Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

- I'm coming, too.

Request worth ten stars, Snow White Spartan Training, Meals, Sleep.

One day those routine-like days went on. Finally, permission to apply for admission to the Autonomous Community was granted, and the collectors were joining Sadie at the association for consultations on their way to the Autonomous Community.

Naturally, Farsha wasn't going to take him, but when he realized it, Farsha made a strong, unthinkable statement, as usual. But...

"You can't do this."

No, sir.

Naturally, it was just rejected by the collectors and Livka.

Next to it Sadie looks like trouble, but smiles and stares at Farsha. Maybe he looks like a grandson because he's an Ashamist.

"Why?"

There was also a desire to be a hunter soon, but I wanted to meet some of Caigbird's former compatriots, whom my grandfather once told me to miss. I wanted to know what Caigbird's original smell was, the faint influence of Reciharm.

Livka explains it seriously, as usual.

"Okay? and even though there were some nasty circumstances, you and your father belonged to Lesiharm and you have been converted. But that's why it's dangerous."

Farsha was a spiritual convert from Ashamism with his father when the autonomous community he lived in at an early age was devastated by the Warcraft disaster.

But Ashamism is inherently forbidden to abandon religion, and Farsha's entry into the Autonomous Community will be treated even more traitorously than Sadie's, and if he makes a mistake, he will be killed.

It would be good if Farsha were not known to have become a spiritualist, but it is also not necessarily true that those who know the circumstances of Farsha have not turned themselves to the Autonomous Communities to which they are headed.

"... please. I don't know about the old Caigbird. It's not like I want to go that way. I've never seen the view my father or grandfather had. That's why I want to see it."

The collector and Livka looked at each other and sighed.

"... can you follow my instructions no matter what?

"Sure."

"Can you even promise Snow White?

Ugh, frightened Farsha.

"Ah, sister... so I can"

Farsha had somehow called Snow White her sister Mistress and had grown to admire her. Azrona is almost like a disciple of the same size, and the collector just said for his brother? Of course, snow and white are at the top.

Seeing Sadie as the collector confirmed, Sadie nodded with a smile under a black thin cloth.

Sadie is also an Asham, but he has no idea what he thinks of Farsha. He just converted according to his father's decision and thinks he shouldn't be guilty.

"Then I'll take you. Instead, if you don't follow the instructions, you'll be asleep all the time while you're in the Autonomous Community."

"Ooh.... old man, that's unusual and rough"

If you look from Farsha, you'll soon have hands. Compared to fathers, the same tooth tiger men, and snowflakes whose tails fly relentlessly when scolding, the collector barely raises his hand. The only exception is during the first battle and training.

"That's all that's at stake, huh?

The collector knows it as knowledge, but not as a matter of fact.

Looking at Livka a little less confident, Livka nodded in a sigh.

The time available to stay in the Autonomous Communities is short.

The collectors stood up and waited for a small cabin near a checkpoint on the wall surrounding the autonomous community so that they could enter the autonomous community as soon as the temperature began to fall in the evening.

"... go"

Snow White and Azrona look disgusted.

Temperatures are finally just dropping and it's still hot.

But I can't just relax this time.

The collector entered the Autonomous Community, forgiving Snow White and Azrona. Farsha was not scheduled in advance, but was allowed to pass because he was a second-class citizen and a spiritualist, of young age, and had a leader named Zao.

"Sadie."

As soon as the collectors were out of the checkpoint, a very small moon goddess entourage, equipped with leather armor on top of a deep green robe, approached with a wave.

He did not seem to have forgotten his commitment to facilitate it in the Autonomous Communities.

"Gwendolyn, long time no see"

One head smaller than the collector. An even smaller woman than Sadie. Yes, it is a dwarf.

Flat body on burnt brown habit hair. But the physical appearance is disappointing for women. I don't look so childish, but I have a young vibe somewhere. There was just no demonic vibe unlike Nadara Yag, a small race actress, and it felt like a working country daughter.

After a brief introduction to each other, Gwendolyn sees Farsha.

"By the way, where is this kid?

I was not among the members I had heard from the chief lady.

"I'm just a leader right now."

When the collector looks into his eyes, Farsha names him.

"- Shamshid, the tooth tiger, is the son, Farsha."

"Whoa, you're doing great"

Gwendolyn offered her hand and asked the Reciherm stream to shake her hand.

Farsha pinned her tail the moment she gripped it, even though she was slightly indulgent.

And when Gwendolyn lets go of her hand without anything, she stares seriously at that hand. It was more gripping than I imagined.

"- Is there something on it?

A collector who was still observing Gwendolyn.

"... no, get to know an energetic aunt named Aeril at Rattana's blacksmith. I was wondering how you could be."

It was a slightly rude thing to say, but a matter of great concern to the collectors. I can't imagine the growth process.

"Oh, well. Not as good as an elf, but Dwarf has a long life, too. Is the way it grows any closer to race? Maybe every ten or twenty years, you can draw a picture and arrange it, and you'll know better."

It seems to be shaped like it stretched the old way of race nearly triple.

"Nevertheless, I was asking the chief lady, you really even look at a country dwarf like me. Well, it's fine with me or the chief woman, but don't worry about the other daughters in the temple for a minute, okay? Some kids don't like men."

"Nooo, sorry"

"Okay. So where are you going?

Based on Gwendolyn's Autonomous Community Update, the collectors began to make plans.

From time to time, a hefty face, bones like a deer stretched out to the side, towed a warcraft car like a boxcarriage. It is a warcraft car arranged by Gwendolyn.

Do not be afraid of snow and white, it seems rather extremely dull.

Azrona jumps on its back with amusement and looks softened to the point that she might be trying to imitate her face. It seemed to have the horsepower it deserved because it would not scare me to tow a Warcraft car and even put Azrona, which was as long as Farsha.

"I'm the Necromancer of Master Bamdad (Eph), and he lent it to me with pleasure. Don't worry, I promise to make it convenient."

Before becoming bone, sand cut large antelope (Lamtiva).

There are four long corners like a sabel and the overall atmosphere is similar to that of Orix. But he is the owner of a body like a rhinoceros, unrelated to the smart one.

For a relaxed face or blunt body, it runs lightly and is also powerful. It is said that they are changing the soil at their feet to make it easier to run, but there were few examples of sightings, which were considered rare warcraft.

"I'll go then. Nice to meet you, Pepe."

There is no need to whip or anything else, but the bone of a sand-cut great antelope called Pepep, who walks off only with the voice of Gwendolyn sitting on your stand. Goggling the bone-specific sound, he gradually increased his speed.

A warcraft car drunken, glocky collector had a face outside from the side of the warcraft car's podium.

"... old man, you don't look like a hunter"

"... leave me alone"

What a pitiful leader looks like Farsha. I had never heard of a stream hunter getting drunk on a Warcraft.

There is no snowflake that was walking side by side with the collectors until earlier.

He was going hunting for a warcraft that would serve as food for the collectors who had not brought food with them, with an emphasis on lightness.

It's night outside, the wind is cold enough to make your cheeks red, but just right for a collector who suffers from drunkenness.

As he managed to distract himself from his drunkenness in the cold wind, a white, round root with red mixed green leaves slightly glanced at him in the unchanging, dim wilderness.

A collector asks Gwendolyn, who sits on your podium.

"Do you still need it?

Other crops were bearing fruit in nearby fields.

"Right, I don't need it anymore. It's just that the brave, no sage, is going to buy me away for this semester because I encouraged him, and I'm raising him without crushing him. Great, because it's my suggestion, I want you to take care of it until the end, and apprentice the upper echelons of Lesiharm and the Autonomous Region."

"... heh"

A collector who behaves in the wind that he is even impressed.

Without realizing how such a collector was, Gwendolyn continued.

"I think I'll get it tomorrow, but I'll tell you again. I hope you never wake me up. Be patient, no matter what."

"The neighboring settlement is loud, isn't it? I know."

That's what I talked to you about before I left.

The settlement across the street is about in the middle of the autonomous community.

If it's true, Sadie wanted us to go closer to the desert, to a settlement on the border, but we have to go, investigate, hunt, and come back within eight days. As a result, it became this settlement.

It is a destination determined by the distance, but its settlement has not recovered from the recent 'rock rain' either. Gwendolyn is Sadie's escort and guide, but also had the nominal purpose of inspecting and helping rebuild the settlement.

The problem is one.

There were two settlements, another so close to the one to which the collectors were headed, extremely closed and did not often think of the outside world.

Doesn't suit that face, Pepe is fast. Furthermore, it was possible to run late at night because of the advantages of the night.

That's why we arrive in Bauhum, one of the settlements in the middle of the autonomous community, in about two days.

Gwendolyn wearing a black thin cloth.

"Hmm? Oh this. You don't have to wear it if it's just a colony of bone races, but if anything else mixes up, you don't know where the strict Ashamists are."

Gwendolyn gets off your platform, heads to the gates of the settlement, and goes to talk.

After a while, they talked, and Gwendolyn, with the companions of the three moon goddesses staying in this settlement, called Pepep out loud, and Pepep walked over there with his bosom.

Sometimes just in the early morning, there are a lot of people.

Besides the bone race, there were also beast races, and races. Because bone races can have children with other races, there are naturally different species.

The collectors who entered the settlement with Pepep.

"All right, I'm gonna go get some big rocks. I hope Mr. Sadie stays with us."

"... you want to help?

There was only one rock bigger than the house. I'm not sure if it collapsed or if that big rock flew in originally using it for the house.

"I'm a dwarf. Soil magic is easy. Do you speak Sauran more than that?

Only Master Bamdad exchanged words in that settlement close to Nazarea. But Bamdad spoke Lesiham, and Sadie and Sophilis all spoke Lesiham.

The collector snorts.

"Yeah, you're good at learning foreign languages. I learned it by ear."

I remember hearing whispers and songs about the common bone race in the first settlement, but I'm saying it's quite impossible.

Lesiham is not something you can't even study on the Mid Continent, but Sauranic is also difficult.

That's not why I can't say it's a brave man's ability to translate, nor is it hard to say that I learned it from Ziva, a thief skeleton. In the end, here's what I have to say.

"Hmm, whatever you can talk about. No. Why don't you treat the village men over there?

"Huh?"

I was pressed for unexpected things.

Hi. Apparently there's a problem with a woman treating an Asham man, and she couldn't get her hands on it.

"... I'll never be an Ashamist. No, I don't wanna be."

"I guess. If you do, your neck will fly in less than three days. Oh, you can cut it up when it gets hot."

Seems the treatment is already definitive.

"... I'm the outsider. You got no problem doing this?

"I'm telling you, it's okay. You don't get anybody who doesn't like you out there."

"What if I fail to treat"

"Failure? There's no such thing as failure to heal? Either you can't fix it, or you can fix it? Oh, no, yeah. Well, I'm fine. We're short on manpower anyway, and if you're looking for perfection, you can't do anything. There's nothing really going on here."

How hard it is to make me think of Aunt Aeril from Anquar and say no. I said I would help with the job of moving the big rock, but regardless of what I said I would help, I'm talking about whether to turn the foreword over.

That's why the collectors started treating him outside the settlement.

Easily build a rural bus stop flavoured cabin with dirt and welcome the patient-like men.

Male bone, male bone, young bone, young man, old bone, old man, young bone, old bone.

I knew it, but it's all a man, what a colorless sight.

Bone races seem to have less objection to the collectors, and do not come to the collectors as old as they get when they become other races. Although it is also true that more young people are injured.

Snow White and Azlona are sunbathing in the early morning sun next to the cabin, but Snow White had Farsha on his tail.

Farsha resolutely tries to attack with his fist, but instead of being disadvantaged by the tail of the snow white, which only seems to fly at the same time from eight directions.

Bauhum's children staring far-flung at him in a startling but intriguing way, but keeping his parents away from him.

The men lined up while waiting for the Treasurer's treatment are talking about something.

"You and this field, it seems impossible after all?

"Oh, the soldiers at the inquest won't let me through. I'll be damned."

"We'll see what happens to the harvest. I can handle what I eat, but I can't earn it."

"Al's place was for an investigation. He ordered me to vacate the village for a few days, and when I got back, it was a wall and settler there. They're separated."

"I don't know. Sahad's men went hunting and were magically plucked by the example clan guys."

"It seems Haddie's wife had a child flowing in the rain of a rock..."

"That's... hanging on"

They're tough everywhere.

The collector clears his ears to such a story, but he will treat it at best.

The treatment of the bone race was a little confusing, but the healing of the fracture seems to be a good idea in the image. The structure is almost unchanged from that of others.

But I wonder if an amateur can treat something like this, such as cuts to the ears of a beast or a tail that is about to be cut from half.

"... I feel like I can stick it together because it's not completely broken. I just don't know what happens after that."

"... I knew it"

"Oh. No, just give me a minute"

Still waiting for the wolf-eared man showing the new chiseled wolftail of the wound, the collector stood up.

The collector called out to Gwendolyn, who was conceiving how to move the Great Rock and at what angle it should be put back.

"You got a minute?

"Hmm?"

"Do tails stick together with treatment? It's a little hard to imagine what's missing."

"Oh, well. Yeah, well, normally, it's very difficult. If it's been too long since I ran out, I can't do it anymore... oh, just in time."

Apparently Gwendolyn returned from hunting a warcraft resembling a wolf, from a hunter of the bone race, and when he gave up that tail and returned to the possessor, he slit that tail vertically with a knife at his waist.

"Here's the thing. The beast race is pretty much the same. But I still think it's hard."

The collector looks at it jiggly, then draws it on a sassy note and remembers the structure.

"Oh, you're good.... but don't draw Asham women. No problem if you draw from the top of a thin cloth, but you can personally identify it, the lines of your body are clear, and you can never get laid at last."

The treasurer stopped his fingers and squealed

"... I'll never be an Ashamist."

Haha and laughing Gwendolyn went back to work.

"... that's why it's hard. But maybe it'll heal. What do we do?"

The wolf-eared man nods as the collector explains Gwendolyn's story as it is.

"If you're going to lose it anyway, do it"

"Okay. Just tell me if it hurts, if you have a fever, or any discomfort. Must."

"Oh, my God, you stink."

"If you rot, it's all gone, right? Worst of all, it involves life. In that sense, it might be safer to just hang up."

At best it is enough to wash with water and there is no disinfectant. Although there are medicines learned from Iralgi, a therapist in Donorvo, the possessor himself has no medical knowledge. I just know a little bit about the structure of the body, below the Yab doctor, what a therapist.

"Wow, I get it. I'm in trouble when it's gone. It stops being hot on women, and it's hard to balance. And it's inconvenient."

When the collector takes out the medicine, the man hurries to his hips. But I moved my broken tail, and I glanced at him with great glory.

"Hey, what, that medicine. I'm going to take the money."

"It's not a big deal. It's the kind of herb I've been using at your place for a long time. You're saving magic and promoting healing. I don't care what the money is, it'll be a good experience. Like when Snow White or Azlona's tail was cut off. - Bye."

Not to mention that it's not such a handkerchief, and the snow white tail that was embellished with Farsha pierces the collector's cheek by stunning. Azrona, on the other hand, wrapped her tail around her and stared.

Look at that, a wolf-eared man with a poisoned face.

"... like really?

"You can bring Gwendolyn anything you want. - Farsha."

Even as Farsha, freed from the snow-white onslaught, turned to the voice of the treasurer, the wolf-eared man blocked.

"No, fine. Do it. Rostam's grandfather was treated."

Following the sight of the werewolf, the earlier treated bone race grandfather was still staring at this one as he shook his fingers with a snail.

"Hmm? Oh, my mother's father's father's father's father's brother."

".................. I found out you're related for now"

I don't think I can tell until I've heard it a few times, and I think it's hard to have a long-lived species with relatives.

"Well, let's do it"

The collector first maintains the water polo in the air. Dissolve the Ilargi direct medication there and wash the tail wound.

Wolf-eared men don't look at pain, or just groan. A lot of people in Japan used to be pain resistant, but it could be the same.

The healing was then activated while fully checking the connecting surface of the tail.

For the sake of difficulty, the tail connects within the mirror as the collector imagines. The beauty of the cutting surface, the knowledge and image of the collector, and the structure of the tail are not so complicated, but because of this...

"... bend over"

An old man of the bone race, known as Rostam's grandfather, peered in at some point and squeaked.

Tail moves.

But it was bent. It is the key tail of a cat.

The wolf-eared man looks unconvinced somehow.

"Shh, no, what is that?"

It's not a failure. But I can't even call it success. Should I apologize at a time like this, or should I not apologize as Sadie says? Quite subtly, as a collector, it was a difficult matter to judge. But still...

"Sorry."

"-" Bent tail is a testament to good luck, "something like that, I'm glad"

"... I've never heard of it, but I guess if Grandpa says so"

When Rostam's grandfather said so, the wolf-eared man was lightly convinced and thanked and left.

When I look at Rostam's grandfather with the thought that the collector was saved, I'm winking. No, because I don't have an eye lid, it means that kind of nuance came through.

I mean, they don't talk about that. The wolf-eared man was just convinced that maybe that could happen because it was just the words of his long-lived grandfather.

"... because that's the only way to hang up if it's supposed to. Just connecting is a thank you note. Let me thank you too. Thanks."

"No, never mind. I didn't get that far either."

"No, no, no, because our, it's also a rare race that makes a woman's strong 'dear' smell out of her ear.... I used to."

Rostam's grandfather looked somewhere nostalgic and left with a trembling hand pounding the pompous shoulder of the treasurer.

It should be noted that from this day forward, rumors of 'bent tails are a testament to good fortune' have flown from nowhere? It seems extra authentic because a wolf-eared man who coincidentally turned tail just in the same place welcomed his wife.

What a dark autonomous community, people may have been looking for little luck.

More and more sweaty collectors realize that sweat has erupted in earnest, cutting up treatment. The shining sun was strangely dazzling.

"Sounds like some kind of weird connection."

Gwendolyn showed up there. He was worried about treating the collector and was here to see it.

"... I'm not gonna treat you anymore"

"Uh, it was crooked, but that's a pretty amazing thing. It doesn't even look like an Aufia chief, but at least you're better than me."

"Can't you sue me or something?

"Because we really have to hang up this time. Except if you go to Lesi Harm, they'll charge you for extrajudicial treatment, and you'll be fine. If anything happens, I'll be responsible."

"... well, to the best of my ability"

Apparently, she's vulnerable to a woman of great weight.

The collector broke up with Gwendolyn, and he hasn't even looked for the Snow Whites.

The snow whites were already caged in a stuffy hole.

The collector entered the hole as he complained about the snow, Azrona and, at the end, Farsha too, boo-boo, and immediately closed the hole and fell asleep.

That night, the collectors headed to investigate the Red Lotus Flying Dragon.

First, we must look for the Red Lotus Fei Long itself. Though I've gotten some information from Gwendolyn about the extent to which he's there, it's hard to find a flying dragon that breaks bones.

In the end, I couldn't confirm what Red Lotus Fei Long looked like and came back in the morning.

Survey, help rebuild, sleep that way, survey and days went on again, but still go pounding and Red Lotus Feilong is not the easier match to hunt. It is enough to be told that it is better not to hunt as long as retaliatory action occurs.

But work is work. The stay is also short.

The collector made his decision on the night of the fifth day of his stay. It is the means that I wanted to avoid if possible.

Last day of hunting if you think about moving. It also confirms the presence of Red Lotus Fei Long. But the collector couldn't help it.

"- Can you ask for it?

When the collector asked for it, Snow White roared reluctantly to leave it to him.

If Snow White, the Warcraft, hunts the Red Lotus Flying Dragon, there can be no retaliatory action. It is all the more so because Snow White also singles out the assassinated hunt and returns so that he doesn't know his connection to the collectors.

It was the pride of the treasurer who never did this before.

Snow and white also had Osioki eaten in full course if the collectors could rely on it cheaply, but the situation is also a circumstance.

That's right. Farsha is not dissatisfied either.

Red lotus flying dragons are a threat to those who live in Sauran. I didn't think the collector's decision was wrong.

Snow White has hunted the Red Lotus Flying Dragon lightly.

Two of those, too.

All the collectors did was lock up and cover up with ice so that the smell of the Hunted Red Lotus Fei Dragon wouldn't leak.

Snow White was no longer a normal ilnique. It was the size that was still the same as the normal individual of the flying snow leopard, but it was definitely on that path to the Parent Warcraft.

I wasn't playing with Snow White.

Knowledge of the collector, workout. I make it my own. Plus I have the blood of that idiosyncratic individual, the Parent Warcraft. There was no way we could have achieved normal growth.

Early next morning.

Dropped off by a dazed gaze somewhere, the collectors leave the settlement behind.

Snow and white are carrying one head first. The other one comes with a rope behind the Warcraft car, and the pepe tows.

The collectors ran at a speed almost unchanged from where they were going, and in an entire day or so they arrived at a settlement of bone races with a temple for a minute with Bamdad.

Red lotus flying dragon carried earlier by Snow White and red lotus flying dragon carried by the collectors.

The people of the settlement who see two red lotus flying dragons and look like they are frightened. The last time I combined the three heads. It's not that much of a hunt.

"... Is this Mr. Klund?

Sophilis asks with his eyes round.

"No way. I had Snow White do it this time. I didn't have much time. This time, I'm totally useless."

"You've treated a lot. I got my tail stuck, too."

I bent over, but Gwendolyn whispered.

"Oh, you helped me. Thank you."

Sophilis tells me to thank you straight, but there's also the crooked tail thing, the keeper I honestly can't be happy with.

"And what happened to the leather, by the way?

Then the mentor of the bone race Bamdad, who was coming with me, answers.

"It still takes, but the armorer brought"

Then another bone race came forward.

When you look at it, the fingertips of the bones are blackened and there is even a part of them that is worn.

"Heard you wanted to make Feilongs armor?

"Armor, or belly armor, feels, but well, look at that."

The collector catches Azrona, who was nearby, and inserts his hands beside both wings, showing them to the craftsmen.

Azlona is defenseless, um, what, will you play? be, but remain.

"I don't have any legs. This is how you strain your belly. I want armor to protect it. Feel like a snake belly. It would be appreciated if we could finally increase the snakebelly part as we grow."

"No? A mutant... can you fly?

"I can fly, but he's not very good at it. It's more alive in the water."

Follow the craftsman's word to let me walk for a moment and bring Azlona down. And in an attempt to run Azlona, I saw Snow White laying asleep ahead.

"... get to Snow White and come back with your mustache"

I'm not going to get mad at you, Azrona.

"... let's do smoked meat"

Azlona running out all the time. It went straight to the source of the snow and white as if it were a seal.

A collector with a bad face with Niyaniya. It is the usual prank.

Bamdad and Sophilis, Gwendolyn. Craftsmen who can't swallow the circumstances.

There's no reason to know the hoarder's prank. Snow White comes in front of Azlona, what? make a face that

- Do it.

Snow White stepped on his tail and shouted at him like a cat.

It's a pain like getting your nose hair pulled out if you say so in people, and it's not as damaging as a scab for snow and white. But I was confused not knowing why Azlona would do this.

But soon, realizing the unpleasant gaze directed at himself, Snow White is convinced.

It's your money.

Azlona, who was trying to escape instantly by pulling his snowy beard, was caught by the snowy tail and thrown at a fierce rate as it was.

Nevertheless, it is usual for Azlona during flight training.

It was the collectors that weren't the usual thing.

It is inevitable to avoid it, and falls without being able to support it by striking it directly in the face.

Azlona, the size of a child, flew in like a fast ball, so it can't even be supported.

Azlona sits right on the chest of the collector, smoked meat? and urge the collector.

The collector retreated Azrona on his chest and gave him a piece of smoked meat, trying to get up.

But Snow White's front leg holds it back.

The collector was again lying on the ground, face trampled by snow and white.

Give it to me too, and only the roar of snow and white urging the smoked meat was heard in the ears of the treasurer.

The collector, who was allowed to get up somehow while giving the snow and white smoked meat, felt his gaze.

The bone races staring at the Red Lotus Fei Long were staring at the magnificence of the collectors as if they were comedy.

"... Always doing this?

"... well, occasionally"

Liar, Snow White stares at Jito's keeper. Not occasionally. frequently.

"What an uncalled for... No, trust?"

"I don't know. I wonder if Klund is being rolled over Yucky's palm, no meatballs."

Yucky is Snow White, a nickname given to it by Gwendolyn, who could not really pronounce the name Snow White.

"... well, okay. Fortunately, there are mountains of leather. Let's try it."

The collector further suggests to the words of the craftsmen who watched the collectors as if they were bewitched by the dimension.

"So. Finally, can't you put on a wheel or something?

"Huh? Wheels?

"No, if you're hungry, it's really late, isn't it? Then I wondered if I could put the wheel on and kick the ground with my wing arm so I could move forward. You think I turn it over my back or tail when I don't use it? Well, you can wear it or take it off."

"Mm-hmm. But that kind of crap."

"That sounds kind of funny."

Dwarf soul nodded, Gwendolyn intruded.

But the preference of a dwarf woman is sewing.

"All the Moon Goddess entourages are women, so hey, you can sew. But the weapon doesn't either. That's why I grind and repair. My father would probably be pissed off if he found out, but he's not here."

"Wheels, do you think we should?

"I can do it. Fine, yeah. Sounds interesting."

"Uh, so, can you ask me for this?

"It's not uncommon around here, then. That's how easy it is. So why don't you split the leather a little bit?

"No problem. I don't even want to take it to Lesi Harm."

I don't even know how much I can tax when I leave the Autonomous Community if I take some smooth leather, and I don't know what kind of obsession I can put on terrorism charges. Wherever possible, I wanted to keep the ones from the Autonomous Communities for consumption in the Autonomous Communities.

"Oh, yeah. I'm glad it didn't happen in the meantime..."

Bamdad calls the demolisher.

The demolisher called judged the belly of the Red Lotus Fei Dragon as instructed by Bamdad, and he is exploring something.

Then he explored something and wiped it with the cloth he had before giving it to Bamdad.

"Again?... I did give it to you."

Size is for one thumb. The color is red, dull metallic orange.

It was the lifestone of the Red Lotus Fei Dragon.

There are about three times as many lifestones as the thumbnails once obtained by the collector.

Life Essence Stone is like a shell that protects life Essence living in a Warcraft, and is the raw material of a Spirit Ball. It is said that many powerful warcraft will have them, but it does not mean that they will definitely.

It was not in the little Red Lotus Fei Dragon, which was now defeated by the Collector in cooperation with Snow White, but only in one of the large Red Lotus Fei Dragons defeated by Snow White.

You can't keep your mouth shut.

"It's not right for you to regret your whole life for a single evil thing. The eagle passes into the presence of God in white.... but it's not even the status quo you can afford. I didn't want to keep anything close to me that could be a sin."

"... oh yeah. Can you give me a poison bag? I'd appreciate it if there was any meat left."

"... originally yours. I'll give it to you right away. But be careful how you use it. Use it cheaply and you'll destroy yourself."

"What, like a little caterpillar defending himself with poison. If the danger is imminent, we can't even use it."

There are many more dangerous things in this world than poison. However, it was a person's emotion to be vigilant because of the fact that it was a dangerous object that was familiar and easy to use.

Thus the Zodiac obtained the lifestone and poison bag of the Red Lotus Feilong, and left the settlement behind.

eighty-first day of the yellow moon.

It was the morning of the ninth day when the treasurers departed.

It wasn't strange to be back within last night, but the collectors didn't show up and Livka was a little worried. Normally I wouldn't worry about that, but the destination is the Autonomous Community, which is also the two of us who have a slight problem with the sociability of the possessor and Farsha.

There's Mr. Sadie, too, but I can't wipe the thought of no way.

But that was worrying.

Early in the morning, when he sees Falsha, Sadie, with his face on the association, Livka strokes his chest down relieved. If you look safe in this way, you can see that there were no major problems that were feared.

The collectors came straight to the reception with Livka.

"- How much is this?

Livka opened her eyes wide to an object that was effortless enough to even give out change.

I suppress surprises somehow and say them softly and quickly.

"Is that Red Lotus Fei Long's?

"Oh."

"In the meantime, hide it somewhere"

The collector enters into his nostalgia as he is told.

"Be careful what you do with colored life stones because they are rare."

"Isn't that a normal stone of life?"

"Yep. That's a mixture of red and yellow, so it can be a raw material for high quality fire and thunder spiritual spheres, as well as magic fixtures. When you wear it as it is, when you activate the Magic Barrier of the Life Elite, it is somewhat resistant to fire and lightning. So most people sell it. It takes an enormous amount of money to make a Spirit Ball or Magic Fixture personally, and it's not that powerful just to have it."

The Zodiac hears thunder and reminds me of Fuji Snow White.

"... can't you put this on a crimson ring that will put this on the hunting beast?

"It is possible…"

Livka calculates in her brain.

"… when machining, I will sharpen it to shape it, but could you give that sharpening cushion to the association? Of course, we will pay the processing fees, the craftsmen, and arrange everything here."

"... I'll take care of it"

The collector says softly.

You can earn your fare, but you don't know when you'll get next, such as colored life stones.

"... what can I say, don't you think about being deceived or damaged?

Farsha is nodding yeah next door.

The collector scratches his head.

"I don't know the market or anything. I'll leave it to you. Well, if they fooled me, they fooled me, and I'm just never going to hang out with him again. I'm not good at business. So that's what I'm gonna do."

"I thought you might want to think about it a little bit more."

"Sex."

How much will I lose if I leave it alone?

Fighting himself for something like that, Livka received a colored life stone from the collector and began the process.

"Speaking of which, how was the reserve?

Ask Farsha while Livka works. Then Sadie, who waited quietly beside him, also turned her attention to Farsha.

I was concerned about Farsha's mood when he went to the Autonomous Region to see the view his father and grandfather had seen.

"... I don't know. I missed something. You're not supposed to have seen it, but you say your nose is tame. The people who live there are usually faint and poor, and there are no terrorists.... I don't know, I don't know."

Livka, and Sadie smiled slightly.

The reality of autonomous communities and bone races, unlike propaganda-stained theatre.

It may be detrimental for Lesiharm to be known the truth. However, it is essential for the reconciliation of Lesiharm and Caigbird that we know each other.

"Really? Sure, you're not sure."

What is right and what is wrong with Livka and Sadie too? I'm not going to know as much as I think about what's best to do. Birds first, eggs first, they get lost in such a maze of thought.

But nothing starts without thinking.

Livka and Sadie saw signs of that thought in Farsha, who began to worry as seriously as they did.

I was glad to hear that.

Because maybe that would be the first step towards reconciliation.

Berets, the capital of Lesiharm.

There is the building given to Thor Hagiri, who is praised as a wise man in Reciharm. Originally, there was no basement in this building, but Tor had it secretly built to counter eavesdropping and was supposed to use it when telling important stories.

- Good day, Akira.

"Thor's the same. You'd better go to sleep, wouldn't you?

Akira Sinjo, who was summoned in the middle of her work, took a look at Tor's fatigue, which deepened.

"Well, that's not how it works."

"... you fucking dickhead"

"Fucking jizzy, well, yeah. I can't tell you what I called it today. - I got a request from the album for Akira and Yukiko back."

"... Huh?

Akira is confused.

Neither Yukiko nor Akira were judged useful to the album, so Tor was allowed to accompany them as a condition for going to Lesiharm.

"The brave man comes with Hayato, so he wants you to come back in a way that alternates with it."

"What promises did Thor make as an album?

"Come on, you know. For Albaum, I am nothing more than an ingredient in my political dealings with Lesiharm. It's easy for politicians to break promises, if there's any great gain to it. Though he's a brave man, he's not an album citizen."

"... no way Gidion did?

Gidion has the great power of financial power on the back of the Mido continent.

"At this time, breaking a promise to us, albeit a secret one. Sometimes it won't be possible when it's a big profit beyond that.... I'm just wondering if the summoner is chewing on one as well. If the same summoner, someone with more public power than me, asks for it, it's hard to refuse the album."

"Who... Dr. Akikawa?

"Hmm, I'm suspicious around Gouda in one way or another. Mr. Isana doesn't do this, and Hayato doesn't do anything to kick off the same summoner for whatever reason. A summoner, or someone with a personal consciousness."

Seichi Gouda, a gymnastics teacher who was also responsible for student instruction when he was in Japan. While Akikawa, the same teacher, buys objection, he is still called a teacher, while Gouda is a callout.

I'm not running for the students by throwing everything away like Akikawa, and I'm not trying to live in this world or as a teacher like Kiriko Tajima.

But I haven't abandoned my position as a teacher either. The motion is opaque and puzzling. The students perceived it sensitively and stopped calling it a teacher.

"Honestly, you don't do a lot of things, that jizzy thing."

"Well, there's no proof whatsoever"

"So... Hatake, were you okay?

Akira asks as she remembers, but Tor shook his neck to the side.

Traffic restrictions were tightened in the name of increased vigilance against terrorist acts.

As a result, Marna Cactus, the raw material for the sugar that had been planted in Tor's hidden fields, had become untouchable. Instead of being managed as it is, even the harvest is at stake.

"Regardless of the hidden fields, they affected the general public."

It is one of the causes of toil fatigue.

"The slump in hunter activity due to the ban on traffic to some fields, stricter application to enter the Autonomous Communities and shorter periods of stay in the Autonomous Communities. I didn't think I'd make it that far to crush the lawful fields anymore... there's been a terrorist attack, just like I was after."

If there had been no terrorist attacks, there should have been no tightening of traffic restrictions, tightening of entry zones or shortening of the length of stay.

"... that it's Gidion's do-it-yourself?

"I don't know that far. They haven't caught the perpetrators of the terrorist attacks, and there's no evidence at all."

"- Uh, is that okay?"

I raised my voice in the way Yukiko decided to.

Unusual for Yukiko, who was a pull-in idea before and after coming to this world, Tor urged ahead.

"Wouldn't it be a real fall if what we did had an impact on the general public?

I wasn't hostile to Gidion from the start.

Finding a means of return.

That was the purpose of the Tors.

However, Gidion repeatedly interferes with honey traps, threats, etc. I don't even remember hearing about it because of political anxieties such as terrorism caused by extreme discrimination policies.

In addition, black rumors such as assassinations that appear enough to investigate. There are also verses in which Gidion is involved, assuming the original, that seal the racial traits that the thief Skeleton, who attacked Marnova, stole.

Malnova was supposedly trying to sell the 'Demon Sealed Cane' to Lesiharm, but Lesiharm hasn't stubbornly admitted it. There is no contract of sale, and the authenticity remains unknown. As a result, only Malnova, no Eurifranz Republic, was to receive recourse from elves, dwarves and giant species combined with the remains issue.

Drag Gidion off the surface stage.

Otherwise, we can't help but look for a means of return.

But that is the situation of the summoners, as Yukiko put it, and it has nothing to do with the best citizens just to spend their days.

"... sorry. It's my fault."

Yukiko is sweet. No, I was too kind. Even before and after being summoned, I was lightly jerked off to hit eight by some students, and still so much so that I didn't fight back.

But Thor wanted to go home. No, I wanted to at least return the summoners unfamiliar with this world. I know Yukiko in front of me is crying at night too. Akira also cared about her grandmother, who hasn't been around long.

Make your heart a ghost. But you have to do it.

"Well, I know Mr. Thor is trying to minimize the damage by thinking of details that I can't think of... No, you're cowardly, aren't you, me? Don't do anything. I've just relied on Mr. Thor, and I'm sorry. Forget the words now."

"No, Yukiko's right."

Awkward air is about to flow, but Akira opens her mouth before it does.

"So, that's all you called me for?

"Hmm? Oh, I thought I'd finally ask you about Mr. Uggs. How'd it go?

Uggis is about the collector.

"Mm-hmm. Right. I don't know yet, but I guess it's a regular hunter. It's a little secrecy though. It's just that the beast you're taking with you is unusual. I've hunted two red lotus flying dragons light, and they just seem to understand people's language. Fei Long's still unknown, but, well, they're both cute, so it's no problem. That's good, Moffmoff. And puffy."

……

"Isn't that nice, I like it.... So, he's in person, but he's bigoted and he likes women. Even so, it's more necra, well harmless. A lot of strange cones, but mostly women tangled, apparently. This is what I heard. Probably more of a sentimental type than profit or honor. Yeah, it looks like a tundelle. I'm dating the bone race uncomfortably, and now I'm leading a tooth tiger boy who nobody wanted to do."

I don't have a little context in the conversation, but Tor won't stop. If I tell you to explain it properly and the details spill off. You can compile the information yourself later.

"I'm just a little skeptical about Lesi Harm. It really feels like I know where I found out, and the approximate history. Oh, yeah, you're pretty alert. Well, if I've been summoned to this world by myself, I can't help it."

"I see. You seem ambitious?

"What do you think? There's no sign you're spreading modern knowledge, and there's no verse you're using to make money. Looks like he's still making his way home. Somehow, it feels like I'm trying to live on this land, no, this world. No, in the middle of trying to get used to it?

"I get it. Continue, please."

"... I'll keep telling you not to do it this time."

That said Akira left, and Yukiko followed suit.

Tor, who stays in the basement, cleans up the rest of the work.

"- Lord, I was wondering if I should go to bed."

A voice other than Thor sounds in the basement where no one is supposed to be.

No, there was a man behind Thor who would blacken Fuku. I don't even know the race because it's black.

"Almost there."

"You always say that, but when the hell is that little bit going to end?"

Blackening was Thor's secret, and finally a secret agent.

"... have you grasped the damage?

In a tone that pushed and killed Thor's emotions, Blackening corrected his posture.

I don't have the courtesy as I do when I'm talking to a Gidion or a conciliar senator, or the cheerfulness of talking to Yukiko or Akira.

"We have captured 90% of each autonomous region.... I think the hidden fields will be wiped out unless Gidion lifts the traffic blockade. There is also some damage to the surrounding fields, but no one is causing fatal damage to their lives. Wages are paid to farm workers in hidden fields without delay."

Thor staring at the ceiling.

"... no good exchanger can reform without harming at all. Instead, it's a miracle that this is all the damage."

"... I know. Nevertheless, there must be no harm."

"Its sweetness is dangerous. Your companions, Gidion, will swallow you. … but because of its sweetness, I decided you to be the Lord."

"... keep a good record of the damage. If anyone can get lost on the streets in this case, give them some support from behind. I'll make it up to you later, but now I want you to enjoy it."

"Ha. And the infiltration of the example clan, we succeeded."

"... well. If you know what I mean, pay close attention. Never bother the citizens."

"Ha. And..."

I'm going to go over some more consultations.

Thor's sleep was going to be shorter today.

Akira weaves a robe when she goes outside, carefully exploring the presence or absence of a tail.

Thor also seems to rule me out if he has a tail by any means, so I'm not too worried, just in case.

And he rode out of Berets in the Warcraft car, and when he arrived in Nazarea, he entered a certain house, and when he came out after a while, he was in the figure of Sadie Fatterf.

Akira looks active and has a slender body. She was even a normal girl, more active than beauty. I can see as much makeup as I want because I'm a former theatre department, but the base doesn't look so flashy.

But now, Sadie, an old woman wearing a black thin cloth, had two melons.

That is as if the protection of the 'transformation' of Yoshito Kudo, whom the collectors met in the Longhua Country, but the same protection does not exist in two.

"Degradation imitation (copycat)".

That was the protection of Akira, mimicking and using the protection of Josito's 'transformation'.

However, all imitated protections are degraded and their power is lower than the original one. Conditions of use have also changed.

Originally, the protection of 'transformation' can be transformed into all things, but in Akira's case it was confined to the same race, close to the outfit.

Plus, even if you transform, you can't even copy Sadie's memories. This is the same for Josito.

But Akira was a former theater department, and she was close to Sadie as well.

It's not that hard to trick Livka into knowing the real Sadie, either, because we're not together for a long time. This is all the more so if it is the treasurer of little strangers.

- Two more heads, huh?

Akira shrugged pompously.