Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The wilderness night slowly dawns.

As the sky changed from pale to white, the ice and darkness elves that were moving around vigorously left remnantly, and the fire and light elves appeared snug.

In the middle of the night, the collector had been awake from the unclear, lowest temperatures around him, examining the surroundings of the settlement with Snow White and Azrona, but he saw once again the settlement of the bone race that gradually exposed itself in the dawn of the payoff, keeping an eye on its anomaly.

Minutes The only thing that stands out besides the temple is the wilderness and rocks. Even the walls to prevent the invasion of the Warcraft surrounding the settlement are only rock-loaded.

Other than that, there were sparse fine fields, dotted with pungent shrubs and just a few cactuses.

The rocks vary from far beyond their height to about children, but the bone races gathered them together and seemed to somehow make them a dwelling, from which a bone race wrapped around a black thin cloth or a bone race just wrapped around a crude cloth appeared pompous.

The collector only knows as much as a woman is wrapped in a thin cloth, other than a man or a child, but when you look at the behavior, you're no different than a person.

They enter and worship the Minutes Temple from within the darkness, then start the day. Draw water from the well, tease the field, and if the temperature rises, pull it into the house.

They don't have breakfast. There are aspects of being resistant to hunger, but also because food is simply scarce or not very active due to high temperatures during the day.

The life of a bone race that could not use spiritual magic was little different from that of the Earth when the machine was underdeveloped.

Snowman and Snow White in such a morning routine, Azlona on its back was walking.

The gaze of fear and hatred pierces me from nowhere.

It is not to snow or white, but to the keeper, and to Azlona.

When you come to the front of the Minutes Temple without worrying,

"- If you want to go somewhere, speak up. Because I'm a guarantor, even though it's all in shape."

Sadie, an old woman wearing a black thin cloth from her head, stood there and told her to blame it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Because they're the ones. I wanted to find out on the ground. Well, mostly snow-white favors. More than that, isn't this the temple for the goddess of the moon?

To a collector who doesn't see much of the color of reflection, Sadie answers with eyes that are like watching a nasty child.

"This is an Ashamist prayer place you built with the generosity of your Moon Goddess entourage. And in response to that generosity, he rents some of the prayer hall to his Moon Goddess entourages. … and that's how it's built"

This is unacceptable in the strictly Ashamist countries north of Lesiharm, but since the former Caigbad was a country tolerant of religion, the bone races who were its inhabitants also embraced such a strange temple of worship and partition.

"... can I come in too? Excuse me, ma'am. I need to speak to the Chief."

The collector is not an Ashamist, and naturally she is not a woman. minutes temple and chapel, neither condition was met.

"... what do you think? Let's hear it."

Sadie spoke to an entourage who was nearby, and the entourage entered the temple early enough.

"They're going to ask Sophilis and Master Bamdad."

A mentor (Eph) was like an Asham leader in every place of worship, and his authority was limited to the community in which the place of worship was located. Even when it came to leaders, they weren't in a position to order anything, they were like community counselors who chewed up the teachings of Asham and passed them on to the faithful or answered the questions of the faithful.

Waiting for a response, Snow White and Azrona are aligned for a major stretch.

Sadie, who saw it, looked smiling without fear.

"Is Laro here yet?

"Yeah, you seem to have woken up until dawn, so maybe you'll stay asleep until evening. I had my nocturnal entourage monitor me somewhat. Actually, I also asked for Mr. Klander's surveillance, but he seems to have shaken it off beautifully."

He was traveling on snow and white, so he couldn't possibly be chased.

"You seem to get along well with your friends, but do you know the chief lady?

"Yes, we're starting to work here and we're very grateful for your help"

"Heh.... oh yeah. I've been asking you, why did you ask me for the red lotus dragon horn? If that's the companion to the Moon Goddess led by that chief of state, you don't care about as much as Red Lotus Fei Long. It's like work."

Apart from its unsavory meat, Feilong's ingredients are difficult to manage quality. But there was no proviso about it in Sadie's request, and he wanted the Horn of the Red Lotus Feilong, which would territorial the autonomous region of the bone race because of any condition.

At last, the purpose is not the corner. This is why it was a strange request. Of course, it could have been a freak's request to have a useless corner.

Sadie shook her neck sideways, not denying the words of the treasurer.

"Goddess of the Moon's entourage is sending people to autonomous communities other than here. With the support of life in the Autonomous Region, the repair of settlements, and the defeat of the onslaught Warcraft, we can't reach the Red Lotus Dragon."

Red Lotus Feilong retaliates. A nearby settlement will be attacked as retaliation if you lay your hands on a half-breed. As an entourage of the Moon Goddess, it seems that even if you can repel the raid, you don't have enough hands when it comes to a compromise that requires full preparation.

"But it's still in your hands. And you don't seem very welcome..."

Sadie grinned bitterly at the collector who clearly said what was difficult to say.

Sadie is a second-class citizen. I changed my attribution from Caigbird to Lessiharm. If you look at it from the people of the former Caigbad living in the Autonomous Community, you can't be a traitor.

To this day, though the ambient gaze directed at Sadie is not as good as the collector's, it could never be said that it was just friendly.

"I... wish that the people of Caigbad and the people of Lesiharm could coexist. Therefore, the government could not rely on the autonomous community in need to make a request for a compromise."

"... coexistence. I guess that's ideal, but that sounds difficult."

"I don't have to think an old woman with no power seems great, but still..."

Destroyed Lesiharm, Destroyed Caigbird.

Perhaps it is ideal, beautiful, picturesque, etc. for each one to have the right of the winner and the hatred of the loser to abandon and coexist.

Ever since I came to this world, the Zodiac had been in pain with that.

But if everyone forsakes their ideals, the only thing left in this world is hell. A world where only a handful of winners benefit the width. Living in such a world is hard, and the zodiac himself didn't think he could live in such a world.

Thus, the collector was skeptical of Sadie's words, while in his heart he prayed that it would come true.

"… so, is the matter of the compromise okay? You may abandon it if it seems difficult. Even if I wanted to get into this land but I got this request for it, I wouldn't do anything to appeal to the association or the government. I had to fake the request, too."

There will be no penalty for waiving this request.

But even if the interruption itself succeeded, it had to pay huge amounts of compensation if that resulted in Red Lotus Feilong's retaliatory actions.

"Well, look around a little more and decide. I hope I have to talk to Snow White."

"... I know it's rude, but if you've decided to plan a compromise, could you tell me and Sophilis?

"Mm-hmm. That's more certain."

If it fails, it is.

"- By the way, can you eat this?

The zodiac's eyes were directed at the field that was beside the Minutes Temple.

Still small, but plants similar to turnips are glancing at each other from the wilderness.

"That is the savage crop recommended by the wise man. Until recently, it was a drought, but thanks to that crop, we got through it."

"... wise man?

"Yeah, I hear you're here at the invitation of Lesiharm from the kingdom of Albaum. Spiritualists are told of the resurgence of the sage Lesiharm, the founding fathers of Spiritualism, but before the drought, he was uninvolved for Ashamists. But I really appreciate your dedication to those of us who believe in a different God in times of drought."

In other words, he is a brave man.

I also heard the collector said he was in Reciharm, but didn't think he was influential so far. But just because you have a brave man doesn't mean you're going home. I haven't had a boat to return to for a while, and I have requests and requests I've received.

The collector shifts the conversation with a heck of a hammer.

"Is it good?

So Sadie said it for the first time.

"... No, yes, there's nothing you can't eat, is there?

It doesn't seem to taste good.

The sun has shown itself completely from across the horizon, and the temperature has risen.

So finally, an entourage returns from the Minutes Temple.

When Sadie responded, she pointed her sorry face at the collector.

"Excuse me. He's not an Ashamist or a woman, so he can't allow it."

"Well, I guess I'll have no choice."

It's what I expected.

The collector clasped his shoulders and took Snow White and Azrona, who looked depressed by the temperature that began to rise, to take a nap.

That night, the collector and Snow White, Azlona gently broke in from behind the Minutes Temple.

Waiting in a cooking-like place were Sophilis and the senile bone race.

"... what, wasn't it a love letter"

Late at night, the wind carried a piece of leaf paper as the collector attempted to make his way to the site survey of the Red Lotus Feilongs.

"Are you unhappy with your grandfather's love letter?

"You're determined by dissatisfaction. Damn, so, what's the story?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Well, it's not a minute temple or a chapel here. I just can't do it during the day. - I'm a mentor in this prayer house, Bamdad-Athersh. Now that's one name, but call me Bamdad. Put me on a mentor and I'll have less trouble."

"Collector, it's seven stars. This is Snow White, and Azlona."

"I don't want to be very welcoming because some of us do things that are out of reach to our people at night, but within my sight, so I invited you."

The collector is convinced.

"Right. Well, maybe this is it. Give me a break."

By the mouth, yes, but the collector, who had anticipated the half-requirement, lowers the two bundles he was able to take charge of.

"... roots of trees, is it?

"Well, close to that. Take this."

The collector starts cooking in the cooking alley without explaining anything.

"Is there anything you can't eat?

"What, no, I don't..."

"There are some commandments for sea things and insects, but that is all. But..."

"If you're willing to use the hall, use it."

Bamdad is surprised that the collectors told him to use the 'hall' flat. Because it was too natural a way of putting it, as if it were even natural.

"No fire?

The evening also deepens and there are no fire spells even if there are ice spells.

"... there you go"

Bamdad turns to his fingertips, suspicious of the collector who wants fire without saying anything. There was a little fire lizard.

Apparently Azrona remembered the fire lizard she had with the child she met a while back, climbing onto the back of the collector and stretching her neck with interest.

"... oh, that's why you guys have fire lizards"

Bone race cannot use spiritual magic. But the staple foods cannot be eaten without fire with smoke wood smoke. I was convinced to keep the fire lizard from an early age for that reason.

"... as you speculate. Looks like you know someone from a bone race other than the eagle."

"I just saw it on the border between the desert and the wilderness for a bit......, oh, that helps"

The fire blown by the fire lizard gives magic to the fire elite that itself encloses, and maintains fire in the air. When a fire lizard finishes blowing fire, it is a strange being with the Spirit, because it does not exist beautifully and refreshingly except for the fire elves maintained by the possessor.

For some reason, the collector left Azrona on his back unwilling to come down, finely chopped the 'roots of the trees' and borrowed a pan in the cooking area to start stirring.

There the sugar and the soy stone obtained in Longhua Country were crushed in powder and added to stir fry, served on an appropriate plate and placed in a pong before the two of them.

Bamdad had already become a figure of man, transformed into an old man with a white beard on his pale brown skin. The black religious clothes worn go hand in hand, creating a solemn atmosphere.

"If you think there's anything you can do until you even bother using the museum and the fire lizard, eat the roots of the tree. Don't eat anything like this until it's critical even in a drought. Most of the time, the tree itself is small."

"For once, as someone who draws the blood of an elf, it's not something I like to eat"

"Really? It's so good."

That said, the keeper ate painfully by himself.

Snow White didn't even look and when he was throwing it into the mouth of Azlona, who showed interest, Bamdad finally raved his voice.

"What do you want? Are you here to see me?

"Well, don't get mad at me. This is not the root of a tree. Gobo, these plants, they're crops. I wanted to tell you first that I could eat like this. Here's the real deal."

The collector puts his hands on another bunch. Next time it was as dry as a tree branch.

Then he cut it to about the size of his middle finger, lit it, and put his mouth on it like a cigarette.

- Gjeho, Gjeheng

Mutual collector.

But Bamdad changed his complexion.

"Is that a smoke tree?"

- Gehhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh.

"Yeah, I can't even suck it, but I can't."

A keeper whose back is rubbed by an old man of bones.

Hopefully Sophilis was good, I couldn't say it by comparison, etc., but the snow white noticed it was staring at Giroli and the collector. Naturally, I don't have a tail hug either.

The collector finally spoke up.

"Ma 'an, well, smoke tree or smoke root. The purpose was to bring this here."

Quickly unraveling the 'Hall', Bamdad had snapped the smoke tree out of the collector's hand and was ascertaining its flavour.

"... the flavour is so-so, neither acceptable nor impossible, but it seems nutritious. If it's a crop that can be eaten by it, they won't burn it down in case they find it. I guess roots grow in the ground, and are they hard to find in the first place..."

The collector offered Sophilis a kimpy with just a gobo.

"That's about all I know how to eat. All you have to do is roll up the meat and eat it, but I'll leave that to you. I'll do all this root. Let me live here. Yeah, and I don't know if I should say that smoked root beef meal. I ate it too once, but I don't know what happens if I eat it continuously. Look it up around there, too."

Then Sophilis, never willing, uttered the kimpira.

"... surprisingly, it's delicious. Is this sugar and soy sauce from Longhua Country? It smelled good."

"If you bury it, they'll grow up on their own."

"- Where did you get this?

When Sophilis looked straight at the collector and asked, Bamdad, who had somehow returned to sanity, also stared at the collector.

"It's the depths of a cold desert on the Mid Continent. And then, well, it's a secret. Don't spread the word too much that I brought it. I know it's just food, but I can't wait to be treated like a terrorist."

At Dragon Mountain in Marnova, when I was calculating to kill Luge, with a mild knoll to the point of public discourse, the thief Skeleton asked me to.

There's no way I can say that. I'm not stopped by Ziva, but my relationship with Ziva isn't anything to pee about.

By the way, Ziva just secretly told me to use it as a smoke root when she asked the collector, and I didn't know this was edible. I thought the collector looked like a gobo, so I made salt kimpyra.

Ziva's face was exactly the same as these two faces at that time, and she looked like she couldn't believe she was eating the roots of a tree, but when she ate it, she was convinced she was eating molly.

Bamdad accidentally approached the collector.

"I was worried about smoke earlier and overlooked it..."

It is a skeleton, but it seems to be bending the nose.

"... so much"

The faint fragrance from the ears of the collector certainly belonged to the bone race, who also abandoned the woman to become a warrior and still fought for me alone.

Being a woman a warrior to Ashamism means something completely different to a man.

Sure, he is a warrior, but therefore he does not have to behave as a woman, nor is he allowed to get dirty on the battlefield, nor will he be judged. But you will never be recognized as a woman again, and you will not be protected. I can't even get married. That's also why they don't treat you on an equal footing with men.

Bamdad remembered a certain girl and secretly apologized.

"- Well, then, do as you please with the rest"

"Thank you."

"Like I said, I was just asked. The reward... I've already got it"

This ended what Ziva asked me to do. I didn't disappear to thank you for helping me kill Luge, but I would have returned some.

If Bamdad or Sophilis had insider access to Lesiharm for any reason, there would be no problem. Ziva is also flushing smoked root beef eel from Ziva's route. What the collector gave Bamdad was only to the extent that there should be more seeds to sow.

The collector walks straight to the field survey of the Red Lotus Feilongs.

Toton Tan Tatan

I heard the instrument from somewhere. Sounds like tapping something. Additionally, it adds the sound of a bow playing there.

It was a crude sound, a monotonous tone that could not even be an instrument, but for some reason it was full of rustic charm that made me want to listen.

This is how they retain their own spirit, which tends to dull into the world. It was an extremely important lifestyle for them.

Snow White and Azrona are in a good mood. I know he's unconscious, but he was shaking his tail all together.

At first glance, a small light leaking from the cooking area behind the Minutes Temple lit a rock rolling nearby.

There was a charcoal-like black or some kind of white stone painted, childish painting.

The awkward human bone painting is like a hell of a painting at first glance because of the wilderness in the background, but it probably belongs to the family. Other than that, some are like elaborate geometric literature and landscape paintings drawn by adults.

The collectors listened to the sound for a while, viewed some paintings, and then headed to investigate the Red Lotus Fei Dragon.

Early the next morning, Sophilis and Bamdad had just planted smoked root beef butterflies in the field when the collectors returned to the settlement. Given the absence of adults of the bone race around them, it is presumed that they would intend to experiment to see if they would grow here before publishing.

You think a lot, and when the collector looks at it, all of a sudden a child's bone race rushes up to the field and follows something.

If you stare, it was like jelly about to collapse that was coming out of a dug up field. It was so-called slime.

In the Mido continent, it is called moving mucus, moving snout, etc., and elves and the like are sometimes referred to as living water sperms.

It once inhabited the earth, but disappeared from before and after the simultaneous awakening of the Spirit Magic that took place throughout the Mid continent, and was found to inhabit the earth after a while. They seem to be slowly moving around very shallow parts of the earth and eating lifeless organic matter, mainly warcraft carcasses and manure, etc. But it was said that there was no fairy of life in his body, and that he was close to a fairy, halfway between the Warcraft and the Spirit.

What a treasurer and snow white to the pastoral sight, Azlona was invited to a great stretch, to build a cabin in the right place as it was, into sleep.

Five days have passed since the collectors arrived in this settlement as they surveyed it that way from evening to morning and, at one point, collected plants that Laro wanted, looked around at paintings painted on rocks and walls by bone races, and slept on pillows of primitive music heard from nowhere.

"- You don't hunt red lotus flying dragons, do you? Isn't that why it's such a good story?

Laro sat down and whispered, next to the collector who was up around the evening to support the meal. Given the time to return, we have to leave tomorrow, and today is the limit. Laro may have no choice but to push so evil.

But good stories and all, I'm done with such errands as giving Gobo to the settlement's bone race.

"Unfortunately, nothing.... you seem free."

He seemed to be exploring the change in the signs of the collector, but when he found out that nothing really seemed to happen, Laro looked bored.

"I didn't think I'd find anything so soon."

Because of the gobo provided by the collector, when the collector asked Bamdad about the plant that Laro wanted, he told me where to collect it.

From then on Laro seemed to be really free, and Sadie told me that he would be prancing the settlement for a day when the sun was shining.

"Ahhh, I don't know if it's a good story but it's rolling."

And he answered in his heart that there was no such thing, and the treasurer baked the flesh for the two that waited now or now for the flesh.

That night, on the back of the dirt cave where Laro's ibiki could be heard, the possessor turned to the back of the temple for minutes without sound.

Entering the leaky cooking alley of the little lights, Sadie and Sophilis, Bamdad, were waiting there.

I'd already talked about Red Lotus Fei Long's plan to thin out.

"Probably, it's ok......"

Both Sophilis and Bamdad looked difficult.

The collector is seven stars, but I couldn't wipe my worries, although I saw the snow and white, the beast, up close, listened to the plan, and I don't think it was a problem. And -.

"I'll go, too. Because it's what we have to do."

When Sophilis said so, Bamdad also said he would follow.

Both Sophilis and Bamdad are, in fact, superior to the possessor in their simple prowess. You can't use spiritual magic to get to Bamdad.

"Things you just have to avoid or endure. If we get close, we don't care about the rest."

If you ask me, they were warriors when I was younger. Living in such a neighborhood was natural in a way.

When a collector fails, it is the role of the two to crusade the flock without one remaining. Of course, the collectors will participate then, but given the difficulty of defeating without leaving flying dragons, I didn't want to do that.

"- Well, thank you."

The three nodded, and left the settlement.

While hiding in the rocks, Snow White had a sharp gaze.

Find a herd of about seven red lotus flying dragons in a valley with little trees sandwiched by rocky mountains. It was one of the flocks on which the collectors had taken their feet many times and had their eyes on them.

Yet what Snow White sees is a treasurer hidden in the same rock.

The collector's gaze was pointed at Sophilis' bent glutes, which were slightly obliquely forward.

I don't like it. No, in the middle of the hunt, he's leaking signs of evil, too. I wrapped my tail around that neck, saying that the possessor was bad.

"... Huh!

The treasurer, who had concentrated on Red Lotus Feilongs and Sophilis, is likely to raise his voice in surprise, but he has no voice.

Instead of a snowy tail wrapping around his neck, he was blocking that mouth.

A force that can be gradually put in.

The collector taps his tail, but his neck tightens.

In the meantime, there was movement in the Red Lotus Fei Long.

That was more sidelined than hunting at first glance. It's a common sight in itself.

A large camel with a large lizard with a large fin on its back. The Red Lotus Fei Dragon herd was after it.

A large lizard who is passive in many, but shows stubborn resistance.

He seemed to be quite a strong man, waving it around when he could clasp the tail of the Red Lotus Fei Dragon, and the other Red Lotus Fei Dragons seemed untouchable.

Then a red lotus flying dragon hovered in front of the great lizard, showing off the little lizard he had caught from somewhere. That, apart from its size, looks a lot like the Great Lizard, being eagled by the toes of the Red Lotus Fei Dragon and sounding queer.

It is a child.

The Great Lizard's fury echoes in Iwatani.

But Red Lotus Feilong lowered the child he had grabbed and released him lightly.

I'm gonna help the kid, so give me the prey.

The great lizard, who seems to be somewhat intelligent, noticed it and protected the child as he crawled his gaze without alarm, relinquishing his prey and slowly slowly after-thicking.

And when he flipped some distance away, he tried to rush the child all at once.

There, the fireball burst.

There is no great lizard to shelter a child in the spitting fireball of the Red Lotus Flying Dragon, which arrives from the ground and the air.

Even as the child ran out of breath first and burned herself just at the end, she was kicked and desperate by a leader-like one-man, a large red lotus flying dragon.

Or if you're not intelligent, you could have abandoned your child and escaped. He was highly intelligent, or highly spiritual, but as a result, both parents and children were killed.

Smart and strong.

But it was too cruel a way, even if it was a code of nature.

The snow and white I was watching also has a deep wrinkle on the tip of my nose and a grand glance at my face.

"... Snow White, was it, I don't care, so let him go. Well, you're gonna die, aren't you?

When Snow White noticed haha, his strength was loosing from the body of a collector strangled with his tail. It is a living, but so-called 'fallen' state.

It took a few minutes for Snow White to let go of the Zodiac in a hurry and for the Zodiac to be brought back to life by Sophilis and ready for further hunting.

From here on out, it's the real deal.

Weirdly refreshed for some reason by being dropped by snow and white, the collector clings to the back of the snow and looks forward without any evil.

When the dragons followed the sequence and finished eating their guts, they grabbed the leftover flesh and flew away.

Snow white chased behind him, without sound, as he returned to his nest in a row.

The leader is the flying dragon, a way of flying as if to boast of its power.

Aim for such a leader, there is no way, the aim is exactly the rear-end red lotus flying dragon that is about to fly right now. It was clear that it was a young flying dragon, smaller in turn than the other Red Lotus flying dragons, and younger in sequence.

Snow and white swallowed up into the throats of flying dragons as they sewed the darkness of night, quietly, but as a strip of light took off, dragging them into the shadows of nearby rocks.

Red Lotus Feilong can put his strength into the throat eaten to call for help, but he can't open his mouth.

Snow White had not stood by his fangs but had bitten his neck mightily, wrapping his tail around its mouth even more. I can't even scream at this.

So Red Lotus Feilong's vision dimmed.

But that's not because I lost consciousness. All of a sudden, my vision was dyed black.

Even though he still rumbles into incomprehensible situations and tries to resist with poisonous tails, his body slows down somehow with the slight pain he ran on his leg fingers.

Still suppressing the bursting Fei Long, the collectors continue to lurk on the spot.

The Red Lotus Fei Dragons flew away into the desert, assuming it was the one with the tail following them.

It wasn't until five minutes later that the captive Fei Long was dead, and the collectors quickly moved to another place and finally took a breath. Even if the Red Lotus Fei Dragons have turned back, there is already no trace of anything. You shouldn't even be able to understand what happened.

"Oh, my God, well"

After the red lotus flying dragon flew away, Sophilis and Bamdad, who had been watching from afar to be unnoticed, showed up and praised the collectors for their handiwork with a frightened face.

It was surprising that the collectors looked into the material at the association and did field research. If they knew it was a plan they had made when they heard about the ecology of Red Lotus Feilongs from Sophilis and Bamdad, they still actually did it.

"Well, it's mostly snow white"

The collector answers with a ball-like sweat.

"- No, that's Advanced Dark and Stone Magic, plus some sort of autonomous magic. It's amazing enough to call them simultaneous exercises."

Sometimes it was a wilderness night closer to the desert where the Dark Fairy was active, or the Zodiac was lightly successful in exercising the Advanced Dark Fairy Demon.

No matter how much snow and white made the hunt a success without sound, some signs leak.

So shortly after dragging the Red Lotus Fei Dragon into the shadow of the rock, the collector covered himself with snow white and himself, the Red Lotus Fei Dragon, and the surrounding area with the advanced dark elf magic "Blindfield Realm (Blindfield)", dispersed in its darkness and exercised the stone elf magic to hide himself inside the nearby Great Rock.

In addition, he created a powerful muscle relaxation venom with the "Thousand Weird Poisons" that he had prepared in advance, granting it to the "Magic Spike Arrow" and stabbing it directly.

Wrapped around the darkness to assimilate into the night to make the surrounding area look as if it were just a night, the roar was sealed by snow and white, planted under the wind to dive into the rock and not leak the smell, infused with poison and suppressed with all his might by snow and keepers, hiding the signs as well.

It's an assassinated hunt, but this is what hunting is supposed to be, and in the case of Feilongs, this is the only way to do it, because you have to defeat them so they don't retaliate.

We don't hurt ourselves, we defeat our prey.

If you take the deep hand, you won't be able to hunt. The same is true of the keeper. Regardless of the normal wound, if the area is missing, it cannot be healed. Crushing fractures and severe burns were also dangerous. If you die of shock, there is no way to recover.

If this is a government or a massive hunt, you don't have to go this far to assume and prepare for even retaliatory action, but you can't help it because Lesiharm doesn't do that for the bone race, and the autonomous government can't help it.

Looking at him, he stared at the red lotus flying dragon that Snow White and Azrona defeated with glittering eyes. They tasted the smoked meat from the Fei Long they had before.

"... it's a hassle, and I don't know if it'll work in the first place"

Two soothing ones.

All the collectors heard from the Apes was that they smoked it in a crawling tree (Algiers) with certain characteristics and eliminated the smell of fat. I knew it would take a lot of time, even if it was a trial and error from there.

"Can I have a minute? I heard you're gonna eat that red lotus flying dragon, are you insane?

"... oh, just a little hassle"

Sophilis and Bamdad face each other.

Fei Long tastes bad. This was public common sense.

"... could you tell me how? The autonomous communities of Washi and others are poor, as we have seen. Fortunately strong against hunger and thirst, but still want to make sure you have something to eat"

The collector takes into account his promise to the Rigoku Monkey Man and his gratitude to Ziva for exchanging the smoked Feilongs.

"I've actually eaten before. I just can't tell you where the story came from, and it's not something you can eat right away."

"Never mind."

"... the method itself is not difficult. Just smoke it with a certain crawling tree. I just don't know if that's all there is to it. So it takes time to study."

"There's such a way..."

Bamdad and Sophilis look at each other and nod.

"Will you give this Red Lotus Fei Long away?

The collector sees the snow white.

Snow White looked like he would even think about the truth of the universe for a while, but he acknowledged. If the bone race had established its way, it would have found its way back into the smoked meat of the Feilongs.

"Right, but we don't know if we're gonna be able to eat it, do we? It's not the same kind of dragon I ate."

"That's okay. That's all there is to time."

"... well"

So Bamdad glanced at Azlona.

If it were the same Fei Long, it was conveyed in the atmosphere that it was a joke in the sense that it was a joke, so I was evil and saw the collector as well. And it was surprising to the collector, but Sophilis also rode.

- Geez!?

He thought it would be cooked. Azlona tried to escape to Snow White, but Snow White also stared at Azlona again.

- Gee...

shocked, searching for Kyoro and his allies, but not there.

At last, he rounded his body, held his head in with his wing arms and circled it.

"Just kidding. No, but it's a very different honesty from the Red Lotus Fei Long."

I corrected if Bamdad was lost.

Fei Long is hated on the Sauran continent because of the heavy damage caused by Red Lotus Fei Long. It was also because of the harsh eyes directed at Azlona in the village.

"Yeah, really.... I'm sorry"

Sophilis approaches and gently strokes its back.

But Azlona doesn't move. I think I'm stubborn.

Rarely does Snow and White get upset about that, and he taps pepper with his tail telling the collector to do something about it.

The collector, staring at Azlona's rounded back for a while, stuck his hand in the food backpack and took away an object.

Azlona reacts as soon as possible and turns around for a moment.

In the hand of the treasurer was the smoked meat of the flying dragon that had been secretly whisked away. If you plump it in the universe, Azlona's neck moves each time.

And when I threw it like it was, I jumped up basically and ate it.

This kind of place looks just like snow and white.

With that in mind, Snow White crept in. Give it to me, too.

"Ma, wait, relax. Okay, I'll do it."

Just the smell, even this presence.

"... once this is the real thing. This is all I have left."

The collector offered about two pieces of meat while one hand was bitten by the snow and white of every smoked meat.

Bamdad can't eat here even though he smells of it, and Sophilis mouths it.

"... It's a bit of a habit, but it's delicious"

"If it's real, then so be it."

That's what I said in my mouth, Bamdad, but to the smell of smoked meat I'd never smelled, I believed the sailor's words.

"Well, you're free to believe it or not. So, there are two things you want me to do for Fei Long. First of all, could you make me Azrona belly armor with this red lotus flying dragon leather?

It will still grow, but the wilderness ground is hot. I was thinking about it.

Sophilis sees Bamdad.

"... with Fei Long's belly armor. Crazy. But you're not an Asham..."

"If not, well, I can't help it. And one of them is..."

"No, let's take it. It's just that the way the eagles do it is old. It's probably going to take much longer than making it out of reciherm..."

"I don't mind. Can't you put on a wheel or something at the end?

"Shh, wheels? We'll talk about it the next time we get here. Leather by then."

Yes, the Caveman visits this autonomous community again.

There is not a single compromise.

It was impossible to hunt in ten days because at the request there were more than five of them and they had to be done with caution and due diligence.

Because it's troublesome, we can't just wipe it all out. There was an aspect that warcraft living in the desert was suppressed by Red Lotus Feilong. It is only urgent to destroy one herd by accident.

"There's one more thing. I will continue to stop by the Autonomous Communities several times. I might go to other autonomous communities as well. I want it to be convenient then. I need you to keep me and Mr. Sadie safe. Laro... maybe only this time."

Bamdad for this, and Sophilis also gave me pleasant consent.

It was when the collectors finished hunting and had the snow and white drag the darkened Red Lotus Fei Dragon and finally arrived in the settlement.

- The stars poured.

Snow White heard a suspicious wind-cut sound heard from the sky at the dawn of Payment.

Noticed it, and aggressively covered everyone on the spot with a thick dirt shelter. One beat late and Sophilis reinforces it.

There are no signs of spiritual magic.

But now there was just a rock pouring out of the sky.

One rock after another, held together with the roar, pierces the earth.

"Damn, what is it? There was no sign of spiritual magic. How much soil magic is a sign..."

"- It's a retaliatory attack on Lesiharm. This is spiritual magic, not spiritual magic. We call it" rock rain, "but we can't even detect it without vigilance with spiritual magic."

In the roar, Sophilis answered out loud.

Only rock launches are carried out with earth sperm magic, meaning that when you draw parabolas and fall, they are only rocks.

This must be calculated by man up to the angle of firing, the power and the wind speed, and shared by multiple human beings, each unifying the spiritual magic of a different sensation, aligning its exercise. Otherwise, I couldn't drop it where I was aiming.

Once the Spirit people did not have a country and were flowing everywhere, so they could not do enough research in an era of full autonomous magic, no they were not forgiven.

But the Spirit people did not give up. Otherwise, they studied disciplines similar to science and mathematics.

It combined spiritual magic to produce this' rain of rocks'.

This method was easy even for recruits who could only use elementary magic, because calculations are received by those who are good at them, and it was possible to target distances that do not require more harmony than 'simultaneous exercise' and do not reach with traditional spiritual magic.

And yet, it is more tragic to be attacked.

"... I know there aren't many victims because I should have been on alert. There's a shelter in the basement."

The rock rain stopped.

A merciless sight popped into my eyes as the collector and Sophilis unraveled the dirt sierter and entered the settlement.

Even the minute temple was built to withstand the rain of the rocks, some of it had collapsed.

Naturally, there was no other kind of rocky dwelling that could be tolerated, and the settlement had turned into just a rocky wilderness.

The fields were pierced with rocks, and the charcoal and paintings painted in white, which were near the minute temple, had been unbroken.

Still, the morning sun rises.

Did the vigilance of the Moon Goddess's entourages make it to evacuation, or there were no dead

but there seems to have been some injuries, or fractures.

People looked like they were on the way, and still did their morning prayers before they began to turn the rocks away.

The accustomed tricks seemed to tell an extra story of daily harshness.

The collector was staring at the condition as he helped the settlement with spiritual magic

Reconstruction does not proceed as late because of the low use of spiritual magic.

Still, people are going to remove debris.

I am exposed to the indiscriminate attacks of Lesiharm, and there is no hope for tomorrow or anything else, and I just see myself dealing with the reality in front of me.

Still, helping each other broke the heart of the treasurer.

Work with others, join forces, and move the Great Rock. A powerless woman or child pulls a small rock to the edge.

It was similar to how Japan's recovery from the earthquake we saw on TV, without spiritual magic. The collectors cannot afford to volunteer, at best to the extent that they raised money. Realistically, I don't know that.

But it was order, the sight of considering others made me think of Japan.

The Great Star of Longhua Country (Darshin) withdrew the boy's hand and resisted the unsolvable reality.

We're all going back to Japan. Josito headed to a single unknown continent with the fear that he might forget his own face with one blessing called 'Transformation' for all that.

Ziva who continues to fight and support for the bone race.

And bone races holding hands in front of each other.

The collector has snow and white, as well as Azlona.

But it was like grass without roots, all three of them together. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was because I wanted to be in a country called Japan that the collectors once lived a depressed life but didn't manage to get off the road. I could say I had to be there, but I still picked it out myself and was there because I liked it.

Now, I don't have it.

The zodiac felt only a little lost in the matter, and envied the great stars, Yoshito and Ziva who had it.

If I could get that, such thoughts would have started dwelling small in the chest of the treasurer.

The collectors had a deadline for their stay.

"... sorry at this time"

Sophilis in the words of the treasurer, and Bamdad shook his neck to the side.

"What, the usual?"

"- Mr. Zao, I need to talk to you for a second..."

That's how Sophilis cut it out with a serious face.

Two days later.

Between the extended walls and the walls there were the figures of the possessors, Sadie and Laro at the interrogation post.

"- Detention on suspicion of civil unrest"

The three were detained by soldiers.

But there's no sign of Snow White and Azrona.