Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"... here is"

"No, I'm sorry. Just a reminder. What? It's not weird."

It was a stone building in the heart of the city that led me to Lalo. Soldiers, hunters, mercenaries, and even ordinary people hang on to the large doors that seem to be the entrances and exits on the arch.

A large sign was erected near the door.

"[Holy Land Retrieval]

Starring Abel Cohen, Clarice Eftar

It was a theater.

In this tense land, theatre seems to be taking place to comfort soldiers, hunters and the general public.

"When I got stuck in jail, I forgot if my tickets were going to be wasted, but remember. Glad we made it."

Tickets to stand by are relatively inexpensive because about three people can fit in a single ticket but the purpose is to comfort them.

Entering the dim theatre following Laro, who presented the tickets, the spacious stage was stretched out in front of him, and the passenger seats were separated into stand-up seats on the ground floor part and special viewing seats on the second and third floors.

"I can see Clarice for sure up there, but it's expensive, and Conne is there.... I'll see you someday."

Clarice is the starring actress, and apparently Laro is into actresses. Well, if that's about it, I'll go out with him, and the keeper didn't say anything.

The first floor stand-up seats are full, and after a while the interior of the theater is dimmed. The guests' seats that were deliberate gradually quieted down, and the stage was poured with light.

It had become a dark land.

Approximately 10,000 years ago. A wise man who crusaded the demon king was founded to monitor the demon king's resurrection and is said to have boasted a thousand years of glory, but now he had lost his former glory and turned into a land of evil.

Brutal high skeletons were enslaving their countrymen and offering them as sacrifices to the red serpent. Those who followed High Skeleton behaved tyrannically, and those who did not were repressed and forced to submit. An evil purple smoke rose from the city, and the evil bones that were still in service were walking wide.

It was blessed by the Spirit God and the Spiritualists and their allies who appeared there aboard the ship.

Guided by the Spirit God, Cain, a hero, and his wife Shochaner, who guards his back with a scepter, set forth the liberation of his compatriots and the recapture of the covenant land, and confronted an army led by the Dark Bone King (Skeleton King), wrapped in black.

The two led the army through many difficulties and finally defeated the Demon Bone King.

Many of his compatriots were saved, but besides that, they forgave, welcomed, and brethren those who were compelled to obey the Demon Bone King.

Thus, after roughly nine thousand years, the Spiritual kingdom of Lesiharm rebuilt.

It's a simple muscle story, but it's easy to understand and interesting.

In particular, Actress Clarice, who played Shochaner, played a brilliant role in combining prudence and strength, while also describing beauty.

"You're beautiful. It's just a little bit of elf blood."

Laro muttered to no one as he stared at the stage.

She does have blonde blue eyes and thin body lines. The ups and downs were intense, but overall thin, which reminded me of an elf somewhere.

Elves are special to spiritualists.

At a time when race could not use spiritual magic, it was no exception for spiritualists who believed in spiritual God. But only the elves exercised spiritual magic, and the spiritualists had a secret longing for the elves.

That remains the same now.

The early release of the collectors and the extent of that interrogation was such that it also had some effect that Sophilis, the chief goddess of the moon, was a half-elf.

By the way, it seems that Rallo is not a spiritualist, calling him Clarice and the like, and Dot is all over the starring actress. And of course, the Zao is not a spiritualist, but there was something undeniable about the beauty of the starring actress.

But the zodiac was more concerned about the woman of the small race, the sidekick who plays the use of the Spirit God who guides the two than the starring actress.

First, its bright pink hair caught my eye. Far more and longer than the average race.

And small, but its face is never young. At first glance it also looks like it shrunk the elves intact, but not as extraordinary as the elves, fleshy and sensual. In that sense, I can also say that I made the half elf smaller.

The childhood and weakness exuded by the smallness mixed with the colour emitted by the adult woman, releasing a demonic beauty.

The collector had unconsciously taken out the miscellaneous books and brushes and was beginning to draw them.

Neighbor Laro stares at Clarice obsessively.

For how long it had been, the collector felt he had eyes with a small race actress only once within doing his eyes on the stage several times.

But that happens all the time, and it's just a matter of concern. It is stranger to be blind because you are staring at yourself.

At some point the play was over, and Laro went somewhere, distracted by the waves of people, even waiting to leave.

Various audiences disappeared, and the collectors continued to paint nonetheless. I wanted to finish it within my memory.

- Let me see it.

A woman of a small race, who was playing that sidekick, stood in front of the collector. He weaves a fur coat from the top of his dress.

He was suddenly a surprising collector when he was called out, but he would stand out if he continued to paint in the guest seats where the audience was gone, and he didn't notice until a woman of small race approached him because he was immersed in the painting.

When I drew it on my own, it didn't seem to taste good.

The collector gave him the miscellaneous book.

Because he was treated as a pornographic painting in Longhua Country, he separates the miscellaneous books of paintings that are likely to be caught from those that are not. Even if someone saw a less-exposed painting, it would have no effect, so I gave it to them.

Besides her own paintings, a woman of small race who also sees paralysis and other paintings on her own. And -.

"... Hmm, sounds like you're in love with all the women you're drawing"

The keeper exposes the Manuke surface to feelings he never expected.

But soon,

"- But not like this. Paint a more valuable picture."

The woman of the small race tore her painting and burned it in an instant. It is fire magic.

Leaving behind a provocative narrative, the little race woman let her leave with the sound of cuttlefish and heels.

"... you're a woman like a storm"

The collector divulges his feelings like that, but there is no anger. I painted it on my own, so I couldn't help but get rid of it.

"- No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.... What's wrong? You look like the Green Demon King in the city, don't you?

"No.... well, is it similar? Do you know the name of that sidekick, the little race woman?

"Hmm? Small race?... Oh sure, Nadala Yag. I've been seeing it better on stage lately, but it's a small race. You'll get tired of it and disappear soon. Next, next."

When I left the theater, the sun was completely down and the wind against my cheeks was getting cold.

It was to the east of the city that Laro, with his collectors, made his way early, an even more obscene place among the neighborhoods inhabited by many secondary citizens. There are still muddy houses lined up in the Cagebird era.

At that corner there was a liquor store that was not even beautiful to flatter, and Lalo's destination seemed to be there.

Laro opens the door.

Then the smell of liquor, smoke trees, and even darker people snorted at the annoying heat.

"This is a place for hunters and mercenaries. - Grandpa, the usual."

When Laro took me to sit at the table in the corner, his gaze at the treasure was pointed at the collector.

The hunters and mercenaries of the stream drink and serve women like whores in open chest costumes as large as their shoulders, secretly observing newcomers as they get to know each other and are interested in silly stories.

The collector ignores it and looks for something that looks like a menu, but it doesn't.

"Yeah, 'cause there's a bunch of guys from different countries here. The food that comes out depends on your grandfather's mood. Alcohol is expensive on the Mid Continent, but that one is cheap"

Light purple liquor similar to wine, swallowed by the men around them.

It was a liquor made from fruit grown in a green area west of Lesiharm. Similar to grapes, it is said that the fruition method is similar to that of apples, and that grains of grapes that are as good as apples bear fruit one by one.

Laro received the cheap liquor at the counter and gave it to the collector.

"... I'd say split, but not so much, huh?

Prices in Reciharm are high.

"Don't be a fool, it's my luxury. I just want to say... all I luxury is that liquor and cheap knobs. It would be cheaper to bring it in, but not today. - Cheers."

The upbeat Laro gently hoisted the jock, and the keeper went along with it.

"- Wow, isn't that Laro? I heard you got caught, so I thought you finally got your hands on your wife."

A man of seemingly inflexible race talks to Laro with a woman in his arms.

"Come on, come on. I don't know what you're talking about here. What, when I went to the sanctuary for a second with a woman, my father's fist just came down from above"

"He's the lucky one. No, some of the other hunters aren't back yet, so you're lucky."

A man who sees us as a keeper who doesn't say anything in silence.

Look at that, Laro answers.

"Whoa, thanks to this guy I went with and the guarantor. I don't know. He's got a date with the moon goddess."

"Ho, with those bittersweet ladies. A little softer. Oh, I'll give you something to rub. Hey, hey, hey, why don't you introduce me?"

Rallo pinched his mouth before the treasurer opened his mouth.

"Stop it, stop it. This hunting beast really doesn't go out of style. They're gonna make us markazilli from behind."

"Ha, well, I hope I can't"

The man, who was not even the wind afraid of the hunting beast, but soon laid his spear, turning his gaze to the hoarder, turning back to his table and speaking to his companions.

The collectors had been observed since entering this tavern. And the man that was involved in Lalo also put his exploration into the people of the safekeeping, in fact.

Hunters and mercenaries of the stream who were in the liquor store knew that they would have some kind of temperature-controlled magic fixture, without looking as sweaty as it would have been if they had entered a warm tavern from the cold breeze.

But I'm not sure otherwise.

"That's Ankhwar's 10,000-colored rock crab (Moussi Himp) claw. It's supposed to be pretty heavy, but you use a hammer?

"Leather armor is also with Fei Long... you're using something else. It's a good substitute."

"Why are you wearing giant gloves?"

"... what kind of hunting beast is markaziri the guy in the gred. Even if it's half talk because it's what Laro says...... oh, frightening"

"What are you doing with your eyes?"

"Don't be silly, you're still better off. His nose is low, and his eyes are shady. I prefer weather like a fool like you."

"Oh, wow."

The more they bind their knowledge flowing through a number of countries, the harder the collector's gear goes round bare, but the more they know about the gear, the more chighugs they feel about the collector who never looks strong. A very normal flow hunter, it was uncomfortable to say.

As a result, for the time being, it was the assessment of the general flow.

Though his gaze was concerned, the collector relieved a little nervousness and jocked at being peacefully swallowed.

It also looks like rosé wine, but the taste is close to white wine. Not as alcoholic as distilled liquor, it was by far the easiest liquor to swallow.

Likewise drunk, Laro shrugs as he lights the smoke tree.

"... prices are high here, but our taxes are privileged. It's not even booze, and if you want something to eat, you can hunt it. Some of them are a little tough, but there's entertainment, and there's women. Even smoke trees can smoke. I have a lot of work to do. It's like paradise for a flowing hunter like me if he doesn't do something crazy."

Smoke trees and prostitution are forbidden in Lesiharm, but they were not so tightly controlled when it comes to prostitution, and they were silent. Whores are mostly poor second-class citizens, but the race was as if it had fallen apart.

Smoke trees are also forbidden in public, but if you are not a spiritual, it was possible to smoke in a determined place.

"Don't you ever get caught like this one?

"If you want to make money in this country, don't get involved with Ashamism and the Reserve. I just went for Hannah this time, and I've never been questioned like that in this country."

Interpretation, the hunter of the stream is the leftover.

Lesiharm is also giving up his country and calling hunters, but he wasn't up to getting his neck stuck in the dark of his country.

"Right."

"As much as you do. Well, let me know if you have any good stories.... and you can definitely call me when you think you can tail someone."

"Is that Hannah an official good enough?

"That's it. This is it."

Lalo laughing with Niyaniya.

The collector dared not touch it, feeling signs that he was about to be stabbed one day. It is also life.

"Look, swallow it"

"I'm not strong. I mean, you swallow it."

I'll snap the liquor Laro tried to pour and pour it the other way around.

"Oh, you idiot, you're putting too much in there"

"Swallow as much as you like. Your luxury."

"Damn, dude, dude, dude."

"Whoa, Laro, that's not a good swallow."

The other men, who were eager to see how things were, mixed up, and the noisy tavern night went even further.

Elida, he was a champion who gained the sacrificial technique of "peace if you let him swallow it for now," while he was dating a big star (Darshin), but now it was time to approach the Warcraft Stables.

It's pointless in hiding, but I was somewhere narrow on my shoulders as I put the snow whites down and swallowed them.

It was found in the snowflake and caught in sight.

But Snow White doesn't try to get close.

Regardless of the liquor, Snow White glanced at the smoke tree, the smell of a man, the smell of the makeup of a woman who was about to sneeze, and paid off the face of the collector with his tail.

Azlona, who was awakened by the sound of things, also saw the keeper, and turned away from his face. He doesn't like the smell.

I was just swallowing it, and the snow white won't move, even if the keeper tries to get the snow whites.

"... oh, home"

So I remembered the rental house, and the treasurer turned back to the city amazingly as he bit down the absences.

Turning back to the dim city and opening the doors of the association where the lights spilled, the hunters and staff burst into chaos into the eyes of the collector.

"Vacancy for the party? I'll introduce you soon, so please meet me. In the meantime, I'd like to ask for this request."

"Don't be ridiculous! That's a low-level hunter... Okay, okay, okay. Don't look at me with those crying eyes."

"At this request, not this one. What? Yes, I can't. Give it up. But this one should be more efficient. As soon as we're done, we'll turn over new requests."

"Bandits? They're from the north anyway. If it's this way from the border, you can kill it. Don't go deep."

"Batting with mercenaries? Contact the union immediately. Damn, what did my client..."

If it's bad to interrupt, the keeper starts to get upset, even if he sits in a chair that was in the corner of the association. I swallowed all night. I managed to keep pace but swallowed too much.

By the way, Laro is dead in a liquor store.

By the time the sun rose and there were fewer signs of people in the association, Livka stood before the treasurer.

He looks terribly nasty.

"Hmm? Oh, it's that time already"

The collector stood aside and stood in front of Livka, but Livka drew a steady step to the smell to distance herself and make her eyes even more dangerous.

"It's about you, Hunter, etc. who comes to the association and sleeps... smoke tree for alcohol until morning. Though I'm not a spiritual, I was wondering if I might be a little sloppy."

Smoke trees are strictly forbidden for spiritualists.

"... you're not smoking, are you? I'm pretty sure I swallowed it."

"It is also forbidden to swallow too much"

After Livka headed outside in an unsatisfactory manner, the collector had no choice but to chase him.

The collector accompanied Livka and, once again, when he picked up the snow whites at the Warcraft Stables, he came to a certain house close to the gate with the guidance of Livka.

It was a muddy building inhabited by an extremely common secondary citizen.

There were two rooms, and when he went inside, Snow White, with Azrona on board, headed to the back to confirm the territory.

The collector looks around the room in front of him, but there is just a camad and a watermelon near the entrance, and there are no chairs or even tables.

"- If you were going to make something big out of spiritual magic, do it now. I have permission. If it's fine after tomorrow, but if it's big, depending on the size of the spiritual magic, the guards will come."

Livka said, never going in through the door. Temperatures are rising outside, and it should be hot, but I don't even let that happen every time.

The collector made a quick, table and chair, a suitable shelf.

"Speaking of which, should I say hello to my neighbor?

"... right. I'm a hunter around, but you'd better show me your face."

The collectors who call Snow White and Azrona and follow Livka.

The houses of the treasurers are corners, that is, two neighbors, and all they have to do is walls and paths.

Livka stopped in front of one of them.

"This is someone named Zion who is coming to make money from Berets, and the other one should be going to work now"

Three knocks.

Then a man came out the door, checked Livka, an association official, and then came outside.

"I'm a collector who's supposed to live next door from today. And the Snow White and the Azlona of the Beast."

"Oh, nice to meet you. It's Zion.... are you okay?

Zion looking at Snow White and Azrona.

"It's okay."

Zion grabbed the cheek unconsciously as he leaned in front of the snow and white.

It was too smooth, and even Snow White delayed his response to a move that didn't make him feel as though he was harmful -.

Biro and I got my cheeks stretched.

Zion releases his hand at the perfect time when Snow White is about to get angry, this time reaching for Azlona, who was also on its back.

Huh? and pinch the Azrona hyena tilting her neck with both hands, twirling all the way around.

Zion quickly let go of his hand, satisfied to see Azrona wanting to twist and tickle herself.

"... no problem"

Said so. Fei Long should be hated at Lesi Harm, but Zion doesn't seem to have all that bad feelings.

It's not good at all, but Snow White is staring at me, but Zion didn't even seem to care about that gaze.

"Oh, oh, nice to meet you"

Exactly this reaction was unexpected. The collector managed to answer that, leaving the house behind.

"... you have a liver."

"I'm not in charge, but I'm a four-star hunter. I have four stars because I can hardly fulfill my duty of patrolling in this country, but it would be a little more up there if it were. - Now if you'll excuse me."

After Livka leaves, the collector returns to the rental house to pillow the snow and white that lay in the back room with the double shield of a flying dragon in the depressing heat.

Then Azlona put her head over the belly of the treasurer.

The collector stared at the ceiling as he stroked the hyena of Azlona, immersed in the aftermath of drunkenness.

"... home"

Not the nest, the house.

It is a rented house, but for the first time since being summoned, it lives in a person's living area.

To that fact, I was remembering the exhilaration when I had just started living alone one day.

Will one day I be able to have a land that belongs to me, a home to return to?

With the thought that I didn't know if it was such a reality or a delusion in my dreams, the collector was asleep at some point.

Early the next morning, the collector goes to the association and lines up at the reception with Livka.

When the order comes and we talk about going to the next autonomous community.

"The recent terrorist attacks have tightened controls on access to the Autonomous Communities. Approximately ten days were allowed to apply and the stay was changed to a maximum of eight days."

……

It is now the sixty-second day of the Yellow Moon. Given the eighteen day interval between applications and stays there, hunting four more Red Lotus Feilongs will take a lot of time.

The collector sighed one.

"We've also contacted Mr. Sadie and we've already filed, so we're nine days away. There are no penalties for stopping going to the reserve, so I took the liberty of starting the process here."

The collector blinks.

The keeper, who had never encountered so many decyl officials in the association, had taken a serious look at Livka.

"... are you listening?

"Ah, oh. Then I'll introduce you to the proper requests for the time being -"

- First of all, it's a meeting.

"No, you don't have to bother me like that."

"I don't know what you can and can't do. To introduce a request that was properly suited and desirable, this is a meeting first. Nice."

If you say that in a strong tone, you didn't even want to snort as a keeper.

Then he changed places and discussed spiritual magic affinity and proficiency, the weapons used, the requests he had made so far, snow white and azrona, and even religion and food preferences in detail, sweating until the time when the temperature was hottest.

The collectors also keep secrets, but the story started when they were in the Allerduria Mountains, and they felt as if they were consulting professionally at Hello Work.

"… so is there anything you would like or would not like to do in accepting a request"

Look, Livka's forehead and arms sitting in the front are also sweating tightly.

"... I don't want to request an escort"

"Is that out of... distrust of this country?

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant"

Reflecting on whether it could also be taken that way, the collector thought whether it made no sense.

As for the escort, it's not because it's a lesiharm. Originally, I didn't intend to take it. I just can't find any significance in protecting the lives of those who don't know what they're doing.

If you think about the significance, you can't eat it.

That's right, I've known that since I was in Japan. I had even done a guard who was obsolete of a baton because of a request from the contractor's side that it be intimidating. They told me to run away if anything happened, but it equals little training, and it's somewhere horrible to guard with an almost round waist. It is also possible that the muggler, who was a grown man, will suddenly storm off.

You have to escort a person and even listen to the person being escorted.

You chose now because you had as much power as you could choose, not to rely on gold, but to survive on your own in the mountains. But...

"I really don't mean that. … just what do you think of this country"

I've been caught in the treasurer.

I, who am not a party, find myself outraged by Ziva's story. But it is an irresponsible hatred of those who are not parties.

The collector affirms both hatred and vengeance, but the irresponsible hatred of those who are not parties is unacceptable and did not want to.

Because if you work as a hunter, doesn't that make you a part of Lesi Harm? I don't even think so.

I mean, I didn't know how to hang out with Lesi Harm.

Livka thinks about it and then answers with confusion.

"I was born in this country, and this is the only country I know. I've been in this country since I was born and I don't know any other way than to live here. I've noticed some strange things about the history of this country that adults and schools have taught me about working for associations, but I don't even think everything the Asham countries in the north and former Caigbad terrorists say is right."

Livka looks straight at the collector.

"Besides, I don't like being enslaved or killed, even if everything the terrorists say was right. I don't even have to go outside this country. This is my country."

"... right"

It is a matter of understanding.

Neither what Ziva was saying is true, nor what Lesiharm claims, can be proven to the collectors. Probably both have the right and wrong part.

Beyond the birth of second and third generations like Livka, which were not born at the time of the invasion, it is not realistic to kick out spiritualists and rebuild Caigbad, nor is the kind of repression we are now carrying out acceptable.

Then what should I do?

The collector couldn't figure that out.

The only thing I can tell is the reality that Ziva, who was violently deprived of her country, still fights and Livka, who was born in this country, tries to live now and Sadie is doing all she can to make peace.

The collector clearly recognized that he was standing at a distant point without any help.

"... I'm sorry to hear something weird. The only thing I don't get escorts for is the business of people. If you're crusading or collecting warcraft, you don't have to worry about it. If it's legal and legitimate, I don't care what the job is about, but at least let me choose."

Still, in order to live, no, you have to earn at least the fare.

Everything is from then on.

"... is that right? … but I can't get promoted with that"

In addition to crusading and collecting to become more than six stars, I had to request an escort.

"Oh, I'm not really willing to get promoted in the first place. The penalty for declining a compulsory request is huge."

"Then you won't receive more than your current rank, except for a salting request and a later one. Plus, if you get a higher rank, you'll get more magic equipment for associations that are available for purchase, as well as changes in preferences and treatment from the state. Some countries and chambers of commerce pay quotas to hire you if you have a high rank."

"No, that kind of hassle is fine. There is also snow white and azrona. I can't settle in a lot of people. Well, I might if I felt like it."

"... Really, I get it. No, mercenaries often do escort requests. There's also a bandit's opponent. Because hunters are predominantly expected to escort warcraft opponents. Speaking of wearing it, I'm not even in trouble enough as an association to force you to take it. If that's okay with Mr. Klund, no problem. … So what about this request?"

There are two requests made by Livka. And what a surprise there is a list.

Request for seven stars for the collector and salting request for snow and white.

And furthermore, it was a list of requisitions that were likely to become salty.

"... you look like a grown-up, don't come all this way"

"Don't let people play with money," he said.

A certain mansion in the capital city of Berets.

Gidion was sitting on the couch drinking tea.

A skinny but stern man stands beside it.

Lazarus Ashel, a man wielding his spicy arms as Gidion's right arm and one of the senators of Lesiharm.

"Well, one stomach aches like a hidden field."

Gidion made a mockery.

Stricter scrutiny of applications for entry and exit from the Autonomous Communities and shorter periods of stay were carried out as a reinforcement of vigilance against acts of terrorism that occurred recently, but that is superficial.

It was all a warning to the brave, an obstruction.

Gidion bought up the pre-harvest Marna Cactus from Tor and paid Tor the price in the current market.

The price of sugar was soaring, and Gidion bought Marna Cactus, which had not yet been harvested, because it was expected that the next harvest would still rise.

If more sugar flows to the market than Gidion expects, the price of sugar will fall and Gidion will suffer enormous losses.

Thor was after it, and he was building hidden fields of Marnacactus all over Lesiharm.

Not illegal, but clever.

"I don't want you to be danced to by the moderates or anything, and I want you to keep your mouth shut like you've always been."

Good sage.

That was Gidion's assessment.

Thor provides information free of charge on wilderness crops, seaweed food, thorough hygiene management and desert greening techniques, and asks for very little on his own. At best it is about the mouthfeel for merchants and the wasteland finally received by pushing them forcefully.

It's troublesome because women don't receive it either, but it was a very convenient sage for Lesiharm, no, for Gidion.

As spiritualists, I have respect for the wise, but it is against the power of the Spirit Summoning, one of the powers that the ancient wise man supposedly dwelt in him. Tor Hagiri is only that vessel.

If you let a woman hold you and your child have that power, the rest is only as valuable as that knowledge at best.

Danced by the moderates, all I could say was that they were stupid, such as stripping their fangs.

If you block the way to the field, such as Marna Cactus in the hidden field, that's fine. It's just that we don't have to let it be managed or harvested.

"What should we do with the example crop?"

"If you tighten too tight, the Moon Goddess entourages are loud. Sometimes it's about the temple. Missed him. Wouldn't that be a good food for warcraft and terrorists?"

Rough crops similar to turnips. It used to feed livestock when it was the kingdom of Caigbird.

"Protests are coming from associations, moon goddess entourages, and unions about hunter restraints..."

The collectors were not the only ones detained. Several hunters and mercenaries who were in other autonomous and protected areas were also detained.

"As usual, tell me it's anti-terrorist. Even if they don't tell you this, you'll see. Do something about the example warcraft and the bandits of the north. I can't stop being depressed."

Associations and unions do not need hunters or mercenaries who go out of their way to enter protected areas.

The Moon Goddess's entourage can have you leave the sanctuary if you have any complaints.

That is the answer.

Of course, there is no such thing as Lazarus telling both sides.

"Ha."

"... oh yeah. Keep in touch with the example brave man and album through the Mutual Aid Society. Sage, you must know a little bit about your position."

After doing some reporting, Lazarus left Gidion's room.

Back in the room, Lazarus notices the shadow on the bed.

It was Nadala Yag, a small race of sidekick actresses who burned that collector's painting, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Lazarus brutally removes the silver crown of his hair and releases it to the table.

"What's wrong?

"Oh, my god, I've been sitting in a coffin, and I've lost my life."

"You have a nice angry face."

"Well, what I like about you is jewelry or gold."

That's not true. Nadara held him fluffy with a trick that wouldn't make him feel weighty.

"I like jewelry and money, but only you are special"

"I wonder"

I knew that was not the case, but with a face that still didn't seem plain, Lazarus kept Nadala in his arms and carried her to bed.

Small race.

I was often mistaken for a Dwarf once, and I still don't get along with a Dwarf. Men are more disappointed in Dwarves, but women were very similar. All in all, both men and women are smaller in small races, but it doesn't mean they don't have that much at all with Dwarf women.

Clearly the difference was the way it was born and its temperament, its lifespan.

Dwarves are fetal, like people, individually different but many stubborn and domestic. Life expectancy was not as long as elves.

But the small race is the opposite, egg raw. There are personal differences here, but many prefer freedom on the run. Life expectancy is shorter than race, and if you live forty years, you are said to be an elder, and on average, you die at about twenty-five to thirty years of age. For this reason, the mind and body mature prematurely, becoming adults at the age of three, and after adulthood, the flesh remains at its peak and continues to live until its life expectancy is exhausted.

He was famous as a race that ravaged troubles and financial troubles between men and women.

Of course, Lazarus knows that too.

I'm just dating Nadala as someone I can hang out with without rotting. The money I do as a patron is also Hasita gold.

The intercession is a heathen woman.

All you have to do is throw it away if it's used up.

Lazarus laughed lightly as he was covered in nadara.

Rivka introduces me to the request, leaves with the snowflakes, and returns.

And at the same time as receiving the reward, Livka is introduced to the request again.

He was a collector who lived a busy day earning his living and his fare while his permit to travel to the Autonomous Region went down, but one day Livka asked him to do it.

"I need to talk to you a little."

"Hmm?"

"Could you be the leader?

That was a request from the association rather than Livka.

The lead target was a ten-star hunter of the native species of the Sauranic continent, the Tooth Tiger Nation, or the Sword Tiger (Sabertiger) beast race.

He originally lived in a small autonomous community, but recently said that the autonomous community was devastated by the outburst of the Warcraft (Stampede) and became a Leshham.

My father, who was originally a hunter, was supposed to lead the way, but he lost his life on a certain crusade request, and he's in the absence of a leader?

Surviving compatriots are also scattered, and there is also the 'red' of second-class citizens or no leading maker.

Sometimes a first-degree citizen doesn't lead a second-class citizen, and the Tooth Tigers themselves are very belligerent and difficult to handle, so they don't want to lead the same second-class citizen?

"... Neither can I."

"No, there's Mr. Snow White, isn't there? It is said that the beast race is familiar with the higher Warcraft of the same lineage, and can't you ask me to try something?

"I've never had a decent lead"

He led the yobi of the Bat Beast race at Anquar, but that only taught him gear and weapons, and simple ways to fight. Yobi was only born with high potential.

"I receive my handiwork as a hunter from my father, so there's no problem around it. Yeah, my arm isn't ten stars, nine, no. Maybe eight."

"... what are you going to do after you're alone. I'd be in trouble if they told me to take care of him in the collapse."

"No, she said she already has a friend who plans to throw a party"

"Then let those leaders do it."

"It's the mountains that I want to do that, but the two people I plan to party with are different colors, that is, blue and green kids, but their leader is their parents. Those parents don't want to lead the way in 'red'. The other one has been led by a hunter from a women-only clan, so I can't do it with a Teeth Tiger boy."

I don't know. It's not even a story. It can be said that the 'red' of the secondary citizen is stared at from Lesiharm. It would be a public matter of not being able to turn down the interaction of the children, but also of not being able to actively support them.

"He's already converted with his father, and he wants to do something about it."

"Then be a spiritualist and do something about it."

"We were suspected of disguised conversion... It's a completely unfounded rumor."

Once the collector, too, Elida, the hunter of the giant species, became the leader when his identity was unknown.

There is no reward.

That's just why I say it's a hunter's lesson.

It probably doesn't matter if Elida, even if the lead opponent is a Leshham, a Spiritualist, or an Asham.

Because the treasurers and others were completely unidentified, ecologically unknown mountain folk.

"... look at him and then decide"