going. Instead of others, even friends and family fall off, but if they don't move on, they die."

If I could not learn spiritual magic in the first Allerduria Mountains caves, the collectors would also have frozen to death.

"It's natural not to be allowed into the city, if you think you've managed to be allowed to live outside the outer walls, meat walls around when the beast overflows from the woods"

From around here, the collectors don't remember themselves. That's why Maxime gave me I.D., and I could be a hunter.

"If you look at the displaced, you treat them as sinners. You don't sell me stuff, and even if you do, I can plug it. I can't even sue him where he's beaten up, and sometimes he kills me. I can't do anything if it's stolen or stolen."

Exactly. It doesn't. The treasurer had snow and white, and he could live even in the mountains where the Warcraft spread.

Big star who was talking silly, but perceived the change in the atmosphere of the collector and softened his tone.

"- But I was picked up by my master (sif). Tama-young (Ewing), I also met my wife. I have company. You didn't throw it away, did you?

The treasurer remembers and nods back about those he has met so far. There were a lot of things I couldn't do, but it's not like there was ever any good.

"All right, let's swallow"

"... there's more left. I'm not as strong as you are."

I don't even show Nori's bad collector what offended me, Big Star says back.

"Then eat. They're gonna eat them all, aren't they?

Dropping his gaze at Big Star's point, he had the appearance of Azlona and Snow White, who were completing meat fillings and dishes taken up and robbing dishes on a round table.

By the way, the keeper barely ate it, but it looks like about a quarter of it has already disappeared somewhere.

The collector sighed, but began to eat the losing and cooking.

The food was completely gone, and the full Azlona was shaken by the snow white tail and asleep. Snow and white are also greatly absent.

Beyond the lattice window the sun had completely fallen, and the light of the pale half moon was glittering against the sea surface.

Two bows Erhu's examination no longer knows how many songs, and now he plays a relaxing sound, reminiscent of how the beast woke up from hibernation fell asleep.

"- Well, that's fine, I'd like to go to a country outside, too."

Big Star says in a drunken voice.

The collector was also a little drunk. Think back to this room from the first nightclub,

"... this country isn't so bad either"

I told him to spill it, and Big Star didn't miss it.

"Right?

The drunken nigga looked depressed, and the sawdust turned that way.

The door is also close. It's time to open up. When Big Star said that, the sound of the strings stopped.

And the miko comes up to the collector and says:

"Call me again."

From across the round table, a loud noise rang.

The tail of the Black Heaven Thousand Tails Fox, known as Black Yang, blew up the Big Star.

The Zodiac, and Big Star managed to get up and control Snow White as he tried to get an immediate battle posture.

"No, I'm fine. I'm sorry about that. Never mind."

Apparently, Xiao Xiao's chest, who greeted Big Star in the same way as Miao's, was drunk and hugged with Big Star's legs. It was the truth that Xiao Xiao shoved it reflexively and Kuroyang chased it there.

"I'm sorry"

Mi and Xiao bowed their heads deeply.

However, unlike a beauty who seemed genuinely sorry, there was little change in the look on Xiao Xiao's face that seemed slight.

An old man showed up in the room in a panic at the sudden tremendous noise, but Big Star and the Zao left the store behind because it was nothing.

The account wasn't really charged. The collector finally broke his last guard here.

As she rested drinking water at a nearby nightclub with the big star that her head would tear off, Midori showed up. I looked at Big Star only for a moment and lowered my back across from the collector, pinching the club's crude long desk as it was, I said.

"- I'd like to ask my husband for something."

The collector remembered his eye-catching with Big Star, which he had shown only for a moment earlier, and he was finally convinced.

Why would Big Star do this to me, a foreigner I just met? If there is any reason, it falls to my heart.

The winding air of the zodiac tries to change, and the snow and white go around behind the zodiac as well.

There, Big Star waited.

"Sorry. I did speak up where I thought, but not to deceive. Of course, it's something I did because I wanted some of my emotions to shift, but there are no lies in my previous words. I am truly a former displaced person, a poor merchant who goes around the border. I have a wife, and it's true my master picked me up."

When Big Star was searching for those who were quite strong with the witty demon beast, he just found the collectors, and said the second swallow was to explore their character.

"You may say no. If you don't mind."

The zodiac heard the unseen words of Big Star and Miao, thought about it for a moment, and then withheld his feelings for Big Star. Decide it's not too late to talk.

"- As a 'disgusting guest', I want you to behave."

At last, it meant the development of disciples.

Earlier, when Big Star had turned around and leaned on Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao strongly refused to push it away, and even Xiao Xiao's retaliation and all the black-yang chased him.

No matter how much you sell the arts without selling yourself, it's too much, you can't have customers who didn't have an audience on the top of the Buddha in the first place with a warrior belt artist, and refused skinship. To some extent, the degree of turning his hands around his hips was silent.

"If it was meant to be, it would be in a teahouse, but we don't have ourselves in a teahouse. It is difficult for a woman to be a master, even though it is difficult for her to do so. Therefore, I would like you to behave as an unpleasant guest to my husband, and I would like to take the opportunity to express my dislike for Xiao Bao's man."

"... why me?"

"There are a few, but the biggest reason is the demon beast there."

A beauty child who looks at the snow white that refrains behind the collector.

"The snow white?

"Xiao Xiao and Kuroyang have always been together since childhood. Even if Kuroyang is bigger than Xiao Xiao, that doesn't change and is rather becoming overprotective. You can be a martial artist if you just want to suppress Black Yang, but Xiao Xiao will never forgive you this time if you hurt even slightly when suppressing Black Yang"

This seems to mean that while Snow White is intact and suppressing Black Yang, the collector stresses Xiao Xiao Xiao as a disgusting guest to accustom Xiao Xiao Xiao to men.

Other things, being fluent in Longhua, treating demon beasts in the same way as people, and being more convenient than lined martial arts artists as far as dealing with drunken high earthquakes is concerned. I have no connection to any tea house, I am a foreigner with stronger psychological pressure on Xiao Zi than the Dragon Chinese, and there is no later rot to leave this country one day.

Miko also made it clear that it was hard to say. That was the sincerity of a beauty child.

"Do we need to hurry? Why don't you grow it slowly? Ask a woman how old she is, but you're both young."

Miao may be about the same as the collector, Xiao may not even be twenty years old.

"... With all the circumstances, it's time to make Xiao Xiao independent. Xiao Xiao is such a child, so you can't keep him in a teahouse. It's obvious what happens when Ipondoroko is a male hater's cleanliness habit."

The Zodiac sees the Great Star.

"... why are you cooperating?

"Tama-young knew Miko, he asked me to."

"... No, you were married"

"Regardless of whether things succeed or not, I will pay you whatever I can. When this is over, I will tell Xiao Xiao the truth so that there is no resentment towards her husband. Of course, during the request, we will accompany you, and if Black Yang is not going to stop, we will stop. Fortunately, he listens to my words."

The collector glanced at the beauty child and then turned his eyes to the snow white behind him.

Only train in the ruins until the ship leaves. The collector thought he could take it, but this request is more about snow and white.

Snow White, who received his gaze, looked extremely troublesome.

I don't like that black fox.

I've been staring and selling fights.

That overlooking clear face is also abominable.

I'm not riding. Snow and white, the collector spills a blur.

"... Anyway today, you've been eating a lot with the luxury of Big Star during this time. You know the saying that nothing's higher than free?

Big Star would say he didn't mean that, but the snow and white that heard it floats the tannic surface, staring at Guillari and Big Star.

Even though Big Star trembled at the chills of a mixed killing spirit and looked around to see what was going on, Snow White had already quelled his killing temper. And -.

- …………………………

I roared one, looking like I could still pound my tongue.

It means I took it. He doesn't want to borrow it.

"Then decide on the details and make it a contract"

You can think of it as a request by the association.

It is not a matter of trusting or not trusting the contract. It is a testament to trusting each other and fulfilling their contracts. If you're going to turn this down, you're not going to be able to trust me either way.

"Thank you. Of course I will write it. In the name of this beautiful child, I'm sure I'll return the favor."

Thus the collectors packed the fine terms, and made the deed, and the testimony called here.

The next morning.

My job as a "unpleasant guest" was once every three days until the collector traveled

You can also train at the ruins just as well. Dive for three days, rest, then work as an unpleasant guest, and dive again.

Starting tonight, I have a job as an unpleasant guest.

The collector went to that luxury store last night after researching information on the ruins and about Longhua Country in the Explorer's Guild.

The old man at that luxury store seems to know Mi Chi as well, and he's decided to work with me happily.

The collector sat in the same seat as yesterday and was at the mercy of Xiao 'er.

I casually said it. It doesn't make any particular deep sense.

Nor was that the word as an unpleasant guest. Somehow I asked what I had been thinking since yesterday and extended my arm.

"- Ears, no, let me touch your tail -"

- A black shadow jumped in.