Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

The convoys leaving the city of Egbata were moving along the boundary between the desert and the sand currents. If we get out of here, we'll be out of the Alvara power zone for a while.

But then again, the collector was clashing with Nirufal somehow.

Nirufal did it that day. He yelled at the keeper about what it was like to praise a milk drinker.

This doesn't mean anything wet.

The morning after that fight, the collector decided to look around at this convoy because he had been banned from leaving the sandboat for a while as punishment the other day.

It is only the great boat in which Anahita dwells, in the centre of which the canoe, the midboat and the great boat are made up in union, that cannot enter, but is otherwise allowed to walk around freely.

A walk through the early morning boat regiment, accompanied by snow white and azrona, who have made arrangements with Nirufal, greets the ladies who do their chores and the children who play around them from the time the sun does not run out, without any hesitation. You know what happened the other day, but there was nothing like hostility.

Water drifting in the clear desert air in the early morning, the smell of laundry. The voices of the children and the fornicating talk of the women playing for fun in the morning. Sometimes the wind blowing hard is sandy, but I'm comfortable with the residual cold air blowing through last night.

But even when it comes to playing, the children's physical abilities are high, and even the child with the baby on his back is chasing him as he jumps around the junction between the boat and the boat, gently jumping over the overhead rope that is drying the laundry pulled in between.

Dark Elves is an 'elf that cannot use spiritual magic'. This also means that spiritual magic is the only thing that cannot be used, but the inherent abundance of magic exists. Its abundant magic was naturally turned to physical abilities by a harsh desert life, gaining high physical abilities from childhood and becoming a born warrior at the end of further training and combat.

Regardless, the collector, who doesn't know that, walks puffy with a slight view of the peaceful routine of the women and children, and sometime reaches the tip of the boat regiment.

So I lowered my hips and widened the miscellaneous book, Snow White and Azrona can also lay back relaxed on the deck. The only time I could get a decent sunbath was now, when the temperature had not gone up.

Snow white moves the tip of his tail in a temperament to the sound of a sharp stroking collector's brush, and Azlona mimics it and moves his tail perfectly.

Then the children gather there.

After that welcome feast, they knew there was no danger to Snow White and Azlona, and as they were out there, the children would stop by from nowhere. It seems that there are less than 300 Buryeags in this flotilla, but from what the collectors have seen, there are no ten children. I heard that elves are hard to have children when they were in Mid Continent, but that seems to apply to dark elves as well.

The collector treats the child poorly, but Snow White takes good care of him, Azlona is just like the child, and even if the collector keeps his mouth shut, he can handle it.

Rather than that, Snow White distracted him, and he insisted that he not be loud while the collectors were painting, and the kids are playing hard.

The collector paints, dealing with the kids as Snow White rocks his tail, and Azlona hangs out with him. If that's all, there was nothing wrong with it...

- Uh-huh.

Unexpectedly, a baby carried by the child contained a snow white tail in his mouth.

It was not uncomfortable because it is often bitten by Azlona, but it bit the tail that should have been in a safe zone out of the reach of the children, and Snow White stares at the baby in surprise.

A giant snow leopard wrinkled his nose, stripped his fangs and stared, it's not strange to be frightened with a large adult if he seemed, and naturally cry if that's a child.

A baby crying like a fire.

Is that the usual thing, kids who keep playing at my pace without looking like they cared at all.

But I wonder if snowflakes and collectors who usually don't have children close to them are a bad idea to keep crying, and it's also counterproductive if Snowflake tries to abandon them somehow. Good looking after snow and white. Sounds great once the milk drinker cries.

Somehow, Snow White slaps Peppy the collector with his tail, but the collector is almost out of thought, too.

"Ah. It's okay. It's okay, 'cause I'll stop crying soon"

A motherly woman showed her face wondering just how much more accustomed she was to the child carrying her, but crying too hard.

Then the baby stops ringing perfectly and laughs when she sees her mother.

"Sorry."

When the collector says so, the mother laughs at the tease.

"Babies do their job of crying."

"That would help if you said so. You're a cute kid, is that a boy? Is that a girl?"

I meant to be about a public discourse, but that was a mistake.

The mother's eyes tighten and she stares at the keeper.

The collector read the air and apologized, not knowing how.

Seeing how it goes, the mother realizes something and loosens her eyes. In an instant he changed his appearance from Shura to Mercy Mother.

"... doesn't the traveler know? You know what? Don't praise your kids, especially dairy drinkers. Because the evil gods will grab it. Damn, I'm still glad this kid's a boy, but if he's a girl, he's about to fly in. Be careful."

That kind of thing is superstitious, I just didn't even mention the collector, and apologized to the plainclothes.

"That's enough. Travelers also say good luck. Besides, you can't let a man bow his head that easily. 'Cause they're gonna look at you lightly."

I had heard about that, both from Lesiharm and from Farood, but I still couldn't stop right away as a collector whose apology and bowing my head was linked.

That's why I managed to get my mother to forgive me on the spot, but Nirufal, strangely nervous from one of the other cases, came to hear it and yelled at the podcaster's boat.

- I'm not gonna tell you I haven't heard from my brother.

"I guess you know how hard it is to hear it out of Farood. You're not listening to details like that."

The collector is in a bad mood for digging back on the issue that should have been over too.

"Learn properly"

"My mother forgave me, it's none of your business."

"How do I feel when my dairy father tells me about it at a regular meeting?

"I know."

It reopened, what about the promise, etc., and the quarrel between the possessor and Nirufal continued until Maryam arbitrated it again.

At this time, I no longer knew which was worse and which was right.

Then again and again the collector, who had argued with Nirufal, who had become nervous like a sister-in-law, had become irritated just to see Nirufal's face.

"- Not to mention I'm going to complain about the order of eating rice."

The collector is so foolish while eating the meal that Farood and Maryam brought to us.

Not enough to set it apart because it doesn't mean hostility until it's deadly. But just not so much, I can't even exude stress. I understand that there is something wrong with me, but I was too degree to breathe.

Maryam, who was playing with Azrona as usual, smiles bitterly and scratches his head like Farood was in trouble.

"... the pussy is not good"

Farood, who is too lousy and too honest, embarrasses the keeper by saying that.

"You can stand in front of him and tell him. I mean, I've already said the same thing."

Then Farood got in trouble with the collector who said it wasn't a pussy.

"... Phew"

Maryam laughed with pleasure. That leads to snow and white, and it's not just fun to hold Azrona and puff her stomach.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a nil. Angry face, though."

That's what Maryam started talking about Nirufal.

"Nil is really a sweet girl, isn't she? She wasn't the kind of girl who'd mix with a bunch of guys and do a bow job."

Even children, as the collectors have seen, have a normal race, which also has the power to outnumber adults. That was no exception with a woman.

Sometimes we all share the fact that we are dark elves with excellent physical abilities, and that we all share the mission of protecting Anahita, retaining as much power as we can to defend ourselves at the very least, and the Buryeags have fewer differences in roles between men and women than other tribes.

Still, on the bow of the fourth boat from the most boat, there was one woman, Nirufal, and no woman among his men. Because women have the role of having children, it is mostly men who actually stand on the arrow and fight.

"-But, forgiveness and parents died in a tribal skirmish, and Nil abandoned himself as a bunch of women"

Suddenly, Nirufal's background is revealed and the collector looks suspicious.

"Well, listen."

Nirufal, who had a good relationship with his forgiveness after the death of a dowry who had been determined since his birth, became plugged. My parents felt painful about it and did not choose a pardon dowry for a while, but within it now my parents are dead.

In the last few hundred years, there has been no great strife, but it does not mean that there has been any peace at all, such as skirmishes and the rise of leading tribes. Nirufal's wife and parents died in it.

Nirufal and Farood, who lost their rear shield as their parents, stood around as guardians of Nirufal, even to the bow of the fourth boat with unparalleled and historic force and effort.

It also seemed unfortunate that he had lost his pardon and his parents, and for some time he did not lift up a new pardon, that is to say, talk of marriage, etc., but Nirufal began working out in the meantime, dizzying and gaining strength and finally crossing his brother, Farood, to become the head of the fourth boat.

At the time, in the battle, Farood didn't take a hitch either, but because Nirufal was above him in other command and negotiation abilities, Farood decided to become a deputy bowman himself. Because Anahita is a woman, I also thought in the wind that it would be better to have a female head.

In a situation in which women were hardly even of the Buryeag tribe, such as becoming bowmen, Nirufal's inauguration of the bowmen was quite controversial, but Anahita, the head of the Buryeag tribe, as Farud was concerned, was a woman, as was Anahita's own mouthpiece, which led Nirufal to take up the bowman.

"So now Nil's position is vague."

It's basically a man's job to be on the boat head, and the women are hard to get close to Nirufal, who is surrounded by men, but Nirufal is a woman, so he can't treat the men as the same man, and he's reluctant somewhere. Combat ability also goes into the fifth finger in this convoy, excellent command and negotiation skills, and as a man I get carried away.

At the same time, it was not extraordinarily adorable to the elderly because it was not cute to behave as a bowman more than necessary. At best, it was enough to speak intimately to my brother Farood and his long-time friend Maryam, and now even that 'position' had built some wall.

As a result, Nirufal was not isolated, but became what could be called loneliness. Seriously, I lost my wife and parents and became a bowman with a firm resolve, so I just had the mental ability not to care about such a standing.

The only thing on Nirufal's mind right now is to protect Anahita and protect the tribe. For Anahita's sake, I will endure and endure anything for my tribe. Now he also sealed his revenge on his forgiveness and his parents in the depths of his heart.

For the code of the people of the desert, and for Anahita's pity, he still protected the keepers, respecting the code and will. Otherwise, I might have kicked you out.

"You use old man language like even my father wouldn't normally use like that, but are you really sweet? The tattoo on his eyeballs is a sign of determination and kindness to his dead wife and parents, saying," I can't cry to him anymore, so it's in his place. "

Maryam smiled as he remembered the old days, and Farood had eyes that looked far away.

"But I'm gonna say 'freedom' there. You're here. I kept enduring and had to get on my nerves as a nil that I had thought was right. You may cause a crisis in your tribe, even though it is a code or a pride that you have brought in. It's not what you're saying, it's out of code, but it's not what you can ignore at all."

……

"But you were on par with Nil because you're the one we have no clue about. Even if it was a fight. Of course I like the previous Nil, but I like the current Nil."

Maryam and Farood, who are in the same code, knew too much about each other's circumstances, and could not stand in the front, even if they could line up beside each other. Those who stand in the front, but are not enemies. Such a person was also necessary to man.

By letting them fight for good and evil and their way of life from the front, side by side, they suspect the other person, doubt themselves, and identify themselves. May solitude not turn into solitude.

"... what are you trying to say"

"I want you to know us well about Nil. Whether you want to leave or not, then it's not too late, right? You're strong, too, and Yuki is stronger. You can always run if you want to."

"... you don't think this place would be in danger if I were here?

"Well, I know I'm in danger, too, but you're not the one who talks and doesn't get it, are you? I'm not going to make the same mistake. That's why Nil doesn't kick out either. Because that's the promise. Besides, if you can't accept it, I don't think you're here yet."

Maryam's words were diagrams.

To be precise, I don't know. Make it that loot, make it this desert. What is right and what is wrong? I don't even know how to live in this desert if I don't know that.

If I didn't know how to get out of this desert, I wouldn't know how to get my own water the way I've always done, so I wasn't sure what to do.

With his dark elf-specific, black-purple eyes, Maryam stared at the collector, slightly distracting, and loosened his cheeks.

"I want to be with Yuki and Az forever, too. So think slowly."

That said, I held Snow White's tail and Azrona together for a long time.

I already liked Snow White, eyes like I just gave up, and Azrona was as innocently happy as usual.

The day after that, the usual routine was broken as early as that night.

"If you're hunting, say it."

The fury of Nirufal roars.

When it came to what today's collectors did, it was' fishing '.

That night, the collector saw the sand flow through which the sandboat proceeded, associating the river, and threw it from the stern with the appropriate meat that was left in the food backpack on the clear Great Thorn Spider yarn and Dwarf prepared fishing needle wondering if he could catch anything then.

That's how the collector began to paint with the thread dripping.

This desert night is cold. Now it's still about ten degrees below freezing at the mouth of the night, but in the middle of the night it's over fifty degrees below freezing.

Naturally, the ink could not be dissolved in water in such cold weather, and the collector used the "coal" made during the day as it was if he were to paint at night, painting only in its thickness.

He was a collector who was drawing from the stern of a sandboat proceeding through the sand stream, exhaling white breath, but when Azlona, frozen in so cold, dived into the fur on which the collector's feathers were woven, he glanced at the end of the fishing line and the fishing bait was diving deep into the sand stream.

The collector hurries to paint, and when he pulls the fishing line, he returns a heavy feeling.

He was swimming in the sand stream to follow the sandboat even after he ate into the meat. Something finally noticed an anomaly, so he twisted himself in the sand stream and jumped big.

Big mukade, no, "Thousand Years of Legs" painted an S-word in the void, and it floated.

Someday the zodiac is bigger than what the zodiac was eating, so big that it's comparable to the boat the zodiac is in.

Thousands of years of sharp fangs plundered the face of the zodiac, and the zodiac caked his ass a little. Azlona, who was about to be crushed, soon protests, turns his eyes round.

This is out of hand. The collector does not hesitate to blow his finger whistle and immediately tries to interfere with nearby sand currents with stone sperm magic, but it is still heavy.

But if we don't somehow hold back the thousands of years of legs that twist themselves out of the sand stream and storm them with sand, the boats on board will overthrow and annoy the others. That's all we have to avoid.

Even if you want to use ice sperm magic, you can only manipulate 'cold air' here, and it's useless because it doesn't produce ice. Perhaps the absence of water sperm affects it, but it is a blessing for the collector because that is what even the Mido continent does not know, such as the special relationship between water sperm and ice sperm.

The collector uses stone magic to interfere with the sand currents forcefully by passing excessive magic while maximizing physical strengthening and pulling threads, holding back thousands of feet.

As he managed to hold down his tens of thousands of feet jumping or jumping sand currents, Snow White finally appeared, calling him with a finger whistle, sighing at a collector fishing for too much prey in a small boat, but poking his nails at its head for the moment when his tens of thousands of feet jumped small from the sand currents.

- What are you doing?

So Nirufal, who was strangely nervous, rushed there, and thundered the possessor.

The Buryeag men and women work together to dismantle the great tens of thousands of years of legs lying on the deck of the Dane and Ark.

This boat, which goes through the sand stream day and night, both men and women, lived in a system of alternation divided between day and night, and now here we are the men and women of the third and fourth boats, which were today's night shifts.

"If you want to hunt, say it. Eh. It's not too late for anything to happen."

I just fished, I'm about to say, but I'm not mistaken about what Nirufal says. If we were to deal with this muckade, it was right to think of hunting rather than fishing, and it was shallow to think of this sand stream as something close to a normal sea, etc.

"Shh."

The collector's apology was blocked by a great shake and the boat regiment waved heavily.

A collector who suddenly kneels.

- Jamsid.

But Nirufal and the men, and the snow and white, rushed to look at the bow with sharp eyes. The women also leave their tens of thousands of feet about to be dismantled and scatter them to their respective places of residence.

While stunned by the Buryeags who run this unstable scaffold without a thing, the Caveman follows it, too, but his feet are uncertain.

"- Be careful if there's any fallen ones."

The indefinite keeper of his hips on the rocking of the boat runs, similarly speaking to Azlona, who is fluttering in the air beside him. It made no sense for irregular shaking about how to apply physical enhancement.

Looking far away, enemy red lions and snow white collide many times in the air.

All you see is sparkling red and white shocks, shining in darkness at staggered moments.

When the collector immediately realized that he could not reach it, he stopped, forgetting to get drunk on the rocking boat, wondering if anyone had fallen into the sand stream or if anything had hurt him, and began to defy his surroundings.

At first glance at Jamside, the red male lion who stormed the convoy, Snow White loathed and irritated from the bottom of his heart.

Its nasty gaze alone is not much different from that of a keeper when looking at a woman, but the male lion in front of her peels off her lower body desire and stares at her to lick the snow and white. Everything, both the nasty grin that was floating and the inferior lower body, crippled Snow White's eclampsia.

Jamsid growls at the frozen gaze and killing of such snow and white.

- Graaaaaaaaaa.

Nice, nice. Jamsid said, "I'm going to subjugate you." As you can imagine, no, it was more 'female' than I imagined.

Snow white and jamside running one, two steps through the sand stream, nails in the air, and slapping tails.

How with snow and jam sides, you cannot run the sand currents. But with a few steps, it's possible to run to the speed limit, and now the convoys are moving along the desert zone. There was enough scaffolding.

White cold air and reddish lightning strikes collide with each other.

The frozen sand that snow and white are shaking around escapes a thunderbolt, and the crystal of red lotus covering the jamside prevents cold air.

The strength of the blow was jamside, the speed and maneuver were won by snow and white, but the strength was befriending.

Jamsid further deepened his grin at the fact.

The spare time slaves that Basit brought in, it was said, had been shed from the desert at the end of the west, which even Jamshid could not cross, talking about stories that would pass on to the land, about his birth, about his experiences, and about tall warcraft that would be comparable to Jamshid.

At first Jamshid also smiled and heard that the slave in front of him wanted to live but was a fabrication for it, but when he had heard it for days, the appearance of a living and brave white warcraft in the exotic had become visible to him.

Laro was Laro, from what he was born, nervous all over his body talking funny and funny to Jamshid.

Snow White, who was with the Collector, was reacting in such a way that it could be called man himself. If so, would this high-altitude warcraft also have some reaction from listening to the story? If we pick up that reaction and choose an interesting story, can we survive?

Laro thought so and spoke from one end to the other.

I was also fortunate to be unhappy that I didn't have a verbal problem. Only Basit could speak with magic equipment in this land, but this high-ranking warcraft named Jamshid is not a language, he reads his will to pass it on. There was no inconvenience.

After a few days of talking, I could grasp something like Jamside's habit.

It was more understandable than people. Of course, I can't be alarmed because just one wave of those nails will make Laro's head and torso cry apart.

The one that Jamsid was most interested in was Snow White, the same high-ranking warcraft.

Jamsid understands people's worlds and has a strong interest, but it was a terribly cold one. But there, it seemed no wonder that there was a mix of snow and white that seemed to be equal to me, moving my ears and tails unconsciously every time I came to the conversation.

So I told him there might be snow and white coming in this desert.

The Founding Fathers died in ruins. I don't care what you say. No, even if he were alive, he shouldn't have hesitated to talk about this. I can't live or die in Setouchi about people.

I had no hesitation with Laro.

Talking about Snow White that way, Jamsid's ears move tingly and he wakes up suddenly.

Did something happen, Laro floats his back, but Jamsid ignores it and jumps off the tent.

I didn't touch the upscale.

Laro drops his floating hips and exhales with great relief.

"- I'll let you know what I told Master Jamside."

To the voice of an unfavourable chief, Laro once again tightened his mind.

He said he was still on the dead line.

Jamshid, who was enjoying the killing with Snow White, notices signs of the Buryeag tribe as he is getting his attitude in order, snorts just because he is intrigued, offering his killings.

I wasn't willing to keep fighting in this situation, no matter how unpleasant Jamshid was, even as a snow white...

She licked her cheeks.

It was a snuggly lick, as if you were going to mark me as mine.

The air bursts.

Snow white pulled Jamside's cheek with its long tail. Besides frozen chi.

Snow White was licked and Jamshid was beaten to the cheek, which was just a flash of difference between the two. There was no alarm for each other, and he was a stranger, a handful in the invisible rush that was going to cut up the battle.

The tail blow was a force that wouldn't be strange if the treasurer had a blow up from the neck, not a raw, gentle blow of a woman's flat hand, etc., but it seems to have been to that extent for Jamshid, licking one of his bumped and frozen cheeks with a long tongue, melting the ice with a bright red tongue and nibbling.

I was caught in a gap that didn't even seem like a gap. He turned his back, shaking his tail loosely, similar to the crimson crystal, as he said he liked it more and more, besides it seemed delightful.

- Gruffle.

I'll make sure you get my baby pregnant.

When it came to discarding dialogue, he learned disturbing roars, and Snow White felt a bottom-cold rage. Neither the inferior will conveyed, nor the unpleasant feeling of the tongue, nor its nasty grin, was so unpleasant, unpleasant and physiologically accepting that its very existence was so upside down the whole body hair.

He connected the convoys in an urgent manner, and also picked up those who were about to fall into the sand stream.

The men of the Buryeag, and the keepers, tried to go to the cover of the snow and white, but when the Buryeags pulled out their swords, and the keepers tried to unleash spiritual magic, Jamshid flipped himself and left slowly.

I wonder how bad it is to join a thousand Buryeags and even a spellman in addition to snow and white when it comes to jamsides, everyone thought so.

But only Snow White rubbed his cheek on the collector as he descended into the boat regiment without sound or vibration, fed up with coming back.

"... rub it into some sand."

Even if the collector says so, Yada, he won't stop acting. I really don't like the saliva on the jamside and its smell.

"- Thank you for treating the wounded. But your reckless behavior will greatly affect this case."

That's what Nirufal pointed out when he finished first-aid or reconnecting the destroyed sandboat and treating the wounded. Normally I wouldn't say this publicly, but I felt the collector was still looking sweetly at this desert.

"About what?

"That's a blood-crystalline lion (Solarn). His name is Jamshid. The Guardian Warcraft of the Arwala tribe that dominates the Northern Desert."

The treasurer, who was listening to the Guardian Warcraft from Farood, breathes there.

"I don't know where you sniffed it or why. but at least we can't ask them about this one."

Retaliation for the looting and obstruction caused by the collectors the other day, if they say so, the great name is in the Alwara tribe.

Nirufal glances up at the treasurer with his drooling eyes closed, but was punctuated by the reaction of the next treasurer.

"... sorry"

Once again, the collector apologized for the other day's looting and obstruction, as well as the unauthorized fishing.

Nirufal was drained of poison by the honest apology of the collector, who usually reasoned to say what it was.

To the attitude of its treasurers, no other Buryeag tribe put their objections to the treasurers on the table. Relations with the Arwala are not good in the first place. If all of this raid was because of the collectors, there were parts of it that I couldn't say enough. The Collector's actions were never praiseworthy, but that's why he wasn't willing to push everything against a traveler who knew nothing.

"- Going along the desert for a while. Don't fail to be vigilant."

The men responded to Nirufal's decree, and the sandboat regained its serenity again.

It was the morning after that.

Not long before the women began their chores, the collector was at the stern of the given canoe. Dressed in complete gear, there is also snow white and azrona beside.

- Let's go.

When the collector said so, Snow White and Azrona nodded as well.

Sailing along the desert, which was to allow jamside raids last night, but if this happened, it would have been convenient for the collectors.

The collector strokes one snow white and then tries to get on its back.

- Where are you going?

Nirufal spoke up there. There is also Farood by the side.

"... wherever you go. Anything, you're free to leave, right?

"I heard where you were going."

Nirufal stares at the collector as he asks for his sincerity. Fallud, next door, had the same eyes.

The collector replied, thinking about things that he didn't even want to do, such as being similar if arranged in this way.

"Find the right oasis somewhere."

"There's nothing like that. Wherever we go from here, we will be involved with the Arwala. It's the same everywhere you go."

"Escape appropriately -"

"- Are you going to fight them?

Nirufal said away, blocking the words of the treasurer.

Speaking of cutting the front and leaving, the Buryeags might stop. So this is how I tried to sneak out.

But now that it's over for nothing, the collector told me why he didn't have to hide it.

"Hi. I'm not even going to get used to this desert. I promised cheaply that if I let him in, I would follow him, but he was wrong. I'm sorry. Being here annoys me. I don't see slavery as a thing, and if someone is being beaten in front of me, or a thief, I want to stop it. I'm not saying anything for the record, it's too unethical."

I couldn't have been a collector to throw it away. Because I have power, not. Whether powerful or not, the collectors were not allowed to plunder or treat the objects of slaves. Even pretending not to look at it.

Or if the act is on the verge of impeccable life or death, it could have been acquiesced in like a self-defense murder, but there's obviously a mixture of things that aren't, so it can't be tolerated either.

"So we fight the Arwala," he said?

"I don't want to, but now that I've done something, that would be the muscle. You guys have nothing to do with this. This is my problem, and if you keep it that way, it won't bother you anymore."

There was no chance of winning, but it seemed like the only way to do so.

"- No. I can't help what I know creates a feud. Besides, it was caused by you, the traveler, and we only arbitrated it. It's more a matter of getting things happening with the Alvaras now than it is of taking the body that protected you in the sandboat after that."

pacifism in accordance with the reality of this desert, but there is no way that the Buryeag tribe should allow the outrage of the collectors.

The collector thinks for a while that he hadn't thought enough yet.

"- Okay. Then get me off where I don't bother you."

"... what are you going to do with the water. Most oases are dominated by other tribes. If we are to use it, we must obey the code of that tribe. Then in the end, it's the same thing."

Being a regular resident of the Oasis doesn't mean you're free to fight back. If they are plundered by the Arwala, they may have to be spoiled and subjected to it because of their power.

"... I didn't want any trouble, but the three of us three months of water and food have magic equipment that we can store. So unload me where the Alvaras can't reach me, on the way to the sandboat. I don't have to have an oasis, but I need a place to live. If that's possible, I might as well go along the coast."

That way, we'll build a reservoir there and get it replenished by the sandboat we've been patrolling. In the unlikely event, withstand with food backpack water or somehow extract water from sea water. Food is supplemented by hunting and fishing.

You have to send it to me. I can't even get there, but all this has to do is sweeten up to the Buryeags.

"... I have some idea, are you serious? The beast of the sea can't even reach us, and it's not like we can sail through the desert."

"I can't go west, and I have a problem going to the Alwala tribe. Then this is the only way."

With no sand currents at the end of the west and dragon species and giant soldiers trekking, the Buryeag cannot go ahead either. The east had to pass through the dominion of the Arwala tribe, and even if it crossed there, it was the realm of the devil dragon. And to the north is the dominion of the Arwala tribe, then only to the south.

The reality of this desert was painful with the onslaught of Jamshid.

But that's why I can't tolerate customs that should also be called habits. I have feelings about Nirufal's inability to keep his word, but that is why I cannot overlook those who are about to be beaten and deprived in front of me. Tomorrow is our day. There's no way I can live in peace or anything like that.

But if you let me through, the Buryeags will be annoyed. No, it took me now.

Then we have no choice but to move away from the Buryeag tribe and put ourselves in a position that is up to us to live or die.

It is evil that he was treading on two feet on the harshness of a completely strange land and environment. As usual, it was the most right thing to do.

"... ok. But we can't go south in the sand currents this time of year. It's a while away to rendezvous with the other convoys on the ocean side. In the meantime, enjoy being a guest."

"- That depends on the circumstances. But I won't make the same mistake twice."

Nirufal looks indescribable, although the collector said so in order not to know what kind of habits await him.

"... ok. I'm not treating you like a guest anymore. Starting tomorrow, under my control, I want you to work with me. So I will break this ship's code from scratch."

"- Where have you been?

Chieftain Basit, while saying so, gave up, as usual, that there was no response.

However, I am surprised that the terminal reply that it is for wild use resonated in the back of my brain.

It was only then that Jamsid dived into his usual tent and began to take a nap, but strangely in a good mood the two men who had been summoned to Basit looked suspicious.

"I think I found your favorite toy."

When I heard the details of the story from Laro, Basit, who roughly anticipated what had happened, said so and explained it in detail. I can do what's best if you tell me everything, but there's no way Jamshid would politely say that.

"What would you guys do?

Basit considered either of these two men his successor. It is usually impossible for a sheikh to ask his opinion of those below him, even though he is his son, unless he tries it.

The seat of the chief is not promised because he is the eldest son. The only advantage at best is that I was able to move out as soon as I was born first.

"If you can contain that guardian warcraft to Master Jamshid, all you have to do is defeat the Buryeag tribe with us. If the Guardian Warcraft is not involved, it will be even easier."

My oldest son, Mahmoud, gives a hard opinion like him, but my second son, Haitham, was different.

"I don't need to rush it either, so I think it's a good idea to take a look at things for a while. We still don't know what kind of relationship the travelers have with the Buryeags, and we don't know what's going on even if we push the force. I think you should consider that the Guardian Warcraft has considerable power to observe from how Master Jamshid is back. If you poke at me inadvertently and put your hands together with the Buryeags, you'll be in trouble."

Basit stared at them both.

If you deduce from the story of plunder obstruction and slavery, and from the appearance of Jamshid, Hytham is right.

Assuming that Jamshid and the White Guardian Warcraft possess the same degree of power, the Alwara will eliminate the advantage of Jamshid. Then it becomes the same as the previous power relationship. I can't get my hands on the detour.

Given that, Jamside's raid may have been a bad idea, but there's no way they could have stopped Jamside.

But I couldn't even deny Mahmoud's opinion. Many of the Alwara men are just as bloody as the Mahmoud, and their hipster judgment is not easy to make.

"- Okay. As far as the Buryeags are concerned. High Sam, proceed as planned with the ritual of marriage. And the Mahmoud let the men plunder..."

Highsome, my second son, is being heavily used.

Mahmoud was in a hurry for that fact.

Mahmoud was not exposed to losing by force, and as small as Highsome was, he thought he was better.

But in fact, his father uses highsums heavily. As always with regard to the judgment on the Buryeag tribe, that is, he took the opinion of Heitham.

- Damn it, why?

Mahmoud kicked the slave woman he was holding and drank up a liquor cup with egg milk liquor.

The man is in tune with his opinion.

Mahmoud barfed his liquor-smelling breath roughly, saying he shouldn't be mistaken.

- You're the next chief.

Suddenly, a powerful voice roars all over my heart.

"Who is it?"

Even if you jump out of your bunk and look around, only a slave woman frightened by the Mahmoud is there.

"Take the bride. A new companion, further power '

I didn't know what words meant to Mahmoud, but I guessed who that voice was.

- Thank you, Jamsid.

Shouting so, Mahmoud weaved his fur and jumped the tent.

Ahead he is the source of Lidwan, the youngest son of Basit. I was going to let you decipher the meaning of that word because it's not as good as Haitham's but wisdom turns.

The distant lidwan of age is a muffled waist wipe. As a result, he lovingly welcomed his brother even when he woke up late at night sleeping.

Lidwan is only fifteen, has weak arms, and is not as wise as Highsome. For that reason he had given up early on becoming his successor and put his shoulders in the Mahmoud, his brother-in-law of the same belly. There was also an arithmetic that if Mahmoud was the opponent, he could plunder the good places beside him.

"… perhaps, I sometimes think. But don't get mad at me for making a mistake, okay?

When Mahmoud replied that he was still uncomfortable, Lidwan began to explain, as Mahmoud could see.

'Have fun dancing at best. I'll keep you alive while you're entertaining me. "

So for the first time ever, directly bathed in Jamshid's will, Laro falls into the mood as if life itself were also being rolled over his palm.

What Laro heard, and what Mahmoud heard, was Jamshid's will.

Yes, it was just a jamside play, such as a contract, and I could tell anyone if I wanted to. But then, if it's not funny, I was just enjoying the reaction by saying it was a contract for the chosen one.

Jamsid, like Snow White, is a high-ranking warcraft who learns and understands man's society.

But unlike Snow White, who chose to live with his collectors, Jamsid deliberately built a complex society about the Alwala tribes, where he looked down on them as delighted and worried dwarfs.

There is only so much that I think I will do in my spare time so that when a child waters down into an ant's nest for play and places a piece of sugar as an application at times.

But some of them were useful for the nest of such ants and for the extent of their servants, which made it easier for them to stay out of the world. The territory spreads on its own, and it manages it. He also liked the tent he spread over the oasis, and the fuzzy carpet. Milk egg wine made from fat meat and tumor lizard eggs that are not in the wild is also good.

It wasn't just people that Jamshid loved, it was just things that people created.

However, he was a jamsid who enjoyed such a lazy life, but was concerned about the existence of snow white.

I was attracted to listening to slaves, to listening to Basit, and I thought you weren't going, and there you were. The moment I saw it, I wanted to get pregnant.

But in this assault, I understood that just fighting and winning would not yield Snow White. I had that temper, to observe from the story of slaves, from the reaction when they attacked the Baryeag boat, that they would not obey the one they did not like, even if they died.

I think that's a good idea, but then the question is how to subdue it.

It is not a hobby to stir up the Arwala tribe and cause havoc. That's why I didn't even talk to Bath It in detail.

If Jamsid gets serious in the first place, that stuff can happen easily. But you can't get snow and white in a big mess. You'll be fighting, but that's all. Like some crazy people, I had no taste in raping the dead.

We need to set the stage and win on it. We can only direct ourselves to yield, like a duel, for example, in self-restraint.

Jamsid noticed, oh. That's why there's such a thing as a duel. Fight and the winner gets it all. Then the dwarfs created a duel to break the knees of the unyielding.

That's how Jamsid maintained his current life, while contemplating how he could get the snow and white, and for now he tried to stir up the muffled mood.

I don't know how it will fall, but if it fails, then I can enjoy the Arwala uproar. If you succeed, you can make money.

It was a terribly cumbersome and cumbersome thing, but it was also a way of enjoying people's society.

If you have to, you can destroy it, and if you do, you can enjoy some failures.

Laro, frightened by such jamsides, was still observing. Words and culture were learned by ears.

I officially became a servant of Jamshid and no longer serve as a sex slave, but I have to be near a tyrant named Jamshid all day.

Being with someone whose back is itchy and irritating, etc. can kill is not much different than being a sex slave.

Laro's resentment was definitely getting bigger, but now he can't move.

But someday.

With that in mind, Laro had a breathless day.