Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"- Old man, wouldn't you be some royal hider?

Farsha, who left the association, whispered after requesting the processing of the red lotus flying dragon's lifestone into a crimson ring.

"Hmm?"

"Because if you sell that one, you won't have trouble with the money for a few years for the time being, will you?

I'm not stubborn that I can't get a share of that life stone. Farsha also understood that that was snow and white prey.

"Will the royal family immediately take the request to earn the fare?

"Look, you know, a dojo hunter or something."

"... it could certainly be a road trip from the decent living people in this world. Well, it's more precious metal than carrying cash, and I can rest assured that Snow White has that. That's just it. I don't know when it's gonna flow."

"Oh, and so is that"

It is the same that those in that muscle prefer a gold necklace or a watch because it is easy to turn it into cash if you suddenly enter a fugitive life. Even if it is, it cannot be called a matomo, such as hunting while living in a mountain with a warcraft. That much consciousness was in the collector as well.

It was when I saw the South Gate, right next to the house.

Suddenly, a fireball crossed in front of the collectors.

"- Ahhh."

A fireball hits the dirt wall of some house to create a scorch mark, and Farsha pins her tail and stands on a splashy spark. The collectors learn from it, too, but they were not enemies.

People were rambling.

There are many stream hunters and secondary citizens living around the rental house at the South Gate. Unlike first-class citizens and the wealthy East Side, it was a district with many old houses from the Caigbird era remaining.

The rough looking man with the raging brown skin was probably also a neighbor's resident, but now he was screaming in an unusual manner. Not young, but not middle-aged, he is such an old man.

"I'm a traitor, I'm a traitor. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Only two indiscriminate fire spells are unleashed and are immediately seized by the gatekeeper.

"... what is that?"

"I'm a second-degree citizen whose head is crazy and no longer in use. Sometimes I'm one of those guys back from the war."

Secondary citizen who went to war as a military service. Although the mortality rate is not high because it is not a complete time of war, the descendants of former compatriots and compatriots, the same Ashamists, and even killed have developed post-traumatic (PT) stress disorder (SD).

However, it is not recognized in this world that that is still a disease and the family has no choice but to take care of it. Thus, like a rambling man, there were times when he would be rampaged outside without someone to take care of him.

Farsha walked off silently. This is the everyday landscape for those who dwell in Lesiharm.

The collector also cut his gaze and followed Farsha.

The interior of the house of the treasurer is a simple thing.

The room in front is a living room, the back room is a sleeping bed and a place to paint.

In the back room is a painting tool, with a table and chair in the front room, about a shelf. It was a very murderous room.

Guh.

Farsha's belly rang. You reacted to that sound. Snow white and Azlona showed up from the back room.

"Do you want something to eat"

"... eat"

- Yes, sir.

- Geez.

Farsha has often fainted in snow and white training these days, almost like staying at a collector's house.

"In the meantime, you can't eat smoked meat..."

Spiritualists cannot eat meat of dragon species. It is a code of spirituality and the reason is uncertain.

The collector took the proper meat out of the food backpack and, sitting somewhere away from the table and chair, began to prepare underneath.

If you're a strict spiritualist, there's one very troublesome way to cook, but Farsha doesn't care that much. It was to the extent that I don't eat what I shouldn't, or else I can say I can't do hunters or anything else in a poor area.

The collector looks at Farsha, who sat with him and beside him, as he prepares to go down.

I've been a lot of adults since the disturbance at that gate.

Are you just interested in meat, the tiger ears were tickling and moving in response to the sound of the collector cutting the meat or stabbing it on the skewer. When he starts baking meat, he's making his nose creep at the smell.

It looked a lot like snow white. No tricks, no good moving ears.

So I was stroking him.

I meant to be somewhat comforting, but I should have done something I wasn't used to.

Farsha distanced herself as she shook off the hand of the treasurer placed on her head, stripping her fangs and staring.

- Don't be a fool.

Shh.

Huh.

It's like being an angry cat.

The collector is confused by the sudden anger, but somehow talks.

"Calm down. If you've done anything, I'm sorry. I'm just oblivious to the common sense of this continent. Tell me what went wrong."

Farsha manages to pay attention to the words of the treasurer and the appearance of snow and white in between.

"... never again. My hair is a bed of spirits. So spiritualists stretch their hair for both men and women so that the spirits can rest a lot. Touching it is the same as shaking off the Spirit. Don't ever do that. Look, a man can still handle it, but a woman can really suck."

I knew until what it meant to stretch my hair, but otherwise it was something the collector didn't know.

The collector, who should have done some research, did not know, because this is not strictly a religious doctrine, but the sex, custom of the Spirit's people. However, it has already merged with religion and has become a religious practice. For this reason, he said that there was nothing explicitly cultured and that he was not caught up in the investigation of the collector. It is not possible that we have investigated everything with the most collectors, and there could be enough leaks in the investigation.

I'm sorry.

Of course there is no fact that there is actually a collection of spirits in your hair. No, but it was a custom since the time when the Spirit people could not feel the Spirit.

Farsha is bewildered by the collector who apologizes softly.

I wondered if adults apologize so lightly. No, I'm a collector, so I decide to think this is the case because I'm a heathen. I also remembered Livka telling me that the leader was not a spiritualist.

"... and my dad said, don't even stroke the head of an Ashamist. God is the only one who can stroke his head.... I'll tell you first because it looks like we're still going to the Autonomous Community"

"Okay."

"Damn, do you really understand that?"

"... well, eat"

Offer two pieces of meat stabbed on the skewer that the keeper should be.

The cooking of the collector is not excellent. However, he had basic self-catering skills in his bachelorette life in Japan, and furthermore in this world, he traveled across various regions to collect different things.

"Shit, no, it's not right."

A fragrant smell that tickles Farsha's sense of smell.

Aromatic aroma of baked melted sugar and soy stone and aromatic smell of baked salt and pepper. The smell of burnt fat mixes there.

Yes, it's a grilled chicken. Two types of that too: sauce and salt.

The collector only enriched the seasoning. Whatever the staple food is meat. I just get tired of it every day.

In Lesi Harm, it is a luxury such as seasoning, except for salt that can be taken from the sea, sugar that is grown, and wild spices that are native to sauranium. I made it into salt or sugar, and it is not so abundantly usable.

However, the dishes made by the Zao Man are often flavored with the dark eyes of modern Japan.

Sometimes Farsha's halfway residence in the Founder's house meant she passed out in training and didn't have time to go back to the orphanage, but the part where she had great expectations for the Founder's meal was huge.

Though groaning, Farsha still lost her appetite.

I caught the grilled chicken and strained my cheeks.

Regrettable but delicious.

After a while of heartless, meaty cheeks, my anger finally subsides, and I realize.

The collector is simultaneously spinning thirty baked chickens stabbed in a small pile of stone around the fire. Two large meats and skewers to be exact. Twenty-eight total thirty, though.

"... old man, haven't you got more?

"Hmm?"

"No, it did seem like it was about twenty at the same time"

Farsha had roughly guessed the limit number of concurrent exercises of the treasurer because he had lumpily eaten the spirit magic of the treasurer. There are two Niki and about three other veteran hunters who mainly use magic.

"Oh, you mean that. It wasn't all I could do, and even I would train. Pure muscle strength stopped growing much because of age, but magic and spiritual magic don't really matter because of age or physical decay. Dialogue with the Spirit, if you use magic to the limit, it stretches out somewhat."

Dialogue also means changing words and emotions to convey the will to the Spirit and to exercise magic. It measures the strength and maximum power of magic exercised by repeating it, and it also increases proficiency.

"... seriously. Will it still increase?"

The relentless magical attack of the collector by the constant fighting of snow and white opponents and spiritual magic.

This is Farsha's main training. It also looks like a jerk at first glance, but Farsha won't refuse. I'm going to stop if Farsha refuses even once, but only that will because he fights until he faints. The collector was also wrapping his tongue.

When your stomach is full, a neat amount of time flows. I had a lot of time until night.

Second, the collector makes his nose snap.

"... wash"

I detected disturbing signs, Farsha, but the hour was already late.

Snow White was also concerned about the smell, wrapped his tail around Farsha's torso.

"By the way, is there a doctrine that doesn't do that when spiritualists take a bath, or when they don't take a bath?

"Then, fool yourself, there is. - Ah."

Farsha wrapped in the warm water of the sphere. Snow's tail is in the way, too, to escape. It was full because I held my breath somehow.

Throw soap into warm water and wash whole. I pinched my breath once and did it twice.

"Buha."

Two thirty seconds, a warm breeze was blown on Farsha, who was freed from the water in about a minute.

Busty Farsha.

"Let's go."

After washing, I pinched my nap and it was evening.

It is training, as usual, after making the request received.

"... why do I have to wash it when it gets dirty anyway"

"I'll wash you next time you're fainting."

Farsha looks disgusted by the words of the treasurer, but he couldn't remember anything while he was passing out, and all he could do was roar.

The next morning.

A collector who visited the association with a half-starved Farsha by his side.

They were waiting for the collector when they arrived. Laro called out. Talk to the receptionist.

"The crusade is a little further, but it's recruiting. What do you say?"

It was a request for a certain high-ranking warcraft crusade, centered around the clan requested by the state.

"... no, I won't"

We have Farsha, and we need to go to the Autonomous Community. I couldn't make a cheap contract even though I didn't know what kind of creature the high-altitude warcraft was in the first place.

"... you may choose to make a request, but we're running out of work?

"Maybe, but it's not like anyone's gonna protect me. If nothing happens in the first place, I'm not thinking of Snow White as a force of war. When you receive a request for a different rank, you are most likely to take it after you have it in kind. Seven stars is like seven stars."

"... well. I can't help it, let's tail Hannah."

"What, eh?"

Just arrived at the reception and all of a sudden Hannah, the person in charge of Laro who was told so, is bewildered. It doesn't even look like it is dyeing my cheeks red.

"It's careless. Do it somewhere out of sight. However, if you are willing to take responsibility,"

Laro glanced at Livka's cold gaze at the receptionist on the side, staring at Laro as Hannah would expect.

The collector cuts up his conversation with Laro, and when he wakes Farsha up to report the request to Livka, he makes him choose a new request even more.

"... now"

I look through the requisition that Farsha offers, and then I give it to Livka.

The request was to find the livestock that escaped.

"... right. No problem, how far are you going to go?

"To the front of Lake Gallia. Dad told me no more."

"Didn't you think other hunters were going?

"... I think they haven't found it yet because they seem to have escaped recently. Besides, I don't really feel like spirituals take it because sometimes the fleeing livestock is called a dedication to the Spirit. The rewards are cheap. I'm assuming you asked for this client because he's an Ashamist."

It would mean hard work, such as chasing livestock that fled to the mountains where the Warcraft travels.

"You think about it a lot. I get it. Thank you very much."

Farsha praised by Livka and able to turn that way and illuminate.

Farsha chose a request that was at her height.

I may just be wearing a cat, but the ability to choose it itself means I got it. And then there's what to do on the ground.

Once home, the collectors moved out again a little before dusk.

The request that Farsha received was to look for livestock to milk, which had fled under the raid of the Warcraft. I don't know how many are alive, but when I find them, they say that protecting them pays a hundred sheeks per person.

It's only about the cost of the inn after catching the four of them, so my client doesn't really expect them either, or they're poor in the first place.

"I'm poor. These animals don't drink much milk from other continents. Most poor Ashamists buy them, so they don't make a lot of money."

"... familiar"

"My dad's friend was in the same business... but he's already dead."

"... you want some?

food for now if you have trouble reacting, a keeper who goes into the action of

You're a bad adult, Farsha, who takes it with her eyes open.

On the side Azlona looked envious, and when she realized it, Farsha ate half off and offered Azlona the rest.

Jump up and eat with your pussy, Azlona.

The two were amicably biting dry meat, but where they swallowed it, Snow White's tail slaps the two.

"... did you want to eat your sister too?

No, if you eat, run, the sun goes down. I roared in the back of my throat when I said that.

Lake Gallia.

It is a lake in the woods just north of the midpoint between the eastern end city of Nazarea and the capital city of Berets. Normally I traveled in a Warcraft car, never on foot, and that's not the kind of distance I would have traced in about two days, either, it should have been.

The collectors had arrived in front of a forest with a lake, but two large chunks crawled on the ground.

"Ha, shit, this, ha -"

Farsha and Azrona completely breathed up and fell to the ground.

The collectors ran and moved as usual, but Snow White naturally has a cherooted face, and the collectors are breathing up somewhat, but not enough to be unable to move.

Azlona didn't run, she flew. No, should I say I was flown? Snow white throws momentum with his tail and Azlona grabs the wind as it is and goes straight ahead. I was repeating that.

If you can't fly well anyway, at least be able to fly at high speeds as straight as possible, it seems.

"... right. This is normal."

Realizing that he was completely poisoned by snow and white, the collector built a dirt hut, washed and dried the immobile Farsha and Azrona round before throwing them in there.

When Snow White stretched his spine like a cat, he rang one and then disappeared somewhere. Looks like he went looking for his prey.

"This way, huh?

A gray early morning with no rising sun.

Farsha was sniffing her nose, clearing her ears and exploring the woods. It is a way that people can do it because it is a beast race with excellent hearing and smell.

The collectors were enjoying the forest atmosphere for the first time in a long time, staring at it from behind.

"... Speaking of which, what's the high affinity?

hadn't considered the option of spiritual magic since, so I now asked.

"... just dirt. It only helps the walls in battle."

"You don't detect tremors? Besides, your ears seem to pick up sounds pretty far away..."

Detection with tremors is also carried out by the collectors, but the range is not so wide.

Farsha moved her ears tingly, thinking about it and then her ears on the ground.

I had heard of this method itself from my father. He said he determined the approximate number and position from the sound of horse hooves in the war.

But I didn't even think about using dirt magic on it. But...

"... after all, I don't know."

It is such a thing. A beast race that specializes in physical strengthening more than spiritual magic, that's also not something that Farsha, a bad spiritual magic, can do right away when he says it.

Then we explored for a while, but found no livestock.

I saw Lake Gallia from the gap between the trees.

Farsha tries to turn back in remorse...

An unpleasant roar that rips the air and transmits it from the eardrum to the heart.

A thick thunder struck the lake.

The Founding Fathers immediately lay down and defeat their surroundings. But that didn't have to happen.

Electric shock, a big shadow jumping out of a surprising less lake.

There, arrows and magic descend.

Sailor slug (laryag).

As the name suggests, it is a large Namekuji but inhabits the lake and other waters. With a strong acidic tentacle, it is said that this name was given because when viewed in the water, it also looks like a hand of water.

It looks very grotesque but it has become a medicine and has long been unusual on the Sauran continent.

A sailor slug whose arrow pierced him and burned himself with flames and thunder.

The lake was frozen at some point to get back in the water.

A sailor who extends several tentacles from all over his body but is difficult to see in the water also looks good if he is ashore. Much of the matter was pierced by lightning-wrapped arrows and burned up in fire waves.

When the sailor slug moves dull, the hunter jumps from between the trees.

There was no place left to escape to the sailor slug, which had somehow been pushed ashore by water and ice magic.

He was pierced with many spears, electrocuted by lightning, and finally lost his tentacles and strength.

Hunters wave toward the trees as they poke their spears several more times to confirm the death of the sailor slug. Then, from between the trees, various and other hunters appeared.

"... him"

Farsha stared down at the hunting landscape of the hunter.

It was' Shochaner's daughter 'who defeated the sailor slug. Niki, who would have partied sooner or later, and Lakel, who has stuck with the collectors at the association.

Niki's face was exhilarating, she also looked excited somewhere, and it was clear that she was on the hunt now.

As Rachel notices something, staring in the direction of the collectors hiding between the trees, Shochaner's daughters and sons find themselves aware of it.

The hunter of embezzlement, the bandit, the other warcraft.

Poor to mislead, the collector slowly stood up and gently raised his hands to show the palms of his hands from between the trees.

While Rachel looked disgusted when she saw it, she tried to explain to her surroundings that she was familiar with her face, but snow and white appeared all the way from the side of the treasurer.

The Rachels give it a whirl.

Tension ran on a large warcraft that I had never seen, but the collector who was beside me stroked Snow White's little ear, which, although suspicious, slightly eased the tension. But Rachel leaves the treasurer kicked.

I noticed an exchange between the collector and Rachel, and while Niki was surprised by the appearance of Snow White, she found Farsha behind it, how was it? I bragged about that thin chest, like I said.

The members of 'Shochaner's Daughter and Son', who were behind and watching the silent exchange, were laughing bitterly and whispering something. It seems that there are those who know the uproar of the Zacher and Rachel.

But there was no objection to the collectors, and the intelligent troop leader was doing something again.

Moreover, the beast races belonging to some cat families seem to be busy seeing snow and white, or even praying to God to inquire. In the same way it was a different atmosphere than the entourage of the Moon Goddess, a hunting group just for women.

Join the big hunt, proud Niki.

Seeing that look, Farsha bit her lips off. A small fang protruding from the edge of his mouth, his tail trembling small.

Niki hunted the big guy one foot away. I felt like I was being left behind, even though I was helping. But...

Farsha turning her back in circles.

The collector and snow white also remained silent, chasing Farsha's back.

Farsha starts searching silently for the requested livestock.

The temperature rises, but the temperature is fine. It's not extremely hot because it's far from the desert, but sweat flows sloppily.

Still, Farsha sharpened her sense of smell and hearing and continued her exploration.

Then the obsession forms itself.

I managed to find a single livestock.

Milk rats (Sildav).

Some mice are as big as pigs, and milk them. It is an ancient treasured warcraft in this Sauran, basically to eat anything with omnivores. However, those on the Mid Continent who see mice as unclean do not much like them, and they have been a precious food for those who inhabit Sauran mainly since ancient times.

Milk rats hidden all over the mud obeyed heavily that they could be found by Farsha. But now I'm frightened.

Causes are Snow White, and Azlona.

Turn it into a flying snow leopard (Ilnique), a green hyena flying dragon (Bernera Wiven), and both are natural enemies in nature.

Farsha had managed to pull while forgiving the milk rat.

Not so much a full smile because of Niki, but I could still see the relief that I was able to successfully complete the request.

The possessor stared at Farsha, who could forgive the milk rat.

"Really?

Then a few days later, the collector admitted to Farsha's independence. Livka and I have also discussed and agreed.

"All you have to do is do as you please. As a hunter, at the very least, we should be able to do it."

Livka, sitting at the reception, also nodded.

Reports by the collectors confirmed that there was some self-control. I guess I had self-control when my father was around, but self-control, which I can only use when I'm with my father, only puts me and my party at risk.

I have the knowledge and self-control to just not die at the very least. Ten stars is enough. It's not the collector's job to be strong.

The collector furthermore received two waves of sword from Livka and handed one of them to Farsha. The other just plugs into my hips.

"... instead of the first liquor I couldn't afford."

Leaders have an old habit of having a strong drink. It's just that sometimes I send knives these days, so it's not surprising that the collector sent a sword.

I was supposed to get it from my father when he turned ten stars, but that father died. I didn't think I'd get it anymore.

This would have been procured by the collector, but I was still happy.

"... can I pull it out?

Farsha sees the treasurer, and Livka. Without permission it is forbidden to draw swords within the association.

As Rivka nodded, Farsha slowly pulled her sword out of her sheath.

That was a slightly curved sword, similar to a Kukri knife.

It is one of the three sword antler boomerang that was originally held by the collector. Can I call it a boomerang sword?

The collector asked Gwendolyn, the moon goddess's entourage, to make the gripping part of the boomerang with the bones of the red lotus flying dragon, and the blade was sharpened so that it could be used as a sword. That arrived at the association a few days ago.

It doesn't even look like an expensive three-sword antler horn, it's a little old, something that people give you enough to get through. There are no three-sword antlers around here in the first place.

Farsha did not know what to say and gazed at the collector.

I'm still not sure about the collector.

I hardly ever get angry or anything. Beating is nothing but training. It is more radical than snow and white.

That is not the case when it comes to being harsh, and Farsha relentlessly dismissed his chosen request.

I wash the whole thing forcefully, but the meal makes me flutter. It paints and so on, and there are various parts of it that are known, but when it comes to common sense, it is very negligible.

I don't even know what that fighting power is.

I know I'm stronger than I am. But I don't know how strong they say it is. Not as good as Rachel, the head of Shochaner's daughter and son's unit. But I can't imagine losing when the possessor alone fought Rachel for his life. That's why I can't even imagine that when people ask me if I can win.

At the end of the day, I knew he wasn't a good guy.

"... thanks"

Farsha said small.

My own leader was a guy who didn't get it. You could have about one such joke.

"- Come on, let's fight."

From behind, Niki screamed.

Farsha and Niki stare out of the city.

A short distance away was Rachel, who was a leader of other party members and Niki working with Farsha, as well as a collector. I was just going to go home, but Rachel pulled me to the end if I was the leader.

Between Farsha and Niki is more than ten meters away

Niki's weapons are bows and magic. Farsha's weapon is a sword, which is why it took this form.

Both weapons are wooden swords and wooden claws. Spirit magic is also used, but killing is forbidden.

For once there is a collector and a rachel as a referee, but the battle is fought until we are convinced of each other.

- Here we go.

To Rachel's voice, Farsha flies out like an arrow unleashed.

Niki instantly clutched her bow and disturbed Farsha's feet with earthen magic.

Even if his feet suddenly become unstable, Farsha doesn't stop and goes straight to jump. Even if the ground was rippling, you just have to be careful at the moment of kicking the ground. It is a snowy way of running.

Niki, surprised, releases an arrow.

Three at the same time.

But Farsha struck it down, too, and increased the speed even further. There is nothing compared to the spiritual magic of a collector, such as about three attacks.

Niki was in a hurry.

It moves completely differently than it did a while ago. The speed itself had not changed so much, but there was no more waste in the movement. I felt as fast as I could feel for wasting no more.

Still, Niki pulls out five arrows, leads to a bow, and at the same time exercises three windballs of wind essence magic. Niki was rarely good at spiritual magic for the beast race.

I wasn't wasting my time with Niki.

As Farsha approached, Niki calmly released five arrows and three windballs.

Seeing it, Farsha unfolds the dirt wall.

At that moment Niki imagined a blowing Farsha. I don't see windballs. If it's about the dirt walls of Farsha, who doesn't like spiritual magic, it has the power to punch through.

And as you can imagine, the dirt wall bounced off the wood. But...

Farsha is not here.

"- Ah..."

Niki's neck was accompanied by a wooden sword. Besides, I also used a short wooden sword to hide where it was, on both neck muscles.

Farsha took advantage of the meagre time when the dirt walls were destroyed to increase speed once and for all with a physical enhancement she had not thought about before, and turned around behind Niki. I used two swords thinking about how much to smash the barrier.

"... mine, you lose. You're the leader."

But Farsha shook her head sideways.

"You're the leader. I'm better suited to sex fighting in the front."

Niki thought about it for a moment, then said.

"... then I will direct. But you're the leader."

Niki is also a beast race. I couldn't ignore something called strength.

The party members who came running over snort that's all right.

"Okay."

"... well, I'll use it for you, so be prepared"

"Ha, I'll deny you everything with leader authority."

"If you do that, the party will collapse. Come on, you little shit."

"Ahoy, don't tell me, you dog."

It is a difficult future.

Rachel called out to the collector who was watching such a sight.

"... what have you done? Until now, we were almost mutual, and now we're fighting too much, but you're too used to fighting."

"Almost every day, I can get used to fighting Snow White, even if I don't like it. So did I. I shot the Spirit Magic in the eye. Well, you know what? That's more than that, it takes time."

"... well, yeah"

Farsha did get stronger.

It's just that the current technology, physical abilities, and enhancements are well bitten and optimized.

I don't know any collectors on how to get them to build strength in the short term, and the truth is, Farsha doesn't have any special talents. At least that's what the zodiac felt, and Snow White's sentiments were similar.

Although children are highly physically capable only of the beast race, that is only when compared to race, which is normal as a beast race. Current technology and taste are inferior to the fans of the once fought peacock-based bird race, and physical abilities are inferior to yobi. The yobi was more abnormal than that. Probably the arm power of his parents, the Land Turtle Beast race, is inherited. There was a little too much horsepower as a bat beast race.

This was also due to the lack of a leader in Farsha.

A child of the Tooth Tiger tribe who converted to naturalization into Lesiharm. No one felt so futuristic as to meditate on such a disadvantaged position. It would be inexcusable to deal with a child who is just a hassle to anyone. If there is a society to which I belong, the world, it is not necessary.

I happened to be picked up by Elida with a collector. Tell me it's a hunter's routine.

So I just picked up Farsha.

The collector himself, it is something he could do because this society has no clue whatsoever.

Just that the job was done, he turned his back on the farsha and the others making noise at the party if he had to, and the collector went back to his house.

When I got home, the collector laid snow and white on his pillow.

Snow White kept his mouth shut to a collector who was not always and somewhere. Azlona puts her face on the collector's lap as usual.

There was usually Farsha. Sleeping alone a short distance away, but when Farsha fell asleep, Snow White brought him nearby with his tail.

I don't have a loud child.

That alone made the room somewhere spacious.

To be honest, I also had inner relief from the absence of a child in my hand, but it's strange because it also makes me feel like I'm missing somewhere.

Azrona was also lonely with her brother gone.

A stranger was about to enter the next house that night as the collectors tried to go out to distract them. Holding large baggage, it is also like moving.

Sure, a hunter named Zion should have lived there, but he was another man.

"You got a minute? I live next door to Klund.... Do you know a guy named Zion?

"Ahem? Oh, haven't you been around for a while? It's Ark, who's been living here for a while. The guy who lived here before is dead. He was murdered by a bandit in the north during a request or something."

"... right"

A treasurer who, while doubting his ears for words of surprise, managed to answer them.

"Tomorrow is our day, well, this is like the fate of a hunter, too.... That's a big hunting beast."

"Oh, the words are pretty much right. If we don't do something nasty, we hardly ever attack."

"Oh, well. Say hello."

Ark spoke to Snow White and Azrona. It was like Zion.

When Snow White and Azrona roared back at each of them, Ark flickered his hands into the house after he had rounded his eyes.

It's natural because I'm a hunter, and this is everyday in this world.

Those who lived yesterday are dead the next day.

The collectors who were turning people's worlds away just didn't get much chance to face it. A little acquaintance dies without my knowledge.

"... oh well"

The collector had remembered that this meant living in people's worlds.

Until yesterday, my grandmother downstairs, who was well annoyed, suddenly died in an accident.

It wasn't extremely sad.

But I felt uncomfortable like when I was forced into my mouth something I couldn't swallow.

Snow White perceives the heart of the treasurer, or he rubs his face.

Zion stretched my face out, but I don't hate it. Rather, I thought it was an interesting one. Still, people die. Easy.

That was pathetic for Snow White.

Azlona was soggy somewhere, too.

The collector didn't even get a job for a while, and after spraying the woods and wilderness with the snow whites, he painted. It's like rejecting something. So I don't like people's society, as you say.

A few days later.

There was Livka in front of the house of the treasurer.

"You wouldn't have to bother delivering it. And in this heat."

Says Rachel, who said it was Livka's escort and followed him on his own.

"That's why I can't go to night, and I have work in the morning. And it's expensive. I don't really want to leave it in the association either. The association has also made a commensurate amount of money, so this much..."

"But..."

"- Is Mr. Klund here?

Blocking Rachel's words, Livka raised her voice.

After a while, the door opens with the sound of Ki.

"Um..."

Livka, and even Rakel, stiffened their bodies.

Two grumpy looking eyes that glow dull in grey gold in a dim room.

It was snow white.

"Yu, Mr. Snow White, one day I brought you my promised apology"

"A, Atashi too"

Livka had attacked Snow White in an attempt to get Snow White into the city, albeit near the gate. An apology is that, Livka brought meat.

Raquel also had a souvenir drink by saying he was going to people's houses. Shochaner's daughter and son, the captain of the squad, were brought by other members when they went outside with their bare hands.

When Snow White smelled Kun, he opened the door wide and invited them in.

During the day, it was a snowflake that was unpleasant due to the heat, but you are welcome to have meat and booze.

The collector was in the back room, but he didn't even notice the Livka's and was immersed in the painting.

The painting is stretched all over the wall.

"... just a woman"

Even though Rachel squeaks like she's sick of it, she looks embarrassed somewhere. Livka also seems serious, as usual, but she still has red cheeks.

This was unexpected, even though it would not be a problem to enter a man's house without a single woman.

Livka looking at the back of the treasurer so as to distract her from the painting.

It was strange.

For some reason the back looked lonely.

No, maybe the irresistible collector seemed different from the usual Azrona, who seemed lonely and round at the feet of the collector.

"- Damn, a guest's here. Why don't you say hello?"

Raquel's scolding, plus his back of his head peppered by a snowy tail, the collector finally noticed and looked back.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry."

"I've got an identifier for the example hunting beast"

"I'm sorry I bothered"

The collector stood up and went to the living room, and put the tea of Longhua Country for the number of people, in a bowl of earthy hot water and tea, on the table.

When the three of them sat in their chairs, Livka placed a crimson ring first.

When the collector receives it and does his gaze on Snow White, Snow White approaches him looking troublesome and puts his round, big leg on the collector's lap.

Remove the old crimson ring and attach a new crimson ring fitted with metallic orange lifestones similar to gold.

"This is"

"We will collect it here"

That said Livka received the old crimson rings, this time putting down the meat she had brought. Rachel learns from it, too, and puts down more and more liquor pots.

"For once, it's a souvenir. Then..."

"- Be careful. If even one of these paintings goes outside, they'll definitely catch you. or too sensual."

Livka scolds as she frustrates Rachel's nose trying to get up.

"... ok"

There is no denial. I am not willing to cross naked women's paintings or women's paintings with pure art crystals, etc. Unless you are as much of an art lover, you are porn to many. At least it cannot be denied that it is something that encloses porn.

"And are you eating right? You got a little bit of cheek, don't you? Hunters generally eat well, but that's all they need to maintain their bodies."

"Right."

"And put Mr. Azrona away, you're going to miss him, aren't you? Mr. Snow White..."

Snow White pounding Livka's face with her tail like she said not to say anything extra.

Livka apologizes with her eyes to Snow White and then coughs up.

It's not that I want to be spooky, it's just that it's also my job to improve the hunter's living environment and to keep his abilities constant.

When the collector looked at his feet, Azlona was soggy and round.

Aha and a scratch-head collector.

I have as much as a hug, albeit rounded. I lifted it and put it on my knees.

He seems obstinate, and remains round, but the collector stroked as he scratched the hyena.

"… and the application of the Autonomous Communities came through. It is possible to enter the district tomorrow evening."

The collector nods.

Livka mouths the tea.

Just a little mouth, I was going to go home.

"... ha"

A cup of tea that was surprisingly delicious gave me a natural sigh.

"... you look tired too"

Associate staff in Reciharm with the responsible system are in intense duty. It is stressful because not only the hunters but also the staff have to coordinate with each other in a variety of ways.

"What, no, this is"

Livka wandering about something she didn't even think she would. Seriously, I wasn't aware of the stress thing. It's normal to work, it's normal to be tired. That's what I thought.

Livka making her face bow in embarrassment.

A groaning collector.

"- Hmm."

Rachel drank the tea all at once, getting up even though she was just a little poisoned by the deliciousness of that tea, and took Livka's arm.

"It's time to go."

Livka also noticed that she had done longer than planned and left the house while Rachel pulled her off.

"... Well, you want some?

Snow White tails souvenir jugs all the way down to swallowing.

It was Azlona who was somewhat in a better mood that brought her neck to eat.

Livka and the others are returning, and the collectors are ready for tomorrow in the back room.

Snow White was clearing his ears to the calm sleep of Azlona, who had finally healed his mood, and the sound of the strong wind outside.

- Hey, you know what?

And the female, and Snow and White, a little irritated, opened the door. You can't ignore more than living in a person's society.

There was a little bitch.

It's a small race Nadala Yag, but I don't know Snow White.

Nadara tells off in a grumpy manner.

"I don't know what you saw about keeping a woman blown away on a strong day like this,... Warcraft?

She was a troublesome bitch.

Neat females like Irida, Yobi and Ziva are easier to get along with.

However, I haven't noticed with the Warcraft that I'm not frightened deserves credit, but I can't get a nasal swelling smell.

"I heard there was a hunter here named Klund."

Snow White thinks.

In the meantime, I thought I'd drive you back.

"... anyone a customer?

A collector raised his voice from the back room.

Snow White roared in the back of his throat that he was a man who didn't read the air.

"That voice... what are you doing?... Step aside."

She is a little woman with a big attitude.

Snow White decided to go with his tail.

Peppered face, irritating nadala.

"Get out of the way."

It was Nadala trying to make use of the left and its little body to the right to enter the house, but all of it is inhibited by snow and white.

Nadala with deeper creases between the brows.

Snow white sniffing his nose.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

The collector finally showed himself there all the time.

Read the air. Even though Snow White attacks the Zodiac with his tail all the time, the Zodiac took it in the first few shots and stroked it.

"I'm coming in."

A little woman sitting in a chair, naturally.

And put your feet together and whisper in a sweet voice to the collector as he shows off his legs.

"- You got a nice gem or something?

It is not the association or the bone race that circulated the information, but the man who was witnessing it when the collectors first laid down life stones in the association is the source.

The collector is going to have an eye on his leg so that he can suck it off, but he is blinded by the snow and white tail he was catching. My hair pierces my eyeballs and it hurts extraneously.

"... Gems? Oh, or that."

A collector pointing to the front leg of the snow and white, holding down the seeping eyes of tears.

Nadara complains with surprise that he gives the Warcraft a rare stone of life.

"- Won't you give it to me?

Put your legs together, ignore the snow and give the collector a heads-up...

"Ask Snow White. Originally from Snow White."

Nadara looking at the snow and white for a moment.

Snow white pointing at the puddle.

Snow White liked this crimson ring out of the blue. Not to mention, I wasn't willing to give way to the big bitch in this attitude.

Nadara was about to break the smile she was forced to make, but now she changed her story with patience.

"... hmm"

At the end of his gaze was a painting depicting Nadara.

Paintings drawn scattered by the collectors and painted in a dark white and black light on the walls.

The woman is sitting naked in front of the mirror table with her back turned.

Dresses like long pieces are worn only to the waist in a sloppy way.

His mouth was laced with hair strings, and his arms clustered their long, long hair behind his back.

Armpit and breast contour are well visible, but face is invisible. It's not even in the mirror on the front.

High heels, bags and accessories scattered around.

On the mirror table, mixed with perfume and cosmetic bottles, there is an ashtray in a thin smoke tree on fire, and a glass with liquor.

Somewhere decadent, there was a portrayal of a temporal woman.

However, the room in the background is depicted in a strange melee, and the model, Nadala of the small race, doesn't even look like an elf, or half an elf.

A painting that depicts a small race but can also be argued that this is not a small race. He was trying to describe the beauty of a woman of a small race without causing her to feel an aversion to the rampant little race.

"- Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Nadara's laughter.

Yes, this was a failure.

An unsolicited painting painted at the end of an unsolicited imagination that it looks like Nadara.

What makes it hard to know if it's a small race or a half elf with a strange method of distance was also the desire of the collector not to break this anymore because he didn't paint Nadara.

This is the case if there is no exchange of emotions, such as a painting of a collector with no talent or pile.

"But this, then, I can't say anything. Hehe, oh, that's crazy."

But Nadara flickered the painting down to the table without burning it like she did last time.

And when I let the smoke tree out of my nose, I lit it.

"Do you have an ashtray?

"That's about it. Do it yourself."

"No, it's troublesome."

The collector sighed and made an ashtray out of soil sperm magic.

For not being able to paint, no, maybe he was ashamed of being spotted running away.

A keeper who somehow ignores the snowy, jittery eyes that it's just sweet on a woman.

"You can't smoke trees when you're a spiritual, so you're cramped."

Nadara inhaled smoke tree smoke looking delicious and spit it out slowly.

"Do you have any alcohol?... alas, too bad"

When Snow White roared one to intimidate him, Nadara withdrew lightly.

"Too much love."

Saying as Nadara glimpses her painting, which she drops on her desk, the collector looks disgusted.

"Oh, I didn't say anything wrong. Parents, brothers, friends, grandparents, and then neighbor love, brotherly love, free love. So love isn't one thing in the first place. You can have one or two heterosexuals. But when you have too much emotion, you end up running self-satisfied, so it's a painting that ignores them. Well, fine. Next time I see you, show me some more paintings."

And put out the smoke tree fire, and tried to walk away, and saw the snow white.

"- Can you give me that?

Snow White turned to pussy and slapped Nadara in the face with her tail.

Nadala with an irritating face.

"Oh, remember."

That's what I said, I rambled the door open, and I left.

You're a woman like a storm, I can't hate you anyhow.

But after all, she was also a woman that the collectors didn't quite understand. Perhaps there was a beauty that I felt like I couldn't draw for the rest of my life, but I couldn't help but paint its appearance.

No, it's not as if the rationale, but maybe I'm attracted somewhere to that free way of life I imagined on my own.

Looking tired, the collector sits on his chair.

There was a lot going on, including Nadala.

Take the lead on Farsha, your neighbor dies, Nadara raids.

It's troublesome, pathetic, noisy, regrettable.

But I turned everything upside down, and it was like this.

It's almost a hassle, but it's fun at times, or pathetic at times.

That was life as a person.

They push me to take care of things, worry about the fare and cost of living, and worry about the crap.

That was the daily life without any other love for the treasurer.

It's a decent life to think about being flirted with by someone else's thoughts.

A legitimate day I once neglected but loved.

When I was in Japan, it wasn't so noisy, but it looked a lot like it.

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Nadara was walking down the windy night lane.

The essence stone of the zodiac's life was meant to be a little pinch.

I pinched it in my ear a little, so it's about that.

"Before I get into trouble..."

It was tidal time.

Reciharm, Sage, Government, Gidion, Lazarus, Association.

Although the appearance remained the same as usual, complex power relationships were beginning to twist beneath the water.

Before you get involved, take what you can and deviate.

That was Nadara's way of life.

Nadala Yag.

The name given by the Egg Guard, the work of the small race old man, comes from 'Fearless - Flame'.

Shortly after you were born, you said you were so named for staring nearby at the flames of the bonfire without blinking?

Surely Nadara is not afraid.

He lived in exile, free and with his own mind.

Neither the position of an actress, nor that of a Lazarus mistress, was just doing it because I felt like it.

Maybe he'll be a hunter tomorrow.

If my own heart and purpose match, I will do anything.

That was the woman who said Nadara.