Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

There was a boat that exactly deserved to be launched ahead of Nirufal's body line in the robe while the collector stared at it, wondering if he could somehow see it.

The bottom is flat, with red brown Warcraft leather on the surface, but there is a small sail at the stern, and a cabin around the middle of the boat, which is no exaggeration when it comes to small fishing boats.

"- The Buryeag tribe means those who conquer the sandboat. No one else is free to deal with this sandboat, no matter how vast this desert may be. … let me introduce you to my brother Farood and the women's Maryam."

Nirufal introduced the man and woman who stood by both sides of the boat and watched Nirufal and the collector.

"A collector. The big one over here is Snow White, that's Azlona."

"... the deputy bow of the fourth boat, Farood."

That's what a man called his brother said to Nirufal.

Farood has a gray body color closer to black than Nirufal, and a white tattoo carving a spiral as if it were a sandstorm on his body, including his face. Braided long hair is rough and wrapped around the head, with sharp eyes and tall. He was as skinny as a spear, but he didn't have any enlarged muscles in vain, so he was built in without gaps.

"Goudalz is my daughter, my name is Maryam... Az and Yuki too, welcome"

Only the name made me feel good about growing up, but it quickly showed its true nature.

The woman named Maryam has a slightly lighter body tone than Nirufal, the way her hair is curled is somewhere feminine, no tattoos, a large flower cloth decoration on her head and a necklace on her neck as well. He looks extremely neat just like an elf, just like Nirufal, but his unspoken words and actions affect him and have gaps in his expression, and he has no attachments at all like Nirufal or Farood.

The behavior seemed to be right, and as soon as he named himself a collector, he rushed over to Azlona, where he held Azlona, who was becoming bigger than a lousy child, with his hands plugged in from the side of his wing arm.

"Hmm. It's tight, it's limp"

Nirufal looked at Maryam with a frightened eye, and then looked at the collector with sorrow.

"... in person, or if you don't like Azrona, you can do whatever you want. Talk to me and I'll understand if you do the same thing when you do something."

When Nirufal heard the saint's words, he glimpsed Azrona, and Snow White, and then nodded small.

"Get in. Let me show you to our house first."

Nirufal on the bow, the keeper behind it. Snow White and Azrona, who took the shield of the treasurer, were in the cabin-like cabin on the boat, with Maryam, and Farood was in formation at the stern.

As a matter of fact, this is a full capacity, on the contrary, weighing over for the weight of snow and white, where Nirufal and Farood cover it with the prior shipbuilding technique.

The sword that Nirufal was carrying on his back, the shapely sword with its pattern and blade close to a fifth, pierces the desert, no, the sand stream, cuts it off, and the sandboat accelerates.

He said that if things changed, the product would change, but the collector looked out just as the boat proceeded on the sand.

If you ask me, I say there are two normal desert zones in this desert and the sand stream zones I'm in right now.

The desert is the land of normal sand. And the sandstream, it seems, is about a stream of sand, as if it were a river, which in this land is divided into two main streams: the northern desert and the southern sandstream.

Listening to such Nirufal's explanation, the possessor was not cut off by nervousness, but he was relieved in his heart.

Because the boat didn't shake.

It's such a small boat, it's like when you're on a freighter (ferry) and you weren't drunk.

Unlike sea ships, sandboats are only on the sand stream, which seems to be the reason why it is difficult to shake.

In more than a dozen minutes, the boat arrived at a destination, but the collector, Azrona, and even Snow White circled their eyes and looked up.

A collection of sandboats. It could also be described as a flotilla. It also looked like one giant ship.

It also surprises me because it has no context whatsoever and sits flat in the desert.

The boats of the flotilla are flat on the bottom, as are the boats on which the sailors have come, and the biggest boats in the centre, the more two-story houses, are joined there by boats about midboats and huts with about a bungalow house.

Why did the ship open its mouth in the desert, and Nirufal, who had gone to contact the flotilla one time earlier, came back and told him that the collectors were looking up at the ship.

"- It's our hometown. We are born here, we patrol, and we die."

I was envious of Nirufal's proud appearance, a collector who had only recently been a little distracted. Although there is a ship, there is something we can call home, because there is a place to return.

"Now, if only you could live on this boat, but there are a few things you can promise me. If you don't mind, we welcome you as our guest."

And when he heard it, the sailor turned his gaze from the ship to Nirufal.

"... as much as I would have liked to have asked for it from here, depending on the content of the promises and codes. That one you pick up, but I can't accept the tyranny."

It was the word of a treasurer who could also be regarded as magnificent by some to hear, but Nirufal did not look concerned, but rather a windy face that it was natural.

"For about ten days first, have them live in a boat on the outermost side of the fleet. It is forbidden to travel to other boats, but meals and more should be prepared here. Other than that, nothing in particular. It is forbidden to kill, commit, steal or otherwise be forbidden within other tribes. There are a number of details, but they don't force the Guest to do anything. Besides, if you don't like being here, it's possible to send it to a nearby city. We'll return that axe then, too. I'm not looking to get consideration from a difficult traveler in the desert in the first place. It was to be used for taxes on each tribe that you would need to live in this desert."

After taking account of the words for a while, the collector confirmed Snow White and Azrona with one another, and then nodded.

"Nice to meet you. If you can't get drunk on the boat, I can help you."

"Well... then put up with me for about ten days first. And I have one personal favor to ask. Of course, there's nothing inconvenient about saying no."

And Nirufal said unthinkable things, that the keeper had come.

"Guardian Warcraft, no, I'd like to ask Lord Yukishiro to join me"

The keeper got stuck in response to the unfamiliar word and unexpected request of the Guardian Warcraft, but the snow white of the day nods to Eagle Deep.

"... it's no wonder. Would it be all right now?

There can be no objection to snow and white. Plus, he's the one whose keeper is developing his usual Bjork, and he's the one who might be taken care of from now on. There was no reason anywhere to say no.

"Then brother, I beg you to do the rest"

That's all Nirufal said, accompanied by snow and white went to the spacious desert.

What was left were the collectors and the Buryeag men who somehow refrained behind the Farood. They have uniformly stretched spines and have a forged figure, even if not as good as Farood.

I almost feel alarmed by the collector, but before that, Farood told me.

"... I want to know your powers"

……

When the collector, confused by the sudden expansion, somehow heard that this man had too few mouths, it was apparently that he wanted to fight to grasp the power of the collector under the pre-construction rite of passage, which embraces the guests.

"... what are the rules?

I couldn't say I hated the fight because the collectors would let me into this community, etc. Otherwise, I can think of other settlements, but maybe everywhere, fifty hundred steps, if you don't know anything, you'd better be at the Buryeag tribes, who seem to trust you at least. It also affects that the women of dark elves, which are almost synonymous with elves, were concerned.

"... to the best of my ability"

This is the hardest thing for a collector. Probably means wielding all your might without the use of lethal means of attack, but you can't imitate such a clever collector with little combat experience. Because all I know is the art of killing.

Still, if that's the rule, and in a direction that doesn't use poison or autonomous magic, or so-called first-time shooting, he decided to somehow show strength and accepted the fight.

The collector tried to follow that back that Falud walked out of, and Azrona was held aside by Maryam as he circled his gaze as to where he had gone, and he found Azrona, who seemed to enjoy himself.

Have you noticed the gaze of the zodiac, Maryam waves this way with Azrona's winged arms, and Azrona is innocently happy too.

The collector was first relieved by the appearance and followed Farood.

Ahead, Snow White and Nirufal had already confronted each other.

Nirufal takes off his robe and holds his sword on his shoulder, but it was detectable that his whole body was full of sand and would have been torn into snow and white many times during this short time.

For the first time there, the collector was blinded by Nirufal's face and extremely fleshy limbs.

There were three triangular tattoos carved on the eye buttocks of black purple eyes that resembled tears, sometimes drooling eyes, even as if they were crying. Long braided purple hair is wrapped around the head, with pointed ears stretching perfectly from between them. Dark grey skin like thin darkness at sunset and fleshy limbs as supple as leopards but by the extreme nailed the eyes of the collector.

At the end of such a collector's gaze, small, sand smoke rose.

That was the only thing that could be seen by the collector, and the next thing that happened was how Snow White took that great sword with his nails and Nirufal blew it up beside him.

"... with Nil's sword intact"

Farood squeaks like he's convinced of something.

At the end of that gaze, Nirufal, who was sticking from his face into the sand, rose up peeling, something with a refreshing face, picking up the detached robe and bowing his head to the snow white.

"Very helpful. If you'd like, I'd like you to join me while I'm here."

When Snow and White cast their swords over the polite Nirufal appearance, they nodded in the wind in their spare time and returned to the collectors side by side with Nirufal, who received the sword lightly.

It also seemed as if it was a master and disciple who put his mind through it, and contained emotions that seemed strange, delightful, and indescribable to the collector.

Nirufal nodded softly when he noticed Farood, and Farood gave Nirufal his sword in response, pointing his foot to where the Snow Whites had been fighting until earlier.

A collector and a falude facing each other about twice the height of a collector.

"... come anytime"

Farood holds his fist, and that's all he says.

Apparently he's going to do it with his bare hands. The Collector intends to prepare the Stone Elite Magic to the extent that it is sufficient to demonstrate basic combat abilities. Sand is more efficient in exercising stone magic than in exercising it roughly with earthen magic, if it is.

But the collector was bewildered by the feeling.

The spiritual response is' heavy ',' dull '.

On a level no longer separate from the Spirit of the Mid Continent, it feels different to return when you communicate your will.

After several more attempts to give the magic away, the collector realizes. Not the way you ask for it, not the amount of magic you give it. I mean, it's really something else.

He is a treasurer who has held a hand in spiritual magic, which is the outline of his request, but now he exercised stone sperm magic at the mercy of his magic, without having time to talk to the Spirit, generating sand piles on all sides of Farood.

"... were you a sand magician"

Farood shrugs and shrugs as he lightly avoids the sand pile he's supposed to see for the first time.

The collector goes there. Plus, he unleashes a sandball. The number is roughly ten.

But Farood smote it easily, and he smashed it with his bare hands.

The collector swallows the agitation that came out of his throat.

Seeing the power scattered through the four sandballs, the collector, who finally felt the physical strengthening that Farood was activating extremely naturally, was remembering the great stars of Longhua Country.

The Big Stars Martial Artists could not use conscious life essence magic, but they were "heroes" in a place called the Mid Continent, a natural life enhancer whose workouts constantly activated body strengthening and healing magic.

A natural life enhancer named for wars and warcraft disasters in a Mido continent that was once devoid of conscious life essence magic. A thrust of his spear penetrates five soldiers, and the flesh of his steel tells him that he will not cover even the fangs of the Warcraft.

He is a 'hero' who was barely born on the Mid Continent since the magic of life was developed and spread, but now that was before the collector. Farood, and is Nirufal.

A glimpse of the men watching the game, wondering if all of the Buryeags could do this, the men stared at Farood with admiration and a look of respect.

Is there a place where there are not so many who can?

Just with the other guys, and it seems like you could avoid one or two of the spiritual magics, the collectors have reduced it to too much combative ethnicity addition and subtraction.

After that, the collector releases sand piles and sandballs as he tries the senses of spiritual magic, but all of them are smitten, beaten, kicked, and not a single thing strikes directly.

There is still no shadow or shape of the Spirit in the day to use Ice and Dark Fairy magic. I didn't even feel like seeing Farood's body surgery and deliberately bringing him into a melee he wasn't good at.

"- You're gonna kill me. Come on!

Farood screams for such a treasurer's affliction to show his seriousness.

The frustration in the collector brings his neck.

Don't even know this one. He said all the unsolicited things, and the collector let go of the stone sperm magic as the impulse.

Ten sand piles and sand balls, accompanied by killings, strike Farood.

Like earlier, Farood shrugged and smashed, but suddenly his vision was covered in dust, and the sound of an explosion pierced his tympanic membrane.

Still, however, Farood intercepts sandballs and sand piles that should not have been seen. No uninterrupted release of sand balls, sand piles, or dust.

Furthermore, Farood avoided the sole (...) relying solely on the 'inquiry', even though the explosion was crushing his ears and depriving him of his sight by the dust.

But the sole you should have avoided, the clear big nail pulls back, while opening the nail tightly and wide and aiming at its foot.

Farood kicked his big nail without hesitation, but a bouncing collector shook a boomerang sword in there.

But Farood beats the boomerang sword down a straight line from body to body with the sun on his back.

A boomerang sword that punches you in the patterned ass and pulls out the look.

Even as the collector landed on the ground as it was, he also unleashed a 'full blow' from it.

The maximum number of sandballs that could be simultaneously exercised and used with sand piles, explosions, sand dust, and even big claws and boomerang swords were used to unleash a 'full blow'. It was a magnificent ambush of a collector with no skill or rush in melee.

but it was one step ahead of Farood's flank and was held back by both of its hands.

"... well understood"

Farood's words. Finally, the consciousness of the collector is interrupted.

The endurance of the flesh and defenses with spiritual and life magic forged in mind. He also wore "Mixed Leather Armor" made from the leather of the Scroll Angle Lizard, the Green Hydragon, and the Red Lotus Hydragon, and "The Double Shield of the Flying Dragon" was erected on the verge of a direct hit.

But before Farood's fist, such things were quickly rendered powerless.

The shield I managed to erect was bounced in one blow, and the magic fixture of the lower mixed barrier, Guardian Star I, and the physical barrier of autonomous magic were also crushed. The constantly activated physical barrier of the Life Elite Magic, the Objective Barrier, also penetrates easily, and its heavy fist determines the belly of the collector.

Over leather armor. Note that the fist profoundly pierces the collector, causing him to whimper out of his throat.

Still, it manages to set up the 'Double Shield of the Flying Dragon', expressing an invisible spike needle, but only minor injuries to Farood's fist. Even when it comes to minor injuries, Farood realizes it right after he puts his fist on the spike needle and is able to pull it in, so it's not like he can call it a scratch, not even a fist on the same spike needle again. It didn't take that long for the other spike needles to be attacked either.

Farood doesn't stop.

Heavy and sharp fists, as if they were blade crushed spears, destroy the 'objective barriers' and sand walls they tried to re-tension before they were in complete condition.

There was no longer a hitter, and the keeper let go of consciousness.

Strength falls out of the body of the collector.

Then Farood stopped his fist on the verge of striking directly at the collector.

He was a collector lying defenselessly on the sand, but regained consciousness immediately with some daily fighting training against snow and white. But he could not get up, and the sweat flowing, as it were, became a great word and repeated his rough breath.

Farood looked down at his rough breathing collector, thinking of a soldier species he had never seen or heard of as a 'heavy-duty spellmaker' in the way he fought.

Throughout the battle, I was going to know the sexual roots of the collector, but what a strange way to fight. I was interested in the collector.

"... you don't seem to like the fight"

To that terminal word, the sawdust could not be answered by a rough breath interrupting, but Farood was sure.

There was a rush in the last ambush. I felt a throwing desire to finish the fight quickly. But the defense was hard. Equipment is also biased in defense, and its flesh is weighted in endurance. The spells are also more tricky than any spellman in the land. Probably could be more powerful as well.

Farood glimpses the snow and white.

Wow, it's been a long stretch, but I've been skipping my gaze to Farood for a long time during the battle, and don't overdo it.

Snow White fights all he wants in front endlessly, defending himself as the Collector covers it from behind. Fighting in that way would have given rise to a way of fighting, such as' Heavy Duty Spellman ', Farood guessed.

Staring at the snagged collector again, Farood glances at Nirufal and nods.

Nirufal took it and declared:

"- Accept travelers as guests for ten days first, as per the code."

In Nirufal's proclamation the collector arose a blunt, painful body, and rose.

"... let me show you"

The collector was guided by Farood and stepped into the sandboat regiment.

"Right here. If you're in this boat, you can move. If you need anything, raise your voice. Someone must have noticed."

Together with Nirufal and Farood, and Maryam, who is about to hold Azrona, the sailor was led to a boat near the rear of the convoy.

Water bottles on your right hand side as soon as you enter the room, carpets on the floor and nightware fur on the corner are just caught on the wall. The boat is about quadrupled, but the boat itself is a little wider if you include a small deck and stern. There seemed to be no problem at all if we were to live in Azlona, Snow White with the Collector.

"Ask your brother for more information, men will feel more comfortable with each other"

Nirufal tries to go and walk away that way, but stops when he finds the troubled one who doesn't even have any sign of walking away.

"... Marya, let's go"

Maryam offered Azrona, who held it with a pitiful face as if it were a lifetime goodbye, and shouted that the collector would receive it.

"... stay here ten days from now. No, just that kid and that kid."

All of a sudden, a snow white called that kid is circling his eyes. There was no contact at all, so it would be natural.

"... if there's an edge"

Maryam, with his elf-minded beauty, and even fleshy limbs, compels him, and just as the possessor, too, turns aside, not knowing what to answer, and duly clouds the word -

"-" Fate "would have it. I just tied it, because I just tied it. I'm sure you'll stay."

Apparently, the word 'edge' has been translated into the word 'fate', and Maryam is desperate to say it back, but Nirufal forcefully takes his arm and drags him.

"... Nil is good, you played a lot"

I had such a grudge. My voice went away.

"... let me guide you to uncleanness"

Guide the keeper as if Farood hadn't mentioned Maryam.

Unclean, that is, the toilet is in a small storage shed halfway between the room and the stern, with a lid on the floor when you peek inside. And when I opened it, I saw the sand.

"... quick.... Sometimes, it bites me"

In the drooling of just holes, the collector solidified.

I was summoned to Snow Mountain by modern Japan with a collector, and I struggled within the unusable of spiritual magic, and I have been in such an embarrassing situation that people could never say. It also became more comfortable after Spirit Magic became available, but unfortunately there is no water sperm here, day or night.

There is no ice sperm, not water sperm. No matter how much magic the ice elves living in "The Double Shield of the Fei Long" handed over, they didn't even try to step out of the shield.

"... First of all, are you gonna bite me?

"... leaping hundreds of feet (hashrah) or crustaceans (zach). If we catch him, we can eat him, right?

Swallow all the things you want to say and the collector asks another.

"... what is that stone?

There was a small pile of elongated stones next to the hole.

"... wipe your ass, wipe. Throw it away when you're done with it."

Zao Man, and his beautiful favorite snow white was stuck behind his back. Azrona doesn't seem to know very well and is leaning her neck.

"And then..."

Without noticing such a caveman and the light despair of snow and white, Farood returned to the cabin to take the lid of the water bottle that was near the entrance and sprinkle the water on the cup that he had made by slapping the metal roughly on the lid.

"... you're red"

Once I forgot about the toilet, the collector who casually glanced at the water offered surprised me.

This water is not just blushing red, and no water sperm is present at all. This was my first time in this world.

"... red, but normal water"

Farood said so and swallowed the water thoroughly.

The collector sees the snow white as he confirms, but snorts that the snow white he smells is fine.

"... and then in ten days"

Farood tries to leave with that left behind, but the collector pulls that shoulder and stops.

Why stop? And Farood stares at me wondering.

"You can't possibly understand that in a fight like that, can you?

"... you want to do it again?

To Farood, who never hates it, the treasurer gives up.

"Why does that happen? I'm not that brainy. Hit each other. Then you don't know anything. Tell me a lot about this tribe, the Buryeag."

Farood seems to have understood the meaning of the word and looks slightly disgusted. Farood himself, he was aware that he was not good at speaking. I didn't think I could explain it well.

As a collector, I usually look it up in the Hunter Society's library, but now that I can't do that, I just have to get information from Farood. Even to ask Nirufal, he's already gone somewhere.

"... that's ten days later when Nil..."

"No way, try and force people to run away when we want to know, there's no such thing as that, is there?

On the forehead of Farood, who was not sweating even during the scorching day, there was a snug sweat, his eyes fleeing from the zodiac and swimming to swim, but there was no forgiveness for the zodiac.

Then, the Question Attack of the Collector continued through the night, and the Farood was liberated when the temperature was higher the next morning.

Some parts got somewhat less guidelines because they were poorly spoken and could not be said until ten days later, but the collectors could understand about the outline of the land and the Buryeag tribe.

At the price of that, Farood left the boat with his head fluttered, but there was no guilt or other fine dust because the collector was fluttered with his fist.

It was hot outside, like on a hot iron plate, and no, it was getting hot.

In the boat Snow White and Azrona take the double shield of the flying dragon from the collector, cooling on each one. During the day, there are no water sperm and no ice sperm, so the ice sperm caught on the shield is a valuable cooling treatment. By the way, what I found out after living all day and night was that there was no fire elf at night either.

The collector, on the other hand, weaves his dragon hua-style coat, falls asleep feeling the spills of the snow whites cooling, and relaxes. The battle from the ruins escape, and the whole night was just as enjoyable.

There, a hard metal sound sounds twice. Light at first, then heavy sounds.

The snow whites look disgusted when hot air enters the sudden visitors, but the collector remembers the customs of the Buryeag tribe that he had just heard last night, cursorily waking up his body to get familiar and welcoming visitors. Light metal sounds indicated a woman's visit, while heavy metal sounds indicated a man's visit.

The visitors were Farood, who had just left earlier, and Maryam behind him. Farood is putting his sword over his head to prevent direct sunlight.

Maryam soon manifests his true nature when he gives the polite greetings of the Buryeag tribe only in the wind of Jianmae.

"Hmm? It's just a little cool."

With that said, Azrona, and then approached the source of the snow white, mixed without hesitation.

They also approach each other without butting in against snow and white at all, but they are likely to hold their heads with snow and white tails, naturally. but Maryam grabbed that tail quickly, cheeky.

Then, surprised by Maryam's exceeding expectations, Snow White rushes through his tail, but Maryam approaches again, even though he looks a little sorry.

Repeating that several times allowed Maryam to come into contact with the wind that there was no choice but to snow and white fed up with further rising temperatures and Maryam's obsession.

Then Maryam happily hugged Snow White, and when he deposited his back, he hugged Azlona, who had been captured at some point, and began to talk about something with pleasure as it was.

"... what are you doing here? Well, let's go in."

The collector watching the situation tried to ask Farood, who should have left fed up with the questioning attack, who put his sword outside and went inside, pounding and zeroing in tired.

"... you can't do a woman under a man by yourself, not a guest"

Finally, he was forced off by Maryam, who liked the snow whites, to accompany him to a boat with a keeper, it seems.

"… and then, meals"

When the collector and snow white, azurona, plus Maryam and Farood enter the quadruple halves, there will be no more, and the car seat will be around the wrapping in a spicy way.

Farood's bathroom was a thin carpet that, when opened, would also be like a rancho mat, but more than that, the collector's eyes dot the 'meal' that came out of it. When it comes to the magnitude of the impact, it's bigger than when you're in the bathroom.

Only the smell was like a salted boiled shrimp, and the snow white caught in the smell glanced at the sole.

And get rid of the facial expressions just like the collector.

"... we have separate meat chunks for Lord Yukishiro and Azrona"

When I heard that, Snow White relieved me.

"... can you eat?

When the collector asks with knowledge of his disrespect, Farood nods.

"How?

Then Maryam stretched out his arms softly while holding Azrona and grabbed the sole on the large plate, unmanipulatively snapped his head. He further peeled off the shell and legs of the remaining torso and offered them in front of the keeper.

Plumpy peeling, but red and black like dry blood.

If only this had been served, he might have eaten without knowing, but when he saw the sole on the large plate, the collector hesitated to put it in his mouth.

It was' mukade 'from wherever it was served on a large plate. However, it is about 30 cm long and thick as a long sword pattern. The fangs on my mouth were slightly vicious, and my legs strangely gave me verses. I stand.

The treasurer remembers the devil worm he crusaded before he came here, but that is a crusade, and when he tells me to eat, I hesitate.

Since his arrival in this world, the Collector has managed not to just eat worms. There was resistance to just eating bugs.

Snow and white also don't eat bugs at all, such as "Sandbug (Salaam)," which I used to eat, but this hundred-legged demon bug doesn't seem to work.

The collector receives stripping from the fearful Maryam, but he can't really carry it to his mouth.

Both Farood and Maryam look strange at such a collector's condition.

If you don't eat, you two may feel bad, but I don't want to. But......, and the Zao had created such a Japanese-like grid in his interpersonal life for a long time.

"... what's wrong?

Farood has a small mouth count, but his eyesight is strong. No, that can be said not only of Farood, but of the entire Buryeag tribe, as was Maryam, who stared at this one beside him.

The collector slowly tries to carry the mukade strip to his mouth, but stops near it.

Then, Pakung and Azrona ate it.

Jump up and eat, dripping the tail of the muckade from the edge of your mouth, squeezing your eyes in a good way.

And the possessor lifted up a voice of joy in his heart, but when he saw it, the large plate was littered with unbroken mukade heads, and the rest of the stripping lined up beautifully.

"I'm heartbroken because I still can't make a formal welcome, but now bear with me. Everyone brought it to the traveler."

They stripped me of all the muckades, Maryam says proudly as she wipes her dirty hands with a cloth.

The bigger this mukade is, the harder it is to hunt, but the smaller one is a very laborious substitute to find, and this size thing is often treated as a celebration, do you think you catch it in a clan outing?

Naturally the Zodiac doesn't know that. I don't know, but I imagined being close to it from the end of the two words.

There is no option of not eating it if you can imagine, and the collector managed to stomach it this way, carrying the peel of 'A Million Years' into his mouth.

When the collector finished the meal and Maryam enjoyed the snow whites for about an hour, the two left the boat.

On my way home, Farood told me he was sailing at sunset, but the collector would totally overhear it.

At that time, I still felt like it tasted like muckade in my mouth. The texture is snug, the taste is best described as oily raw crab, and I can't even say it tastes good.

But when I thought of the flavor left in my mouth as muckade, my stomach area became soggy and I was distracted.

But the fatigue of the collector, who had spent too much time densely, seemed to occasionally accumulate, and the collector was at some point asleep, haunted by the aftertaste of the mukade.

The collector wakes up to a slight shake.

Snow White seems to be awake already, lying down and becoming the pillow of a collector, yet busily moving his ears to the noise outside in a hurry.

As the sleeping eye collector woke up and stood up, Azrona's jaw, sleeping with his head on its lap before the collector knew it, hit the floor properly. He is surprised as he falls asleep because of his frequent failures in flight training, or because he wants to fall again.

With that aside, the collector opened the door with his sleeping eyes open, and the view was changing outside the boat.

In the wind, there was a sandboat.

The desert as far as I can see is choked at dusk.

The collector remembered Farood's words on his return and realized that the sandboat had moved.

Red desert, the convoys run.

The Buryeags move endlessly around that flotilla, no, bouncing around and maneuvering.

Sometimes a rough voice mixes with Nirufal's loud voice.

In Japan, no, in the Middle-continent, the zodiac spotted the sight that would not have been seen.

Then Snow White pushes the back of the collector against his head with a sleigh and his face, narrowing his eyes so that he doesn't even seem to be troubled by the wind produced by the sandboat. Azlona, who had finally woken up clearly, was also looking out of her feet and enjoying the migrating desert landscape.

The sailor moved to the stern of the boat and looked out at the sandboat and the desert from where, to put it in the flotilla, it hit the stern of it.

The verdant desert changes scenery to purple, blue, and black as the sun sets, and temperatures drop sharply.

When the collector pulls some fur out of the cabin that would be night gear and weaves his feathers, he stares at the convoy from the stern again. Snow White was in a better mood the lower the temperature, and Azlona was still likely to afford it.

The sandboat, which was in a rush when sailing, had now regained its calm. The men, who were bouncing endlessly around the boat regiment, left vigilant and headed back into the boat.

The men and women who occasionally came out had furs that would be anti-cold, and hair that was wrapped around their heads, now wrapped around their necks like mufflers.

The sounds and smells of boiling, the crying and laughing of children, and the lights of life leaking slightly from each boat.

The collector finally here, losing his strength from his shoulder.

I can't bother trying to get close to a woman or a child, and I don't know if I can attack her. Of course, the fact that it shows the power of snow and white is huge, and with those two things, the zodiac finally gained the peace of mind of being in a people's city.

- Geez.

It just got cold, and Azlona stuck her body hard in the fur where the collector weaves his wings.

The sound of life was decreasing slightly, and the temperature was dropping even further. As the temperature difference from daytime is likely to be close to a hundred degrees, the builder wraps his tongue around the absurd climate.

On the contrary, Snow White seemed to be happy and devising how he could move freely in the sand stream, dripping his tail over the sand stream, which did not look like it was flowing, still making sure it was flowing.

The collector had unconsciously retrieved the miscellaneous books while leaning against Azlona, but realizes. That the water that dissolves the ink will also freeze.

Tomorrow I would prepare even coal, and the collector thought, I made a miscellaneous book, and then sat at the stern until the dawn of night, staring at the desert and the boat regiment.