Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Thirty-first day of the Yellow Moon.

Around fifty days after being rocked by a ship from the foreign residence of Longhua Country, the Zao arrived at Kischnell, the harbour town of Lesiharm, the Spiritual Nation.

Kischnell is the largest port of Lesiharm in a large cove and docks not only merchant ships but also ships from countries of the Mid continent.

The Sauranic continent stretched east-west, presumably a great continent, and the large peninsula on which Lesiharm was located was not only the Sauranic continent, but also the gateway to heading east of the Sauranic continent.

Once there were a large number of adventurers and sailors who tried to head further east from the north-south sea across the Sauran continent, but the northern sea was home to a shrinking aquatic dragon species, and the southern sea had become a sea of death with unpredictable currents swirling midway with the southeastern continent, many of which did not return.

For this reason, besides ships destined for Lesiharm, those who aspire east of this continent will also visit Kischnell, resulting in many ships being gathered.

The collector doubted my eyes, wondering if he was dreaming.

I also saw the land from the top of the ship, but didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it.

Before disembarking from the ship, the other passengers have been severely questioned by the soldiers of Lesiharm who have somehow boarded, but the collector showed the hunter tag appropriately and was allowed to land as soon as he answered some of the questions asked. Probably because he proved himself to be a hunter, but the collector was still suspicious of the sight in front of him, in the sky above such things.

But when I got down to the land in reality, I forgot my feet that were still shaky, and I stood up.

"Out of the way! - Hi-ha."

The unloading man, who yelled at the collector standing in the middle of the road as being in the way of his work, briefly screamed when he found the large beast beside the collector and the first flying dragon, or Azlona on Snow White and its back.

"Oh, oh, sorry"

When the collector apologized aggressively, the man went back to work.

The collector moved the place out of the way and then looked around again.

Blue trees line the land visible far from the tidy harbour, growing grass and even white and yellow flowers. From afar, a slight bird chirping, a relaxing spring smell mixed with the sea breeze.

If it were to be the thirty-first day of the yellow moon, it would be half way through spring in season. Except for the fact that it's somewhat hotter than the Mid Continent, it's a spring without any kind of weirdness -.

"... where's the desert?

Yes, the purpose of the treasurer is desert.

The Sauran continent was heard to be a desert continent. The collectors naturally thought the desert was something that was immediately there.

In a scorching desert, beautiful oasis. Nomads going out, the hustle and bustle of Bazaar.

But there's no such thing anywhere.

The city you can see at the end of the harbor is full of northern-style stone buildings, a northern-style one with no clothing for those there, no pants on their shirts and no kind of weird philosophy. If it's strong enough to make a difference, the Lesiharms and the Bumpy Men are putting their hair together into three loose braids and putting them together in silver rings.

In contrast, the woman was knitting three hairs just like the man, but wrapped it around her head. Although the winding methods vary, a thin string of colors such as red and blue was uniformly incorporated into the threesome.

"The sugar's still going up."

"The next harvest in another season and a half... depends on the reconstruction of Ankhwar, I guess"

"If you don't go on for a little longer, I can't get back the extra amount I bought because I didn't make it."

"Yeah, but you've been very helpful with the seaweed food and the newly found savage crops suggested by the sage."

"... it is true that I was helped. But the seaweed feels a little. Was it a leech, or was it hard to eat? Besides, he said it was a desolate crop around here. So you're the one who was eating livestock. It's hard to say it's good."

"There he is -"

"- You got a minute?

The collector spoke to the merchant-style men who had gathered and talked about business.

"Where is the desert?

It was too abrupt a question, but the merchant laughs and answers.

"That's what everyone who comes here for the first time says, well, it's true that it's eighty percent desert and wilderness. A short while from here you will find the capital city of Berets. From there, you can take more Warcraft cars, go beyond a few cities, and just seven days away there is a city called Nazarea. Desert ahead."

The collector thanked a merchant who seemed comfortable and tried to take the chip out but was stopped.

"You must be a hunter from what I've seen, right? You can't have it. That would be best if you stayed in this country as long as you could and hunted the Warcraft. But please don't take too many sharks off, okay?

Seeing the snow whites waiting heavily behind the collector, the merchant said jokingly.

Say thanks again to the merchant, and then the collector leaves with the snow whites.

When I leave the harbor I get something that looks like immigration screening again, but when I saw the crimson ring and collar of the hunter tag and beast registration, I was able to get through it lightly with just a simple question. He's called a merchant, he's called immigration screening, and he wants to borrow the hands of hunters so badly.

The collector interprets it that way, but in fact the rank of the collector influences it. If this was less than or equal to eight stars, I was scrutinized a little more closely, but the keeper was seven stars. It was also considered a brilliant hunter and welcomed because it obviously carries a powerful looking beast.

But the collector doesn't know that. So far I was not even willing to stop at the harbour town of Kischnell or the capital city of Beretz, or the east end city of Nazarea.

Elida taught me that it's an implicit rule to report to the nearest association when I arrive at my destination, but so far I'm not willing to live as a hunter in this country.

I'm not willing to pepper Ziva's story about the bone race that once lived in the land, a thief skeleton, but now I just need to go to the desert anyway and that would have been great.

When we finally reached the desert, the collectors were distracted.

The collectors take the streets early enough.

If true, I'd like to take off the streets to avoid useless disturbances, but without a map, both ends of the road are fields and cannot be disputed by the woods.

The collector was rushing ahead, feeling the slightest gaze of a farmer farming in the field, unlike a warcraft car carrying merchants and hunters, praying he could not keep his eyes on hunters and soldiers.

- Geez.

But Azrona is an innocent thing, and he jumps up the buckwheat from the back of the snow and white he was riding and snaps at the back of the collector. Keep it right out of your shoulder to your face and rub your nose tip fun on the cheeks of the collector.

Azlona had grown to the point of not riding on her shoulders instead of the hoard of the treasurer.

Except when it gets twisted like this, I still walk seals, or when I hurry, I sit perfectly on Snow White's back.

Azrona rejoices when the collector slows his pace slightly with a bitter smile and scratches around his neck every pale hyena like that lion. The inner body had not changed as much as the growing body.

What an idyllic sight, no sign of a possible desert.

The next day you will see the high city walls of the capital, Berets.

Warcraft cars come and go frequently, and there are many shadows.

The collector looked at it a little further away and then headed ahead.

Walking away from the streets and not stopping in the city was a hassle to avoid. You can't help but stand out if you have a snow-white class hunting beast.

About four days from the capital, Berets, the landscape began to change.

The collector reconsidered that he had no choice but to come this far and hurry, and proceeded with the snow whites and the Azronas fluttering around the mountain, roughly at the same speed as a normal Warcraft car. Normal Warcraft cars don't run all day, so even with the hoarders fluttering about traveling long hours and sometimes riding snow and white, they turned out to be at the same speed.

The more the grass was reduced and the temperature kept rising, and on the sixth day it had become a sparse wilderness of trees.

The collector sweats even if he just walks a step, but he wove and brushed his jacket, a magic tool for cooling temperatures given to Master Xu in Longhua Country. Aiming for it, Azlona flies back to the collector and dives into his back, and Snow White also comes by the collector's side.

The zodiac tries to cool down using the ice sperm that hangs around Fei Long's double shield, he realizes. I don't usually try to pull the ice sperm out onto my shield or into it. Normally there was hardly any ice sperm that should have been in the air at all.

Passing more magic than usual and somehow dissipating the cold air, Snow White cheerfully throated.

But even in such wilderness, man's fortune exists in abundance.

The cactus fields continued in extension.

He cautioned against eating snow and white, guessing of his own accord that there are cactus-eating areas on the planet as well, I guess.

- Ugh.

Snow White protests pepperily with her tail, even if she asks for such painful grass.

Azlona also put her face on the muster's shoulder that she wanted meat, making it uninteresting.

It is also from around here that the temperature changes during the day and night became more intense.

The collectors had the heard knowledge that desert days were hot and nights cold, but they no longer expected that to begin in such a wilderness.

But that was good news for the collectors.

In the heat of the day beyond Ankhwar, a line that was traveling in unison for the chilled eye of the builder, spent the day building a cabin with earthly magic and sleeping, moving on to a cool night.

And the morning of the seventh day.

The collectors finally made a far-sighted confirmation of Nazarea, the city at the eastern end.

Surrounded by stone walls on a small high hill, Nazarea is also beautiful with the morning sun plugged in. It even seemed like an elaborate miniature model.

But a while from there, it was a different world.

The wilderness, with its large and small rocks, and the loess desert stretched far ahead.

It is a desert that lasts everywhere and everywhere.

Once they took a nap, the collectors walked away from dusk again.

On the wind, the smell of the burnt smoke of sand flowed.

Then what I see is a stone wall. There were stone walls that didn't even know where to begin and where to end.

By this time the temperature was already single-digit at night, but all I had to do was get colder. Snow White rode Azlona with the zodiac and ran through the darkness all at once.

Early next morning.

I woke up with an unusual amount of enthusiasm, although it was the collectors who mowed into the dirt hut early on just to say I'm sorry it was hot.

What? What? When I only put my face out of the dirt shed, the intense sunlight pierced my eyes and my cheeks clasped in the hot air that blew on me.

- Geez!

- Guru!

Regardless of Snow White, Azlona was unusually angry.

Hot, he said.

Yes, it's not "hot," it's "hot."

The collector hurriedly closes the entrance and exit of the hut, thickens the dirt in the dirt hut, and gives magic to the ice elves, who are further drawn to the double shield of the cooled flying dragon. You come out at night, you don't come out at all during the day. Even magic efficiency is different, so it is also strange that the Spirit.

When the builder generated the cold air, the two just leaned over to the shield and couldn't leave.

That night, Snow White put the collector on his back and ran through.

Hot, no. Sorry about the heat, he seemed to want to go to the desert early.

And the next morning.

In the morning and the sun rose in thin darkness, the sailors reached the desert.

I was just at the border between the wilderness and the desert.

A deep, pale sky in the early morning.

Dim desert.

There's no footprint. There's a wind print running in the snug sandy mountains.

Then behind the sand mountain, a main line of gold was drawn in the distant sky.

A deep pale just went white.

The treasurer was looking at it in a daze somewhere.

I don't even know why I asked for the desert.

At an early age, he may have been influenced by something, or he admired the desert, which was completely unbridled.

The sun rises.

The sky goes from deep pale to blue, and the desert from grey to loess.

And the temperature went up.

It was only a short while before the collector noticed the heat, and as he looked around to take a nap, Snow White and Azrona had already been caged in a cabin that Snow White had somehow built.

There's not even an entrance or exit, and there's not a double shield of a flying dragon that's supposed to be on both shoulders of the zodiac.

……

From that day on the Zao man sat at the border between the wilderness and the desert.

It's also a painting wind, but things are a little different.

Notice such a collector, Snow White and Azrona kept the collector calm, sleeping by day and playing here at night.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

That's all you stare at in the desert, you'll find out about this land too.

Sandy Mountain changed into a day and a day. The wind blowing in the desert was changing the terrain of the desert.

Burning day, extreme cold at night. Daytime temperatures are around fifty degrees. But at night, it cools sharply, minus ten degrees. The temperature difference is roughly sixty degrees, the same temperature difference that you have never experienced.

But in the back of the desert there were signs that the difference in warmth was going to be more intense.

During the day, the fire and wind spells, the light spells raging around the desert, and at night, the ice and wind spells, the dark spells dance and go mad in its place. The earth elf sits still day and night, and the thunder elf sits secluded.

But water sperm does not exist in either. Because of that, no matter how much the temperature drops, it never snows.

If there had not been a year's worth of water in the food backpack, the collector would have dried up early as well.

Staring at the desert that way, the thoughts that were in the treasurer were rising.

I got to the desert. So, what is it?

From now on, I have no idea how to live.

Hayato and Hayato in the Allerduria Mountains, where monster raids also overlapped, rendering them uninhabitable.

It's like going for the desert with just an idea.

Hired as an interpreter by Elida, a hunter of the giant species, on the journey, the ship is wrecked trying to get from Oslon to the desert. He drifted to the kingdom of Rattana in the Ankhwar Islands and helped to avenge Yobi. Then he went north to Marnova, where while waiting for the ship, he met Lairee of Bartis and his therapist, Grandma Iralgi, and further died after a duel involving Ankhwar causes Estia of the whore. After that, he cried to Ziva, threatened by a brave man named Luji, and in Longhua Country, he knew the Big Stars.

That's how it took me almost a year to reach the desert, but on second thought, there are no other goals.

In a way, he lived on the extension line when he lived in Japan.

I had no dreams.

No, there was, but I rubbed it off to live.

Sometimes I thought about eating with paintings, etc., but I woke up with the pleasure of painting since I was also in third grade in high school. Without a pile, there's no talent. There was no head to come up with an efficient effort to keep up with the build-up and talent, and the foolish effort alone did not bear fruit.

Only when the job begins, and fails. My spirit was worn out by the daily life flowing with contingents and contractors, and the thought of how long I would only eat with paintings had vanished.

Common setbacks and renunciations.

Living like inertia and drawing somehow, somehow, he was summoned to another world, and still felt like he had come this far without changing the fundamentals.

What do you do in this world?

What do you want to do?

There were still no answers to that question among the collectors.

In the morning, Snow White and Azrona returned.

It was Snow White who noticed something wrong with the collector, rubbing his face against the collector's hand.

"... oh, I won't forget."

Living with Snow White and Azrona is something that has already been decided.

It is these two, no, two, who leaned on the solitude of their own choosing.

But in time, it was a question of how to live.

During such unspoken conversations between the collectors and the snow whites, Azrona nodded to the ground and sounded intrigued.

When you look at it, at the tip of Azlona's nose, there's a little red lizard.

The red lizard, which could be swallowed whole if Azlona grew large enough to hold it in both hands, was shaking with a pull to frighten her.

The collector gets lost in judgment.

I'm not sure if smelling from the first encounter sounds like a flying dragon, but I'm only certain that it's very similar to snow and white ecology. I was wondering if I could stay this way in Azlona, where I keep my body, mind, and even ecology away from the category Fei Long.

Unexpectedly, a small flame struck Azlona's nose tip.

- Gang.

A lizard, no longer overwhelmed with fear, blew a small fire.

Azrona is surprised by the sudden attack and jumps to the heat of the flames.

As the collector tried to get his hands on it, Snow White stopped him with his tail.

Training, but they don't.

Azlona takes the distance without fighting back, and still makes another surprise nose.

Lizards also perceived that Azlona didn't seem to intend to eat herself and accepted Azlona's nose tip.

I hear Azlona made a friend. Or a child.

The distance between the two was physically and psychologically gone.

"... go to sleep"

The morning sun across the desert already shows its face about half the time. It's going to be hot soon.

The collector looked back at the small signs, trying to build a dirt hut.

Bones wrapped around a cloth.

It was also a small, child's bone standing.

He also looks frightened at any rate.

That was not frightening of snow and white, as usual, but rather fearful of the collectors.

Ziva tells me that if I meet with a bone race, I should respond as I feel. I can't read the expression at all, but I'm somewhat happy, angry, that if that's what you felt, then that's right. That's how we communicate with the bone race.

But the keeper doesn't know how to treat a child.

……

……

The child of the bone race, frightened, circled his gaze, stopped his eyes at the little red lizard that could play with Azlona, and tried to run away.

Kopeng

I made a creepy noise and fell.

……

……

A child of the bone race who rose without even raising his voice. Unhidden ribs were all over the dry soil with orbits and blubber cloth.

I think I'm going to cry, but I think I'm enjoying it.

The collector was having trouble figuring out how to react while still matching the child of the bone race. Snow and white cannot be counted on. I'm staring at Niyaniya and the correspondence of the collector looking interesting right behind me from earlier.

The eyes of the treasurer swimming around stopped in orbits and ribs all over dry soil.

Shall I pay you?

I think so, but I can't pay you cheaply by hand.

If it were a girl, it would have touched the girl's chest. It is a case of arrest even if it is not Japan. Besides being a warrior, Ziva asks me to be careful if I come into contact with the religion of the bone race because there are troublesome parts to it. There was also the Luge thing, and I didn't have time to hear more about the society of the bone race, but that's all I heard.

The collector conceived and grabbed Snow White's tail, in large part.

Hmm? And he looks snowflake like any other HR.

The collector ignored it and paid him dry dirt with his grabbed tail.

Snow white with an indescribable face. I thought I should pay with the giant cat I'm putting on that hip, but I also thought I'd have trouble getting it done soon, then I didn't know what to do, and I still had to look indescribable.

For some reason the tension of a child of the bone race eased and opened his mouth to the strange behavior of such a collector.

"... give Yuduz back"

A voice that makes you feel small, but strong will.

But the inconceivable keeper spins the idea.

"Um, Fire Lizard."

The collector saw Oh and Azrona.

Precisely a red little lizard near Azlona.

The two seem to be sunbathing in the morning sun.

To the gaze of the zodiac, the child bone only ran this time, approaching the fire lizard he called Yuduz.

The fire lizard opens her thin eyes to the signs she sees, and runs up the whole body of the child.

I let the child, but I let him stay, but I was happy somewhere.

Yuduz stuck a pet on the child's skull, where he closed his eyes again.

"... thanks"

"... you're welcome"

What an awkward conversation.

There comes another, adult bone race rushing over.

Snow White does not issue warnings because he has no hostility at all towards his opponents, but rather is frightened. Besides, they looked like bones, but they were in the category of people, and they couldn't hurt them for no reason.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. … have you been disrespectful? But what the child did. Forgive me. Forgive me."

Fuku Bone Race at the feet of the Zodiac with seemingly flat momentum.

With all the unexplained, the treasurer returns his words to many places.

"Oh, oh, no problem"

The adult who heard it pulled the sleaze and the child away from the keeper and left to flee.

A child caught his hand looks back once and waves small.

The treasurer raised his hand small and answered it.

There Azlona flew flat and clinging to the head of the collector, waving her winged arms against the fire lizard.

"... that's probably a woman, isn't it?

Snow snorts as if to snort. What if it wasn't a woman and a girl?

"No, because"

Sleeping already, Snow White made a huge stretch, building a dirt hut and diving in.

Is it time for Azlona to jump off the hoarder fluttering and follow.

The treasurer sees the great bones and the child bones that look far away.

I don't know the child's bones. It is a matter of whether or not adult bones manage to tell.

So, fu, I remembered every request Ziva made.

Not the price of Luge's murder, every other loving request that even public discourse. I had therefore forgotten.

"... oh, speaking of which, you had something to do"

He had absolutely nothing to do, which didn't mean either.

The collector dived into the dirt shed and took a nap before turning back to the city.

The woman of bone race scolded the child long enough away from the collector.

"You said you shouldn't go out there, right?

If you see a race, hide.

It is what parents of the bone race teach their children first. It was easier to do so because the child did not know whether or not he was a Leshham.

But the child came into contact. I don't know if the other guy is a Lesiharm, but I can't abandon him either. Even if it's not my child.

I don't even think the words would make sense, but I negotiated with the readiness to die that there was nothing I could do because I had to tell them my thanks, but they returned the words fluently and let me go light.

It was a strange race.

"Because Yuduz has exceeded the wall..."

"Be proper with the fire lizard. Because we are friends for life. And why with the race out there?"

"... sorry. But I was scared at first, but when I was stroked with white fluffiness, I smelled like my mother."

So that the beast race could hear the sounds of dog whistles, etc. that could not be heard by other species, the bone race could smell certain smells, perhaps like life essence, that even the beast race could not tell. This is also a sense of birth that is different from the racial characteristics, and there are individual differences in its sense of smell. I couldn't figure that out on a female bone that didn't get close to the collector's ear.

The woman tilts her neck.

Probably the smell of a fellow woman, but why the smell of a fellow woman from a man of race who doesn't even seem to be a former Caigbird citizen.

"... you know where I smelled it from?

"... ears?

Smelling in the ear often showed affection, applying it to benefactors of other species who were not ancient bone races, never hurting anyone with this mark, and it meant dealing with them as guests. It is usually what a man does.

That's what a man does, and a woman doesn't.

With exceptions, women must not touch men outside, and men who invite them further into the hall are also limited with their father and relatives.

Besides, ever since Caigbad was lost, I've never heard anything about the mark of dearness.

The woman of the bone race wrapped around a rubbed cloth looked back roughly.

There was an appearance of a race of object lovers camping out there where there was nothing like this.

Berets, the capital of Lesiharm.

In one of the qualitative four-story buildings standing in its centre, Tor Hagiri and an old man with the protection of the 'Spirit Summon' sat opposite each other on the couch. There is another next to Thor, a middle-aged Lesiharm, but he seems to be constricting a little to the old man in front of him.

The old man's name is Gidion Mashak.

He was a shadow actor in the founding of Lesiharm, supposedly over two hundred years old despite his race.

The gray hair is draped in front of the chest in three loose braids, and the knot is fitted with a silver ring. The white eyebrows extend long, the eye lid drips and the eyes are barely open, and the wrinkles are noticeable. His hips were extremely bent and he also had a cane on hand.

Thor is the most vigilant opponent in this country, even though he looks like an old man.

"- Could you at least consider just permitting smoke trees to grow? It would be too much, like baking food."

It is a proposal that has been repeated many times since Thor was invited to the land.

"You know the smoke trees they eat are harmful to our race, sage lord, who taught us seaweed food and new wilderness saving crops in their earlier inaction? It is also illegal under domestic law, and it is forbidden by Spiritual doctrine to smoke trees, whether harmful or harmless in the first place."

But it was this Gidion who once worked with the Northern Legion and sold to the Longhua Country the medicine made from its smoke trees, the Drunken Immortals. Of course, in a time when it was not illegal in my country or in Longhua, and using a loophole that I am not smoking trees.

"As I'm sure you know, smoke trees are now grown that are not hallucinogenic or addictive even when races smoke. Why should I bake it? And they're not spirituals, they're Ashams."

"They are cunning, hiding and growing harmful smoke trees in harmless smokewood fields. I'm not free enough to make sure of that one at a time. I'm sure you understand that.

Gidion saw Thor, and the Lesiharms sitting next to him.

I know that Thor and Lesiharm's public budget are tight on increasing the number of inspectors.

But with Gidion's financial resources, there's no reason to mobilize inspectors. The spiritual regressionists, essentially led by Gidion and Gidion, are using their personal possessions and power to work against the northern powers of the Mid continent, destroying Caigbad, which was originally present on the Sauran continent, and continuing to colonize the spiritual people dotted throughout the Mid continent there. Of course, it's personal property.

At last, it was possible if I wanted to examine it properly and in detail, but I was not willing to do so.

Councilman Golyat Hoffman, head of the Spiritual Conciliar, a Lesiham with his eyes turned to Gidion, nodded bitterly, though concerned about Thor.

Lesiharm dominates the racial survival area of the Sauran continent by about half, but the other half has several countries. It was a country that once followed the Caigbird Empire, where kings of the bone race reigned, difficult to say friendly due to their invasion of Caigbird and religious differences, and Lesiharm had to keep soldiers near the border.

It was impossible, for example, to increase the number of inspectors in a situation where the status quo was somehow maintained due to further inaction, domestic resistance and various interventions by the three northern countries, which feared Lesiharm would have any more power.

But Thor suspects.

Is it planting harmful smoke trees inside a truly harmless smoke tree field, or is it even considered a regressionist modus operandi to oppress the bone race? I've actually looked into it, but there were no harmful smoke trees. But smoke tree fields leave no evidence because when illegal plants are found during the investigation, they are immediately burned.

Other than this, indiscriminate attacks by spiritual magic, called counter-terrorist acts, are uncertain whether there has really been terrorism and who has done it.

The stone barrier, which is built to sharpen the areas laid down in the agreement with the Autonomous and Protected Areas, should bear the area of the stone wall if it is to be terrorized, because there is no need for walls or the like without a person to terrorize.

Other acts of colonization into autonomous regions and reserves and the civic class system that treats the settled Spirit people separately from the people of the former Caigbad, plus colour codes and distinctions for each person among the old Caigbad people, still being treated as a warcraft to the bone race.

These were done even more than two years before Thor was invited, by the regressionists who had made up 80% of the government centers since the founding of the country.

Even when it comes to senators, the triennial elections don't change their faces very much. Lesiharm has a high standard of education because he invests in the education of his children, but he is just a citizen who has owed much to the regressionists since the founding of the country in the first place. Returnees, such as financial aid and donations of social infrastructure, also have a philanthropist face, so when it comes to elections, there was even an indication that the reconciliates were somehow sticking their necks in the internal struggle of the returnees.

Gidion told her carelessly.

"- The matter of the Autonomous Communities and Protected Areas does not come overnight. I hope you'll forgive me. Not only did His Holiness the Sage propose seaweed foods and discover new desolation crops, but he also devoted himself to the greening of the desert, reducing diseases and improving birth rates through thorough hygiene management. We want to work with you as much as we can. So we also took care of Cactus."

Thor and Congressman Golyat clogged their throats.

A wise man is the name of Thor, who has the power to summon the Spirit. It was once regarded as a wise man who collaborated with brave men and Virgin to crusade the Demon King, and the summoners that Thor brought with him are called brave men. Sage men are at the centre of spirituality, and brave men and virgins are only servants.

At first he was only a wise man by name, but Tor, who conveyed all sorts of knowledge at all costs, was now a wise man by name.

"Of course I know that. I can't thank you enough."

"Is the fertility going well?

"Of course it is. But occasionally, it looks like someone's coming to see you, so you know that, right?

"No, I'm just worried about the report downstairs. I wanted to hear the words of Lord Sage. You're throwing a lot of money, so laugh at me."

Cactus is officially called marna cactus, cactus, which was also a cactus with a sweet moisture in it.

Lesiharm was exporting from this sauranium-specific cactus by making sugar, a luxury product, which became the two largest producers of sugar alongside Ankwar, which was making sugar from plants similar to sugar cane.

Thor and Congressman Golyat were making cash by selling the next cocktail they were planning to harvest to Gidion in order to put up gold for trans-Sauran. They did what they called close to trading in futures.

Councillor Golyat recreated all of the next harvest of melodic sugar, and Thor recreated the wasteland he received when he was invited to this country, with the connections of the brave and his own knowledge, the harvest of the cocktail fields.

As a lesiharm, I want transversal funds to be difficult to fund but not to be pushed out to the north. Thor also wants to go ahead in the desert to find the means to return to Earth.

It wasn't strange that Gidion knew that, and even though he knew he had traded to sharpen the power of the moderates and sell favors to Thor to keep him quiet, he had no choice not to trade.

Sugar is soaring now.

The combined Warcraft disaster in the Ankwar Islands, the main producer of sugar, has led to a decline in sugar production. It had become internationally thin. That made it quite a bit of cash, but perhaps Gidion should make even more money.

Thor and I wanted to wait for the next harvest, but there were some signs that the crossing would begin before the next harvest, and we needed gold even soon.

"Well, I guess it's time for some free time."

"... I don't mind anything"

No. Gidion stands up in a grim manner.

"- Yes, did you enjoy last night's rose?

To the sudden words, but Thor answered without a rush.

"Yeah, enough"

"... what? It's not like a report."

"No, you're probably not wrong. We also exchanged other brave men and squires to hear a lot about the origins of roses and their growing environment. Thanks to you, we can all learn more about this country, but not enough sleep, not enough sleep."

Last night's rose was about the woman who showed up in Thor's bedroom last night.

Of course, Thor would not give a fait accompli, such as meeting one-on-one, but he had listened skilfully to words such as women's family business and body stories from a woman who, along with other brave men, would be the children of a good house, and had deepened his knowledge according to those words.

Daily tea meals such as night crawling since I was invited to this country. There were many traps that were sure they would have taken responsibility if they had not known the religious implications, and there were several dangerous occasions.

There is no evidence, but it is also all Gidion's work.

If only because marriage obtains Thor's influence, it is still aimed at the child being handed over the protection of the Spirit Summon. Instead, I knew I would eliminate Tor as long as he inherited the protection.

Gidion smiled naturally, as if he hadn't felt any itching.

"- I see, if it has been the comfort of the wise man, then the rose will be the one to look forward to. Bye. May the rich blessings of the Spirit be upon you (Rom.)"

"Tell the florist I have a good rose. Because I may ask for flowers during a celebration. Bye. May the rich blessings of the Spirit be upon you (Rom.)"

Tor exhaled heavily after making sure Gidion left the building.

"... When I was in Japan, I didn't think it would be relative to that. I'm still losing, though.... I hope I can find some oil, some burning water."

"Whether or not anyone in this country can beat that guy. Besides, it's true that many people were saved by Thor's suggestion."

"I'm just drooling over my listening knowledge."

Thor had solemnly declared that he still had knowledge if he did not consider the impact on other countries, but that it was too much. Gunpowder and the like, and most things that need gunpowder in the first place can be substituted with spiritual magic. The only thing that works best is a military conversion, then you don't have to bother telling them about gunpowder. Instead, he investigated trying to make gunpowder and wasn't even researching it because it was bigger to get it stolen. For once this was a decision made among the summoners.

When it comes to how Thor, who was only a sophomore in one high school, knew such a thing, Thor's father was a bastard traveling all over the world. Thor didn't hate his father like that, but he grew up to be a solid one, not to mention knowing his mother's struggles. But I preferred to listen to my father's story of the world he would bring home, so only knowledge was quite remembered, because I was looking from there for a book on matters of interest and reading from one end to the other.

"... interviews are also underway in secret regarding burning water, but they are not fragrant. It's hard to investigate directly in the desert in the first place, so the reality is that it's difficult."

If you are short of money for an internal and external affair, you can't even investigate it.

"Really? So the reconciliation measures are better?

"... Sandboard and Reversi sales, and then some of Cactus's deals somehow set the spotlight for immediate financial resources, but no progress has been made in convincing the regents at all"

"It's understandable that the time when we founded the country was like that, but those times are about to end. If we stick to the glory of the past forever, hatred is on the rise."

Spiritualists and a country finally gained at the end of persecution. It is the ultimate goal of the moderates that they cannot just stand back, but that they will not manage to do so as the same people. I used to be able to do it, so I think I can still do it.

"But I didn't know. I can't believe the people of the Spirit lived in Caigbad, though only a fraction of it."

"I was surprised when I heard it, too. Long before there was no spiritual magic, we escaped persecution on the Mido continent and went to sea for the promised land in the legend, because it was a time when navigation had not yet been established. All I can say is reckless."

The people of the Spirit, who traced to the Sauran continent at the end of their wanderings, coexisted with Ashamism, the native religion of the land, in Caigbird, where the bone race had loosely ruled as king. The people of the Spirit, who lived on the Sauran continent from such a source, also belonged to the moderates.

"... example fields, are you okay?

"Of course it is. That's what I need. I'm being discreet."

That's all I said, Senator Golyat left.

The remaining tol exhaled loudly again.

Two brave men came from the back room, looking worried.

"... are you okay? I'll bring you some tea."

Yukiko, with the protection of 'arithmetic', speaks out to Tor, who is sloppy and powerless on the couch.

"Exactly tired"

"We've met a few people in the album, but the political world is full of glamour. Dr. Akikawa and Gouda will look cute."

Another brave man clasps his shoulder.

"Because you're of a different type. Well, I guess it feels like Gouda's top compatibility. Well, it's very upstairs. Back there. Then they call me Grandpa Chemical. It shouldn't even be in this world to be over two hundred years old in the first place with race. It's not weird to be around ninety-nine gods at all."

Thor smiled bitterly.

Yukiko opened her mouth as she had decided to prepare tea.

"Oh, I knew you were running errands... Uggs, you'd better help"

A servant who is the seventy-ninth summoner. From "No (79) Uggs," he used the hidden word Uggs.

"... I think he should think he's a local. There's also the word" annoying. "

It's no rush to help if you ask for help, but they don't come in contact there. Then this one too, you better do that.

I don't even know where the information leaks from if I touch it poorly. Pretending not to know, it was easy to pretend to be someone else.

Besides, there's not that much room for this one either. I couldn't afford to deal with an album, a church, or even the same summoner right now.

"... just what kind of person and how much power do you have? That's about all I want to know. Even with no protection, he's a foreign body in this world just like us again. You better know how you're going to live. Oh, shit. If this were the case, I'd keep Mr. Yoshito a little longer."

Josito Kudoh. A brave man with the protection of his transformation, he visited Lesiharm flutteringly not long ago, and since he fluttered away, there has been no tone out. Using the Autonomous Magic 'Picture of the Dead', I never could reach you, but neither could it.

"... well, it's a question of what you came here to do in the first place."

Thor looked somewhat into the history of the immigration and knew that the collectors were coming to Lesiharm. I haven't even stopped by the association since, and I don't even know where I am.

Do you move as a hunter, or are you just here to see me? Sometimes I come to visit in a world like this, but I don't know as long as I'm from Japan. I don't even know my real name in the first place. Because, worst of all, he may be someone like Luge.

- Shall I go?

"... right, let's ask. It seems like a hunter, so I want the association to use it and do it anyway. Anyway."

New pressure crystal. Akira Sinjo. Unlike Yukiko, she realizes that her own protection is susceptible to use, and declares her ability restricted to the album. As a result, he had been found useless and had been bred to death. There are several other guys like that. Whatever the difference between making that decision yourself or being so recommended by Thor.

The collector was visiting the nearest city, Nazarea.

After a lot of research at the association there, the collector asked the receptionist.

"How do I get to the Bone Race Autonomous Community?

"The Reserve needs a passage permit and a security deposit and a guarantor for the Lesiharms, regardless of the first or second degree. Permits will not be issued without a request order, etc."