Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

At last, under the control of Nirufal, who had abandoned the attitude of welcoming his guests politely, the collector was to be planted with the code while working.

Even as a collector, the Guest life of a raised meal is painful, and working itself is perfectly fine. In this way, instead of the cold wind, it is similar to the work of security to exercise night vigilance in the wind that is about to cut off your skin.

But I was free.

The sandboat is proceeding on a sand stream. You don't have to see the direction of travel at midnight on the crescent moon, or even sit on a reef if you don't get the sand currents wrong to ride. The collectors don't have the skills to maneuver ships, so when it comes to doing it, all they had to do was be wary of the warcraft that strikes them and the barbarians that occasionally appear.

……

The Collector is fought around the sandboat with dark and stone magic, and wind magic that he is not very good at. I was painting on that one hassle.

It's just a difficulty to skip and look like you're painting from the other person's point of view, and Nirufal might have scolded you if it hadn't been explained by the collector beforehand.

From a collector's point of view, we don't have a night's eye that flattens out the darkness of the desert, which is only about moonlight, like the Buryeags, so we can't help it.

Most of all, you're stealing Nirufal's side just because you're free, so you never even look like a work enthusiast.

"... why don't you just kick me out?

The collector was a little interested and asked.

I was aware that if I were not so much a bomb, it would be troublesome for the Buryeag to protect Anahita.

"... promised to forgive me for my first mistake. I did promise not to look at the loot and pretend not to, but I must also forgive the mistake of breaking my promise for the first time.... Besides, it's outrageous when it comes to outrageous from the edges to see looting and pretend not to see it, you can never put your chest up. I can tell if I look at you. There was a high ethic in the land outside the west where you lived. This place will look barbaric."

Forgive me for the mistake of the first time, but it doesn't mean I won't scold you. To keep him from doing the same thing twice, Nirufal had made the hit stronger on the collector.

Nirufal doesn't know, such as if that was the right way to put it. Whatever the difference between not publicly scolding the same Buryeag men in public, he says it in a strong tone to imitate other men and fathers. To be not licked by a man opponent.

In the words of Nirufal, the treasurer looked like he had chewed up a bitter worm.

"... I don't think it makes so much difference if you peel it. Not really, you don't have to beautify the land in the west"

"Right."

The collector asks another thing he was concerned about.

"Why are you so tingly?

This was also the case when the collectors fished without permission, but the Buryeags are particularly vigilant at night. Of course I know what it means for people to be vigilant at night, but it was a little unnatural with all this hand work.

"... more than two thousand years ago we were nomads. If they looted it, they were dealing with slaves too. It seemed that he had tried to take charge of Master Anahita and rule this desert, as the Alwala people do today, or, conversely, lived without any involvement with any other tribe at all. But it was the 'night' that would happen in all times. He is more or less an anahita who can defend himself during the day, but his power freezes at night. Helpless. I was attacked by other tribes, barbarians, and warcraft, aiming at that time. In the meantime, it would have been night for Jamshid to have attacked"

Anahita couldn't get the water out at night so the water would freeze.

"So we fear the night. - I'm going on a little tour. Don't be lazy, okay?

I'm convinced that's what the collector means, and I drop Nirufal off.

And staring into the darkness from time to time again, as I painted vigilantly at the bow, whenever I did, a few men stood behind me.

But he didn't say anything, just staring at the collector with his unique strong eyes from under the robe he wore in the depths of his eyes.

"- What can I do for you?

Not surprisingly, when the collector asked, one of the men opened his mouth as he had decided to.

"- Yes, I want you to paint"

The collector, relieved inside, showed the painting, wondering if he was angry at the tendency to break the code or if he would be involved because of his poor way of being alert.

"You want a painting like this?

"- No, no, no, no."

I was quick to point out that you were talking about it because it was between men, and I showed a few pictures of a fictional woman with a lot of skin exposure, but just a glimpse of it, the men get all together and drool their nosebleeds, distracting them. Besides, it is catastrophic because some of the nosebleeds that I put out freeze and fall apart.

"... I want you to paint a picture of the pardon. When you're living a normal life, fine."

If people react like this in a painting where they are only seeing a little bit of their chest, the collector feels as if he has gone color crazy.

"... give me the name of the pardon dowry. I'll see about that later. Is there anything that might touch the code?

When the collector noticed Nirufal returning from the patrol early and glanced at you, the men answered hastily that it would be fine if they saw him doing his chores from afar, and left.

"- Whoa, what's your name... well, okay. Show me the picture of forgiveness and you'll see.... So, is there a problem?

Nirufal then shook his head lightly to the side.

"Draw him. I know how they feel."

Nirufal has also lost his wife and parents. The thought that I might die tomorrow was something that was always in my mind somewhere.

"- But I won't tolerate a pretty painting."

"Code?

When the collector grinned and asked back, Nirufal answered with a wrinkle between his brows.

"It's a matter of character. It's not something you deny, but it's not something you can publicly either. First, what do you think people forgive their wives for?"

When the treasurer replied raw, Nirufal tried to say something more, but the treasurer blocked him.

"- No, Anahita, you won't be able to get water out at night, will you? Can you manipulate the water you left out?

"If only the water that Master Anahita had served. So hot water is always ready during the night."

That amount of water is never much, and hot water cools and freezes as soon as it touches the desert night air.

"How's the booze?

"... and the liquor freezes"

"No, it's more alcoholic, alcoholic liquor. The one that can also be used to disinfect wounds so that if you swallow it, your throat can burn. If you repeat the distillation, you can do it."

The higher the alcohol content, the lower the freezing temperature. Vodka and others were considered good for drinking in the freezer in a loose state.

"... distillation?... is that true? But alcoholic liquor. I've heard that it can be manipulated… No, if it's made with Anahita water…"

Nirufal was only seriously beginning to consider the collector's proposal at any time.

Then it was not to the knowledge of the zodiac whether Anahita's ability to fight at night had improved, but most of the men had come to have the zodiac's painted picture of forgiveness.

Recently, the women have also asked me to paint a picture of forgiveness, a painting of a man. I wasn't willing to draw a man, but there's no way I could turn him down because a beautiful dark elf dyes his cheeks to shame and begs. More importantly, I wanted to return the inconvenience for something. That's why I suggested high alcohol.

"Heh, you're good. I mean, if you're an oasis, you're gonna be able to eat with it, right?

In the meantime, there was one Maryam who glanced at the obvious without any sign of dyeing his cheeks.

"Are you all right?

"Me? I'm not allowed to marry."

"Heh. I don't have a daughter-in-law."

Maryam and Farood were in a light-hearted relationship. I don't care if the collector says a few rude things or anything.

"Pfft, I'm a trump card when I have to."

A collector looks up and sees Maryam with a strange face, but Maryam says nothing more and, as usual, starts playing with Azrona.

The collector wonders, but when he starts painting a man as he's about to throw up blood reflexes again, suddenly, his crust is about to be stripped by a dust-mixed gust. On the contrary, the boat regiment itself was rocked to the side to a large extent.

I portray each marriage on a crust scraped out about half of my palm, but I can't wait to be stripped of that I drew because of it, when the sailor is panicking as the boat rocks.

"... Oh, it's Sand Dragon (Bihak) to Sand King (Biyasha). It's a long way away, it's okay."

Even if I pinch Azrona's face with my hand, Maryam says so all the time, looking far away.

A giant warrior made of exquisite sand was undergoing a rampage of loess western dragons with degenerate little wings. Surrounded by tsunami-like sand, roaring sandstorms raging around.

It only looks like something like rice grains to the collector, but when I looked at it, the snow white tail was upside down and swollen.

On second thought, there is so much influence at a distance that can only be seen as much as rice grains, so the strength of natural calamity classes of warcraft beyond the curse of high-altitude warcraft and so on is extrapolated.

A gust of wind blows over and over again, plundering the sand mixed in it.

Then he broke through the barrier and a scratch ran on the cheek of the collector.

Seeing as it is, Maryam has already worn his robe deep in his eyes and hid Azrona in his robe.

The collector hastily weaves his jacket, forgetting his wound healing as well, but after Snow White stared at such a collector's cheek, he licked one.

Leaning his neck at the incredible behavior, the Collector continued to wait still enduring the end of the clash of untouchable warcraft.

In the meantime, the boat regiment endured a sandstorm of horizontal ravens, while entering a place where rocks similar to giant piles protruded, and the men threw chained anchors at the surrounding rocks. I stabbed him. So I anchored the boat and withstand the sandstorm.

Every time a gust of wind blows, the convoy rocks diagonally.

Within repeating it over and over again, the sailor was likely to develop seasickness, but by then the sandstorm had also stopped.

That is how when the battle of the warcraft beyond people's knowledge is over, the man runs on the chain, pulls an anchor out of his rocky skin and takes it on his shoulder, from which he jumps greatly and returns to the flotilla.

In addition, he manipulates the boat under the decree of the bow, sometimes also using separation, to overcome the steep rocky zone that protrudes into the sand currents.

In its brilliant appearance, the collector also forgot to paint, and saw it.

Next to it, Azlona rounds her eyes in the same way, and she has those eyes that Snow White has to do.

After a while, the boat regiment lay on a certain rock wall.

The giant rock walls had holes, by the way, and it was one of them that the convoys laid across.

"... let's go"

Farood picked me up on the boat of the treasurer.

"What is this place?

"... it's a duoff hideout"

You think a dough is a family that specializes in blacksmiths and craftsmanship?

Nirufal, who was rarely here with me, continued the conversation.

"I'm here to make you booze"

"By booze, do you mean Anahita's?

"Yes."

No matter how you live in the sandboat from birth to death, it's not like the Buryeags can do anything, and if it's an unknown thing called alcoholic liquor, you have to rely on experts on that path.

"And this."

Nirufal offers the collector a large axe with a pattern of melted bamboo. It was taken back from the ruins by the collectors and given to Nirufal as a consideration to help them.

"No, it's..."

"If you're going down this boat, it's excessive. Besides, I just came to Duoff. Have a look."

The collector thought for a moment, then asked Snow White to receive the axe, and pressed the sachet with the gold grain onto Nirufal.

"What is this... eh"

Nirufal, who saw the contents of the sachet, breathes for some reason. The neighbor Farood seemed surprised, too.

As a collector, I gave all the gold grains I had left in consideration for the trouble. There are no official currencies on this side of the coin, bartering or trading in things like gold, silver, torso, life stone, treasure, so at least instead of the big axe, it was meant.

"... ok. But half is fine."

"No, that won't be a big deal, then."

"This is pure gold (Tara). Not Amber Gold."

Nirufal explained to the keeper, who was proper to the words he was unfamiliar with.

"Most of the gold in this land has a tint of color. Rugged mixes, amber mixes, pure gold can only be obtained in the trials of the gods. Not only is it treated as a treasure, but it is also enough to be used for magic equipment. This is too much."

The trials of the gods are ruins to the knowledge of the treasurer.

"Heh."

The collector took a glimpse of the returned pure gold and then put it into his nostalgia again without creation.

"Bye. I'll be staying here for a while. You should have your brother look at the weapon at the dough he's close to.... doesn't look very well maintained. It will still be ahead of us, but there are no blacksmiths or anything else on the land near the sea. Be ready now."

It's no exaggeration when it comes to amateurs. Nirufal said so after taking a glimpse of the hammers and boomerang swords on the big nails taken care of by the collector, and left.

The collector and Farood enter into a limp rock wall. Snow White and Azrona are also accompanied this time, but a gentle breeze leaking through the hole in the rock wall is what we are looking for.

Inside the rock walls are intricately intertwined, with no lights. The collector was moving forward because he lay his hands on snow and white at night.

After a short walk, I go out to an open place. Little light there, too, but only one lamp-shaped magic fixture emitted a bluish light, illuminating a spacious workbench.

"- Long time no see, Fall. How's the sword? Look, don't look so fast."

From the hole that was in the back, the formidable old man showed himself, and the greeting hurried Farood there as well.

Skin is gray, hair and beard that is no longer integrated are white. He was only as tall as the chest of a collector and at first glance looked like a Green Devil (Goblin), but unlike the Green Devil, his body was disappointed as a mass of iron, and his eyes could see a familiarity with the fal.

Farood gives the old man the sword he was carrying and introduces the collector.

"... it's a client's clan. Streamers outside the west, apparently. That's Snow White and Azlona."

More Farood tried to go on, but an old man from the Dough, who had lightly deposited his sword, blocked it.

"- If Nushi leaves it to me, the furnace fire will fall. I'm not Douglas.... Looks like Nushi has some pretty funny stuff too. Let me see which one, oh, and the armor of the flying dragon and the bracelet of the big cat."

Greetings go to Douglas, who asks for the equipment of the collectors there, and the collectors only look at Farood, who just says what to do, but Farood likes it.

Give it up, it seems.

The collectors handed the gear over to Douglas, saying it didn't look like it would be stolen for now. Snow White and others seemed grumpy when they said they were big cats and so on, but reluctant to get their bodies off their limp rock skin, they took off their bracelets for good and placed the big axe on the workbench.

"... Farood, you raised your arm. This is, uh, the ice immortal... no, whose work is it? This isn't from the trials, it's brilliant. This one... is it just armor? But the quality is good. This in the bracelet...... red, or a mixed soul stone? Of courtesy."

When Douglas pulls into the back of the workbench, he glances over the received weapon and leaks himself.

Incidentally, the Ice Immortal refers to a monster (monster), which was not yet distinguished from the undead in this land. Sacred petition magic existed that could defeat monsters, making them monsters or undead and physically destroying them using Sacred Petition magic were the main countermeasures.

"... good arm. Don't worry about it."

Farood tells me that's how worried he seemed, but what bothered the collector was something else.

"- Were there others out west who looked very similar to the eagles?

Douglas says things as if he had read the hearts of the collectors, keeping his face up from the weapon.

"Well. It's a Dwarf race over there, but I took good care of it."

There were all sorts of things to look after and be paid for in front of the gate, such as the Gorbald and his wife in the Kingdom of Rattana and the Dwarf blacksmith who was in Marnova, but Douglas felt like they were alike.

"Our distant ancestors were led by the Black Wise King to flow more than the end of the west. So did the Buryeags and the Alvaras."

The collector didn't realize the name Black Wise King, but he put his thoughts to the 'myths' and 'history' of this world he had previously examined on the Mid Continent.

Ten thousand years ago, led by the sun god Sandra, Mido the brave defeated the demon king and then united the continent to become king.

The wise man who defeated the Demon King together made a country and watched to keep the Demon King from being resurrected.

Up to this point, it was a 'myth'.

But perhaps the truth was that the Black Wise King and the brave men fought, and it was the Black Wise King who broke into it. Haven't the Black Wise King finally reached this point after losing east, crossing the desert?

In order to enhance his own legitimacy, the king of the Mido continent at the time demeaned the Black Wise King as the Demon King, and some elves and dwarves who followed the Black Wise King likewise wore the stigma Dark Elves, Dark Dwarves.

I had never heard of Dark Dwarves and other collectors, but if the winner had made history, that might have happened, the collectors inflated their delusions.

"So, where did you go with that Black Wise King? Did you even build a dynasty here?

"No, I'm telling you I went further east. We are defectors. He suddenly lost his power one day and stayed in the land on his own, saying it was no good to be the burden of King Kuro-hsien."

"Power?"

"The Buryeags cast a spell, the Arwala lost their bodies, and we lost our light and our ears."

It seems that the dough burns when it shines in the sun. Looking at Douglas doesn't even look like a dwarf albino, but the facts are in the darkness of history.

Besides, I got another eye instead of my ear.

Ears are probably "mineral whispers," which are Dwarf's pedigree properties.

"- All right, Fall's better off. But Nushi needs to talk a little. Let's start with this big axe. What do you want to do?

The collector doesn't know what he's talking about.

"What. You want me to mess with this big axe, don't you?

When asked in detail, apparently, the dough can modify the magic fixture.

It is not considered possible to modify natural magic fixtures on the Mido continent. It was said that it might be possible to analyze the natural magic fixture, make it autonomous magic, and make it even more magical, but the modification was entirely impossible.

Apparently, instead of losing the 'mineral whisper', the doughs developed a technique to modify the magic fixture, so the collector lost words to the situation.

"What, the ones in the west don't even mess with magic equipment?... Speaking of which, they've discovered this technology in the last 5,000 years or so."

Douglas puts up his chest with a hunch. Again, Dwarf, I hear your pride in technology is twice as high as yours.

"So, what are you gonna do?"

"... What power does this great axe have?

"Mm-hmm. This isn't a mad warrior's axe. Until the skeletons on this surface die, even if they die, they still move the user's body. And the more you wield, the more powerful it becomes. Don't worry, I'm not cursed."

"... is that true?

"If I were cursed, I'd have lost my sanity and slapped this axe on your lords by now."

They had already activated it themselves.

The collector thought for a while before proposing.

"Can't you do something about Azlona's armor?

Exactly. You didn't have the idea of a big axe for armor, Douglas rounds his eyes.

"This armor... what is this?

Douglas tilts his neck at the part that externalizes the wheel on Azlona's belly armor.

"I don't have legs, as you can see. That's why you rub your stomach even if you're walking. So I made my belly armor, and then I put on the wheel. And Azlona doesn't like to fly, she's good at swimming. It's also poison resistant and uses a combination technique."

When the collector said so, Douglas must have tightened his expression and stared at Azlona.

With a frightening shivering face and intense gaze, Azlona hips back, but at no time does the snowy white tail that was sneaking behind her allow her to retreat.

Douglas grabbed at me and gave me that verse of Azlona with his hips pulling over. I stood with my thick fingers.

Whether it's a mutant species or not, Fei Long is a Fei Long. Even with a somewhat forceful finger, it doesn't hurt, rather the hardened fingers of the douglas seem to tickle similar to rubbery brushes, and the gnaw turns itself around.

"Why don't you make me grow up?"

But Douglas' hand is a strange twist for Azrona, who runs away like a eel.

Douglas roared for a while and was about to fight Azlona, who turned into a eel.

"... I don't like flying, I'm good at swimming, and even combing skills. Damn it, do your ancestors want to try the eagle?... but funny. I'll do it. It doesn't matter if you give it a little."

When Douglas, who managed to finish his palpation, said so with a twinkling grin from the Mad Scientist, the collector just at the last word also became anxious.

"No, I have trouble giving it away."

"In the Aya of the Word... maybe. But poor flying dragons is a must, isn't it? But then you add and subtract..."

That's not what happened. However, I felt that the focus on aiding the flight was good. The collector also comes up with an idea.

"Can't you turn excessive minutes over the wheel?

"Oh, then don't let the skeletons disperse their power either. But then it's only straight ahead..."

It's like a rocket flying into space or a drag car thrusting at the speed of a straight line.

"... well, let's just go straight ahead first"

I was surprised Azrona to hear such a zodiac grunt, what the hell, but even the zodiac and snow white agreed, and there was no escape.

"- So, one more thing. Who made this?

Douglas pointed to Fei Long's double shield.

"The shield asked a leather protective equipment craftsman, but that night the craftsman created it, apparently, the Spirit put his hand on it. The others were made by ordinary craftsmen."

"Spirit?... Don't you mean coincidence at last?

When the collector nodded, Douglas gripped his beard satisfactorily.

"If anyone ever made something so honest, I'd have to go out of business. So, there's still room for this, huh?

I don't know what it means to afford it. No, they say monster shields can't be created in people's hands in the first place. Of course, I can't even put my hands on it.

"Because the eagles have 'eyes'. Sure you can't create it, but you can apply your hand. Well, what if this can't be done outside the west, too?

Douglas laughed delightfully.

Duoff kept the monster's shield as the monster's shield and was able to modify it. Because culture is an undeveloped land, but it is harsh, we tried to do something with only what we have today, and we made an extreme effort to modify it.

"So, what do we do? I can do anything with good quality Warcraft material and a little metal. I just don't know if I can modify it as planned."

The collector thought for a moment before pulling out the hammer of the big claw, the triple demon gun and giving it to him. Other materials for the decomposed methyl and snow and white claws of double-headed iron turtles obtained in Longhua country, as well as Azrona's replaced scales and red lotus flying dragons, will also be given out.

The hammer can only be handled so well as to shake it down in the first place, and it is not well handled to use a large nail in the arm. You don't have to hang around forever where you turned it into a triple demon gun and show your engagement with the brave.

"Now... oh, and then"

In addition to that, I took out a sachet of gold grains.

As soon as I do, Douglas's eyes open with excitement. The housekeeper asks about the reaction.

"Hey, what's amber gold?

"Amber gold is gold with a mixture of amber and, finally, lightning properties, and there are other types of jade gold (Yashra) with a mixture of ice properties and wind properties. Seems different outside the west to see the Lord's reaction, but pure gold is the least and most valuable around here. That's all you need to buy a blood-borne tumor lizard or a hairy long-bird female."

Given that I gave half to Nirufal and have been using just a little before that, the gold grain I got from Ziva would have been quite a sum here.

"Pure gold is nothing more than a catalyst for snails. Let me also use a little soul stone with a mixed color of the bracelet. And then you can use this big axe."

A soul stone is a lifestone called the Mid Continent.

"The Great Axe will be used for Azlona."

"The inner power. But I'll take the outside. Don't waste it."

Douglas talks about the completion prediction map that can be made when everything is mixed up in that way, and the keeper adds hope there.

"... but at the end of the day, it depends on this shield. Immortals eat people, but so do the weapons of immortals. Eat ingredients and take them in on your own. Non just needs a little help with that."

The shield of the treasurer has already been eaten once, so the next will be the last modification, he said.

"So, how much?

"Give me the rest of my pure gold."

Douglas narrowed his eyes a little when he instantly replied that the collector had figured it out.

What fools do, such as buy in words, that is the common sense of this desert. I wasn't even willing to put an extrajudicial price on it as a dough off hold, but I was only raising the value for its common sense. Thus Douglas seemed to be more upset and shaped like a stare.

The collector tells me that he did something to Douglas's reaction again.

"... because we can't modify the magic equipment or the monster's shield over there anyway. If you can do that, no problem... if you can, it would help if you could leave me with a grain or so"

I just had some thoughts that I might need something from now on, and I had no intention of rushing.

"Okay."

In about a dozen days the new shield of the collector and the armor of Azlona were completed.

The raised new armor is named 'Red Bone's (Metheor) Assault Armor (-Gerett)' by Douglas, and soon Azlona, wearing it, begins to fly again as the collectors watch over the sandboat.

As Azlona keeps winging awkwardly, a slightly translucent skeleton appears on and grins.

- Ugh?

Skeletons were familiar in Ziva. Azlona tilts her neck, but skeletons only smile.

And along with the zodiac's signal, Azlona activated its function, winging it several times -.

- I became a star.

You think Azrona couldn't stand the acceleration of 'Red Bone Assault Armor' until Snow White rushed after him and retrieved it, drooling tears and covetousness from the bulbs?

The Red Bone Assault Armor was aided by Azlona's wings and the skeleton aided it, and even by the unconscious transmission of will to the wind sperm Azlona is using. Good to see you so far.

But it accelerates twice as fast as a wingspan, as if it were the ability of a great axe that increases in power every time you swing it down. Like stopping, Azlona tried to stop only wings without stopping the function of the armor, so the aid of the skeleton was unstoppable and fell out of control, which was what caused the tragedy in Azlona?

Returning Azlona rarely stares at the treasurer with tears.

That doesn't make me look angry again, so as a keeper, I don't want to laugh bitterly.

"I'm sorry, but if you can manipulate that, maybe you can get me on board."

Azrona got in a good mood for the words of such a collector, fluttered and exhaled from her nose, and began to strain.

"... you're a scoundrel"

"To live."

Douglas was convinced of the Founder's words and laughed at him.

By the way, the wheels are the same and accelerate to all drag cars. However, this one is also straight forward only.

The next morning, the Buryeags, with their distilled liquor calculators, exit the duoff of the rock wall and begin to circle the sand stream again.

Just past midway through the Zhu Moon, the desert warmth difference had reached its peak.

The Buryeags also anchored in the nearby desert when the warmth difference was just that intense, living secluded and neat as they did the heat and cold, but there were those who had zeroed the recessionary cough many times in such a flotilla.

I am a collector. He is sweating on his forehead and laying down in fur with a painful face floating in heat.

Because of cultural differences, I decided to leave.

So I finally got a clear standing position. In addition, painting on men and women and contributing to the improvement of Anahita's night-time combat power, and being placed under Nirufal's control reduced the code, were becoming accepted by both the Buryeag tribe in fame.

The collector was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, both physically and mentally.

However, it seems that the tension was relaxed, and the body lost too much extreme temperature difference.

As a matter of fact, after descending from Snow Mountain, the Caveman was nodding his immune system, or more finely, his fortified magic, with the image of fortifying white blood cells, but he couldn't help but wonder if it had worked this time.

Most importantly, it is a miracle that I have never suffered from any disease before, and in this sense, I cannot say that enhanced magic on white blood cells has been effective.

"Kids often suffer. Well, Klund's a drifter, and that's what happens."

It's like a blister or mumps cold, but I can't stand up to it now, and my consciousness is blurred, so as a keeper, I don't make a sound.

'Cause if Az gets sick, it's gonna be tough.

Maryam has a disappointing Azrona in both his arms, saying things that are superstitious.

Although Azrona has grown bigger and bigger lately, Maryam used his dark elf-specific powers to hold him and take him outside the room. It seems that we will sleep together until the Treasurer's disease has healed, but it is in fact an consideration that the Treasurer will not be able to rest because he will be oppressed by snow white or Azlona, it should have been.

And Snow White also went with Nirufal, who waited outside to make the usual arrangements, and all that was left was Farood and the collector.

It is understandable that Farood was to be seen because of the ethic that unmarried men and women could not be made into a room together, but he was a collector in a mood that somehow lost money even in a hazy consciousness.

"... get dressed"

"... water"

"... is it cold?

Although nursing was not always with him, Farood looked at him each time, as if he had perceived from afar when the collector wanted him to do something.

"... mother, sounds like"

When the collector shrugged so, Farood zeroed to recall something.

"... I have had Nil's medical treatment"

Farood and Nirufal had lost their parents, and the collector suspected that their sister, Nirufal, had suffered from the disease.

Then after Farood walked away from the room for a while, Nirufal and Snow White returned.

"You should eat. []/(exp, v5r) to be refined/"

The collector manages to wake the powerless body, stiff in an attempt to lift the vessel placed by Nirufal. It looked familiar in the red and black colour of the dull liquid.

"... a thousand years?

When the collector asked in the guise of casual wind, Snow White nodded well.

"You thank Yukishiro. You said it was far bigger than what you had caught before, and that you had never seen anything like it, neither Anahita nor the elders."

The last time the collector caught it was about a boat, and this time Snow White had been the big guy who connected about ten of those boats.

"-But Nil turned it into soup, didn't he?

That's what Maryam said, with his face all the way from behind Nirufal.

"... I apologize to the women for taking the trouble to soup for one."

Thousands of feet are celebrated, but what is shredded and souped works well for the disease of the keeper, he said.

When the collector heard that Nirufal had made it, he remembered Maryam's saying that Nirufal was once a lady, and looked up seriously Nirufal.

"My brother can make something like this. I had it made, too."

There was no shame or other fine dust in Nirufal's face, who answered that with a true face, but the feeling that Farood, his brother, was proud was strongly conveyed.

"Well, thank you"

The collector stroked Snow White's cheek, thanking Nirufal and then tried to lift the vessel with the soup, but his arms trembled and he couldn't help himself, unlikely to hold it.

When I try to lift it up using physical strengthening forcefully, Snow White tries to control it and hold the keys at my tail.

As usual, Snow White was stunned as he tried to bake his care in the guise of being the irresistible one.

I can't hold the spoon.

When I hold the spoon with my tail, the spoon buries in my tail, and I can't hold the soup.

What am I supposed to do, snow white in trouble.

Look at that. Nirufal looks for Maryam, who should have been behind him, but for some reason he's not. Then get out of the boat and look for your brother, Farood, but he's still gone.

At this time, the treasurer and Nirufal were alone in the room, that is, the unmarried man and woman were in the chamber, and if they were a little harsh on the code, they would be angry at the fire, and even the ordinary man would have frowned.

but Nirufal worked with the men as a bowman on a daily basis, and with the powerful force of his own, he was regarded as unquestionable, even when he was both male and female.

Nirufal sighs small if he has no choice, then when he returns to the vaulter's room he receives the key that Snow White was gripping with difficulty and carries the soup over to the vaulter's mouth.

Wasting generosity was also bad, and the collector silently included it in his mouth.

"- Ahhh."

I turned it big.

Nirufal glanced at the collector to accuse him of not cooling himself, then spooned the soup again, this time breathing and cooling the soup, before transporting it to the collector's mouth.

For some reason I felt scolded as usual, but the collector swallowed the soup in silence.

Nirufal further tries to soak up the soup and realizes that Snow White lifted the vessel with the soup in its tail to bring it closer to the collector, making it less likely to spill when carrying the soup.

Nirufal talks with his eyes about taking care of each other's troublesome ones, and you know Snow White?, returns an eye that agrees.

The collector sandwiched by those two felt like he was somehow being planted with a way of being seen (...), but he was not willing to defy it with a sloppy body, and had to keep his soup shut.

Then, for a few days, the sandboat moved slowly again, without healing the fodder's disease.

Along the way, even if they encounter a herd of demonic worms, under the command of the bow, the men of the Buryeag race endlessly through the flotilla, separating them at times, slaughtering them one after the other with their physical abilities and swords.

- It's that way.

I'll take care of it.

It uses long skewers that are too long for dismantling blades and cooking that are as short as the women and shortswords, and lightly defeats the demonic worms that the men leaked. There are about two fists. I cut off a warthog that resembles a bat, and I'm not brave enough to shoot it off.

The Buryeags were only this many weapons, cruising the desert. Don't let your ambitions be questioned with excessive armament.

- Starboard rear, half scorpion.

The moment I finished sweeping the demon worm, the watchman's impending voice echoed.

Everyone squeezes their faces to the word half scorpion and regains their weapons without alarm.

Then, as the watchman said, the starboard rear sand continued to rise.

At the same time, you can hear the sound of momentum and air leaking out of the gap between the teeth named Sissi and the tip of the whip playing the air.

Rising sand, sandy artifacts that hang on the sandboat.

He was a barbarian and a famous half scorpion with a foreign body called a woman on his upper body and a great scorpion on his lower body.

I just couldn't communicate with the barbarians, and some people were extremely belligerent, sometimes even eating people, and they were called warcraft.

"- The women are covered from the inside, and the men are not to be pursued deeply! - Let's go!

Nirufal shouted to inspire the men and the women, and jumped to the front with his sword on his shoulder.

Farood, who was following him like a shadow, also continues without hesitation.

Nirufal reaches the starboard boat as he jumps, and lands with his sword swung down from the head of the half scorpion. The boat had no scratches whatsoever, no shaking, but only the half scorpion was in two straight.

In the adjacent canoe, Farood butchers half a scorpion in the same way, but only slightly scratched the canoe.

Nirufal and Farood jump to the next boat when they can be truncated, kicking half a scorpion.

Everyone was waving their swords on the front line, leaving the other foremen and deputy foremen in command.

Still, the number of half scorpions is high.

We jump off the sand stream from next to next and work together in strange squeals.

No matter how powerful the Buryeags are, they will not be able to move when they are gathered by a few.

"- Damn it, dude, dude."

One of the men falls into the sand stream as dragged by a half scorpion.

I've noticed that. Even though Nirufal and Farood rush, he doesn't look like him anymore.

"- Sahad,... he'll eradicate it!

Now is the time to aspire to peace, but once the strongest nomads, the Buryeags have conquered this desert. I don't speak the language, and I don't even have mercy on the person who attacks me without question.

All the more so if his companions were dead, the fierce temperament of the people of the desert, who sleep in them, abandoned reason in response to the anger of Nirufal, revealing his beastly cruelty.

- Die, eh?

"-Sahad, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Everyone unconsciously increases the degree of physical strengthening, and their eyes run bloody.

Desert men have an incurable disease that is slightly similar to love and can be called 'bloody'. Once you lose your people, you can't help but avenge them. I don't mind if I don't hunt them down to the end of the earth and kill them.

That was the man of the desert, no, the people of the desert.

Such instincts are usually held back by the Buryeag people with the belief of protecting Anahita, but once that hoop comes off, they still rage and fight like mad warriors.

Nirufal naturally had that too, and his eyes were already running blood.

From the position of bowman, only marginally remaining reason sees the canoe of a keeper immobile to the disease, but at its entrance stands Azlona in armor, kicking the half scorpion from one end with the freed snow and white approaching.

You can leave the rear to Snow White.

No longer worried, Nirufal left himself to the impulse.

Double swinging the torso of the two nearby half scorpions diseases the fringe at a rate of snow and white, skewering the half scorpion that was about to crawl up into the sandboat.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Keep the skewered half scorpion, wield the sword, crush and blow the next half scorpion.

Nirufal will not stop, even if his hair wrapped around his head is disturbed every time he waves his sword.

His eyes, which also seemed to kill a half scorpion while crying, struck a single large half scorpion.

The battle was on the way to intensification.

Half scorpion and not foolish, nor weak.

Even now, a powerful half scorpion suppresses each bow, pushing it in numbers with the understanding or restraint that it can't beat snowflakes that somehow don't move from the rear-end canoe.

It was proof that half scorpions also had a chain of command.

At that time, behind Azlona, who was pulling a snowy, leaky half scorpion with winged arms, there was movement. It was only a minor aid because it was not the same as its original use, but the backed by the skeletons of "Red Bone Assault Armor" had been an adult flying dragon-like blow.

- Giu!

Not yet, Azlona tries to push back, but the collector pushes Azlona back out, fumbling, yelling.

"- Ugh!

In my fluttering head and chilly body, I didn't have time to be choosing words.

You can't shut up with words like that, but somehow the half scorpions stop moving and the Buryeags also retreat once they get back in shape in that gap.

Seeing that, the collector screams even more.

"- Get some water!