Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Snow White, who went for a walk around the evening the day the convoy left for an oasis called Nihafa, returned the next morning.

But when the collector greets him, there's something wrong with Snow White's behavior.

I'm trying to get into the boat right now, as usual, but the stride is small and the whole thing seems to be shrinking.

She also looked like a pregnant woman, but she would no longer be this big in a day, and the collector looked surprised.

-... to...

I couldn't help but think I heard a little chirp.

Are you still a kid? and the sawdust asks, a disrespectful snow white stares.

But things are still somewhat strange.

"... are you sure you're not a child? If you're here, let me know, and we'll work together."

I heard again that the keeper who doesn't know how long Warcraft is pregnant might be.

No, and when Snow White tries to roar,

- Ugh.

Something fell from the belly of the puffy and snow white.

Long ears for body length, long fangs too to be visible from the edge of the mouth. The tail is also long and the body color is the sand color that does not resemble snow and white, but it was cat family to the extent that I think it might be if I were told it was a snow and white child.

"You, I knew..."

Chi Ugh, and Snow White tries to pack it into the treasurer with momentum, but the cat falls from his stomach with a stiffness.

That number exceeded ten and was still increasing.

Exactly when this number was a little too high, the collector abandoned the Snow White children's theory and stared at Snow White.

Does Snow White have anything to put back on, too? Ugh, I'm frightened, and I'm slightly distracted.

Imagine that, even though you've never even had a child, you're like a child who's picked up a throwaway cat, and the collector was hacked.

"... you. No way, you picked it up?

Snow White nodded cocklessly as to whether he had noticed it with it.

The treasurer is also the mouth that picked up Azrona. I can't resist snow and white. But there is no such number.

What a number of fifty.

Now I'm stuck on the tail of a snow white, or with an interest in the Azlona I slept with. Humph and nose.

"Give it back -"

"Yuki, aren't you going to train with Nil today? Look for..."

Maryam, who brought Farood, comes and blocks it, trying to tell the collector to give it back. but clogged his throat along the way and screamed.

"- Yu, Yuki is full"

Maryam has stormed out.

After explaining the situation to Farood, I asked him about this cat and he returned the answer.

"... 'Ear Long Tooth Cat (Mill Albe)', should be"

Cat with long ears. They are usually called tooth cats (orbes) or ear lengths (mills), but rarely show up in public. He usually lives in the desert sand and eats for tens of thousands of small legs at the loose end of the sand stream. Instead of demon worms, I eat everything, but I don't aim for anything bigger than my body.

Resistant to hunger and thirst, it has the odd ecology of sucking the blood of fellow herds one by one when hunger persists and enduring hunger. The little fangs were those used when sucking blood.

It's about ten adult cats in size, and everything else looks like a kitten, but it all seems to be adult. Some individuals did not have long ears for the length of their ears, or had missing ears, while others had broken tails into two strands or had short tails, apparently with too thick blood to develop malformations.

The collector asks Snow White.

Even if you ask, it means that the collector predicts the situation and denies whether Snow White affirms it or not.

"... you want to keep it?

Snow White shakes his neck to the side.

"Does that mean symbiosis..."

Snow White affirmed.

It's like we've brought a whole herd, but I can't imagine why this happened. But there were just too many.

When I look at you, Maryam is grinning with a bunch of them in his arms. When I found Azlona looking lonely when I saw how it was, she looked and hugged Azlona as well.

The tooth cat that was held pulled Azlona's nostrils slightly to intimidate her, but when Azlona showed her nagging eyes, she couldn't help but forgive her, and now she is all set and bewildered by Maryam.

The tooth cats also climb onto the shoulders and heads of the quietly sitting faruds, but they don't look like Faruds cared at all.

I got caught up with it, and the collector reached out a little.

I picked up snow white and azrona, and the collector was just a little mistaken. I thought maybe I was easily missed by the Warcraft.

But such fantasies were bitten by the tooth cat in front of him and misted the moment he was caught.

It wasn't enough to penetrate the physical barrier, but the possessor feels a clear hostility to its total rejection.

A staring collector and a tooth cat.

But more than Snow White brought in, I have to figure out how to shake myself.

"... is it possible to accept it here?

When the collector heard, Maryam naturally looked at accepting.

"... if we can even handle the food, we have to ask Master Anahita."

To Farood's words, Snow White convenes the Tooth Cats.

Immediately and thoroughly plant excretion, prohibition of attack, etc.

The Tooth Cats also obeyed Snow White, who admitted to being the boss, honestly.

As you can see, the herd has more malformations and no children. The blood became too thick. Therefore, the tooth cats, who instinctively perceived it, met snow and white in the desert, putting on the future of the flock. To cruise the sand currents in a sandboat and look for another flock.

That night, the sailor looked at Anahita.

The meeting materialized so quickly because Maryam, the daughter of the chief, used Conne extremely quickly and to the maximum extent possible.

Right now, in that dazzling Zhuyi light, there were only two people, Anahita and her accompanying person, the Zao Man and the Tooth Cat.

There is an escort outside, but it means I totally trusted the collector.

Fifty tooth cats lined up sloppily in front of Anahita, making them adults.

And Anahita, although it's obvious, doesn't look like she's in any trouble at all, even trying to reach defenselessly.

Two of my companions seem to worry about the grate, but it was worrying.

On Anahita's outstretched fingertips, a tooth cat licked peppery as she approached.

"Oh? You want some water?

Anahita somehow felt it, and when she gave birth to the water at her fingertips, the tooth cat licked it hard. He doesn't even seem to care about the redness of the water.

"I can get you some water, but it's hard to feed, isn't it? I'm not sure Mr. Snow White will be around forever."

You reacted to Anahita's words, and the tooth cat stopped licking and stared up at Anahita.

"... is water all you need?

When Anahita demonstrates the beauty of her exploration and asks so, the tooth cats squeal in unison with Nyah.

The tooth cats can live almost exclusively with water. What's more, it's a super snack, but it's a bad diet, and I eat everything.

"You're smart. Yeah, then you can stay here. But you can't flirt, can you?

When Anahita allowed it, the tooth cats rejoiced and rushed over to Anahita, as well as to two of her entourages.

Did the snowflake go well, without rambling on Anahita, water and round on its knees. The two accompanying men were confused at first, but soon adapted and began to adore the Tooth Cats.

By the way, there's not even one under the possessor.

Anahita, an old man with a cat who no longer sat entirely on the edge, stared at the collector and bowed his head.

"Thank you very much for the strong alcohol that won't freeze at night and the Pavilions."

Suddenly he was a bewildered collector to be thanked, but somehow squeezes out his salutations.

"No, because it's just an idea. If it worked, I'm glad."

To the Awkward Answer of the Collector, Anahita, who raised her head, smiled furiously.

The Tooth Cats were quickly accepted by the Buryeag tribe. Now there is that appearance everywhere in the flotilla.

Playing with the children, embellishing them, being adored by the women, and surprisingly, the men had a good reputation. Says it's good for comfort during the night police.

The collector was relieved that the tooth cat had been accepted, but at the same time had an unequivocal thought.

The tooth cats wield their love to the men and women of the Buryeag tribe.

He appeared until he didn't know anything scary about running up Nirufal's body during the night vigilance, but Nirufal stroked only one thing to anger and remained vigilant. The tooth cat didn't disturb me any more, and I was staring at the night, keeping on Nirufal's shoulder, whether I was going to be vigilant for the herd myself.

But it is.

I never missed the collector. I still stand in the way of the painting collector.

The beginning and end of jumping on a painting, hanging on your arm, flipping coal, shaving or messing up a paper replacement canvas.

Then when the collector tries to touch it, he hates it because he inflates and intimidates the shirt, his whole body and his tail.

Snow White doesn't seem to be willing to do fine control, and he has eyes as if he's not focused enough, and the collector is worse.

He was interrupted again and again, and finally the collector put the brush down.

And loosen up, pull it out.

The devil's weapon, no, was a giant cat.

While Snow White remembered the humiliation that night, they reacted perfectly, likely as long as their own, and the Tooth Cats also reacted for some reason.

Shake it up.

Then the tooth cats jump to you simultaneously.

The cat who cleverly flaunted it is shaken again.

The Voltage of the Tooth Cats gradually rises.

To strip the wild instincts, follow the giant cat trap, but just as fast as the keeper swings.

The little hunters also forgot that they were being ridiculed by the collectors and chased the giant cat trap with obsession.

- Bessi.

A disturbing sound sounds.

Snow White was overlapping patience with patience.

I meditate on that green demon and my eyes, and I knock my ears off when I hear the sound.

But we can't ignore the signs until the depression of the treasurer.

And I reacted.

While I was satisfied that I slaughtered him with a blow unlike before, I couldn't resist.

Under the front leg of the snow white, the giant cat was broken.

The tooth cats are squealing in dissatisfaction.

As the boss, I don't have much standing.

But I don't like this green devil.

I couldn't tell him to fix it or not, and Snow White tried to wave his tail to the collector so as to hit eight.

So I got eyes on the collector. It fits.

A collector who looks proud to win anyway. In fact, it was directed at the Tooth Cats, but in a flash of shame, Snow White did not notice.

Snow White stares at the treasurer in an unwiped humiliation and jumps.

In a small boat, a bunch of sailors and snowflakes worked together.

"Oh, you must be bad."

No, it's bad that you're being licked, and Snow White smashes the possessor's face with a meatball.

As the collector pulled his tail full of force, Snow White put more effort into his front leg.

Squeezed by meatballs and barely able to breathe, the collector lost consciousness, letting his chest solicit resentment for the tooth cats.

You think the tooth cats who saw it still had the thought that

Snow White is the parent, we are the child, and the treasurer is the child further down.

The collector was staring at a giant cat that had been broken.

Now there is no weapon against snow and white.

Snow White doesn't want that behind the zodiac, and I said, "I'm pointing at you," but my ears were pointing at the zodiac. He's wondering why.

"Hmm? What's that?

Maryam, accompanied by Farood, showed himself there.

"It's a toy that tooth cats react to. If it's true, it's normal for it to be smaller than this, but this is a snowflake."

No, you made it on your own, and Snow White slaps the back of the zodiac's head with a pepper.

"Heh, how does it work?

The collector looked at the broken patterned part of his arm and shook it.

Snow white reacts slightly with tingling, and if that was humiliation, the power of the tail to slap the keeper slightly stronger.

"Hmm, I think I've seen that move before... ahh"

Maryam, who was exploring his memory, ran off somewhere with Tater and came back a while later.

Something as long as a collector's arm is in that hand.

"... is that it?

"Yes, the dried one with a thousand legs (Hezarpa). When this happens, I can't eat it, but I use it for buffer material between the boat and the boat."

With one of Maryam's thousands of years of dried legs, shaking, it was a little bit like rubber.

"You can use it if you drop your fangs and legs, right?

As Maryam put it, a thousand years of dry, shrunken feet can't even look like wood with verses without fangs and legs.

"Oh, can I use it?

"Hehe, fine. Instead, make a little one."

Maryam handed the small dry tens of thousands of feet to the keeper.

"... weren't they valuables?

"I can use it for all sorts of things, so I can't really turn it around for what I eat. This is the one that's gotten pretty old, so it's been a long time since my father..."

The collector scratches his head.

I saw a little snow and white and took out the brush to see what to do with the hair on the tip.

"... you have a lot"

"That's not how I can make this brush over here. If I can get you some hair, I can make it."

When the collector said so, Maryam rushed somewhere silently.

The cat, and the keeper, who has been confirmed to make a brush for the tooth cat, sees Farood, who hasn't spoken in forever. Though he was eager to get him involved, Farood slipped away at first sight.

He seems hopelessly clumsy.

The collector sighs one, then gets to brushing Snow White and Azlona first and foremost.

Regardless, it is to collect hairs for cat chatter. For a tooth cat, enough for both of them.

The giant cat became, vibrated, and passed in front of Snow White.

Better and faster. Did it go well with the hyena of the green hyena flying dragon, or even has a slight phantom? Even more frustratingly, it is oddly more present than before because it was edible before it dried. This is no longer an exaggeration when it comes to magic equipment.

A green demon, resurrected, no, reborn.

Asexually irritated by the matter, Snow White loosened her cheeks, staring at the fang cats who chased her in front of her.

- Tessi.

But I still don't like it.

Frustrated by the signs of a brilliantly escaped demon, Snow White glanced at the treasurer who wielded it.

Maryam was playing with the tooth cat, using a little cat trap he had his keeper make near it. Regardless, he held Azlona so she wouldn't miss him, flirting with the tooth cats with his empty hands.

A cat. And a brush.

This went to the Buryeag tribe one by one.

In fact, some did not welcome the Tooth Cats. But the fact that the tooth cats somehow amuleted the children and even caught the little demon worms that even the Buryeags would miss, the pests that would scratch the ears of the babies, and contributed a little bit to improving hygiene in the flotilla also made it less natural.

Rather, it was enough that the demand for cat jaws and brushes increased slightly in order to do well with the tooth cats.

It's like a little cat that can vibrate.

A tooth cat that hangs on to it.

The hour was already dusk, but Maryam seemed to have fun, never tired of playing.

"It kind of reminds me of when I was little."

Farood answers as he is left to be twisted up by the Tooth Cats beside Maryam.

"... you mean four-wing eagle (graph)"

More than sixty years ago, when Maryam and Farood were both small, a demon bird named Four Winged Eagle hurt its wings and fell into the flotilla. The two of them and Nirufal treated it sneakingly and divided their own meals.

The young four-wing eagle, who was alert at first, was also alert to the three devotional figures, and at the end was tamed and recovered by the time he rode Maryam's arm.

But one day I flew away and didn't come back.

I recovered safely and traveled.

I was proud of that and sad at the same time.

Seeing the tooth cats, Maryam was remembering it. Maryam's defeat of Azrona may also be influenced by similar flying creatures.

"... that's what a four-wing eagle looks like"

After nesting, the four-wing eagle does not have a nest except for breeding. Spend the majority of your life in the big sky. That was their way of life.

"Right. There's a way of life for each of us."

The shadow of a teething tooth cat with the two of them had been stretching to the deck of the sandboat for some time.

Basit, an Alwara clan chief, had felt a deep groove carved between his eyebrows as he listened to reports from the 'wind', which had been informed by the messenger.

Originally, it is impossible, for example, to obtain this information faster than the arrival of the sandboat, except for the 'wind' of the Buryeag measures. Fast-legged tumor lizards were switched in oasis, allowing information to be transmitted faster than in sandboats. Although only in the desert.

He sent a messenger to the flotilla, and also made them loot in Gazlan. It was intended to test how far the travellers with the White Guardian Warcraft, who obstructed the plunder of the Farahaan clan, were currently under the influence of the Buryeag clan.

But the situation isn't funny.

Previously, he was a traveler with a guardian warcraft who had plundered and obstructed him, but did not intervene in this plunder.

To observe from the story of a slave named Laro, he seems to be the bearer of an extremely noble spirit, but when it comes to not intervening, it can be said that he is more under the influence of the Buryeag tribe than imagined.

Basit slowly unwrinkles and meditates between the eyebrows.

One rule was farther away again.

The unification of deserts and sandstreams, the dream of the years. Ambition as successor to the former Black Wise King.

The Beryeag tribe, which occupies knowledge of anahita and sandstream, was the key to this. Because if we can rule the sand stream, we will rule everything.

But if the Buryeags had a guardian warcraft that could cross on par with Jamshid, it would not be easy.

For a while now, I don't want to see how it goes. That's just to say I'll be back before I sign with Jamshid, but then I needed to distract the men.

The looting has the meaning of breathlessness of the Alwara men. The bloody Alwara men absolutely obey the tribal decisions, but that's not why they can't wait to be depressed. There's no way I don't wonder why you won't let the Buryeags obey you with all your might when you have Jamshid.

Accumulated depression would also affect the treatment of slaves and security around them.

It is also the chief's job to let him breathe out of the loot at times. You don't have to plunder now to live, but plunder has already become a habit. I can't even make you ban it.

"… stretch a little east"

We had no choice but to expedite east and expand our dominion until the Black Dragon's overrun of territory.

"Damn......"

From Laro's mouth, there was zero evil without power.

It was the face that had no scratches, but all over its body after being beaten, and its buttocks are experiencing severe pain.

He was beaten, kicked, and occasionally offended by an elderly man in the blood muscle of the chief by Mahmoud, the eldest son of the chief, and other men, who seems to be accumulating some depression.

Bass it, and Jamsid knows and says nothing. For Basit, he is an uncle and has to be somewhat blind to the behavior, and Jamsid is just saying it's fun.

Laro's hatred was on the other hand.

"... go ahead"

A woman spoke as she offered water to Laro, who was crawling in a thin dirty tent.

It was Isla, the same slave. Small body, light green skin, severed head horns. The Horned Species torn by the Alwara will live with their horns cut off at the same time as they become slaves.

For this reason, 'hornless' is an insulting term when used by horned species, and other than horned species often referred to normal races when this term is used.

Even though it is the same slave, Isla is a slave to Hytham and is well treated, with a difference between cloud mud and himself.

Because even though it is a slave, there is no way Laro hits Isla the woman hard.

"It helps...... but stay away from me"

There is no way a slave can fall in love with a slave. Lalo, who has crossed the bottom of society, knew that very well.

Of course it is about Laro himself. If they are gentle, they bond. That's going to be a scratch one day.

Isla walked out of the tent with a painful look on her face.

That night, Laro was telling Jamside, as usual.

The violence of the Mahmouds, the mausoleum of the grandfathers, cuts nerves more than that. One mistake, because your neck and torso will cry apart in an instant.

But there's also no infinite talk. I kept talking about things that were no longer there.

- Almost there, they're coming.

Rarely, Jamsid made his will.

And the plan, which is not even Jamshid's plan, was told, and Rallo knew, for the first time at this time, the survival of the treasurer. Jamsid or Bass It just listens from Laro, and he doesn't say anything, so he can't even know.

Laro listened to Jamsid and thought about it for a while. To live, that's all Rallo has now.

As for jamside, it was to the extent that something was going to happen if I told Laro about Snow White.

Causes and consequences that follow from the west, the whispering of the Alwara and Buryeag tribes, and the snow white.

It was just delightful.

"- The other one, you should get involved, is. Thinking about the Klanders and the Buryeags, it could still be Mahmoud's solo sumo."

"Ugh."

Jamsid urged Laro to follow as he watched this one.

Then a few days later.

Laro recently realized he hadn't seen Isla.

I was somewhat concerned about the recent rough muffled moods and the Alwala tribe, and Laro asked his grandfather, who always offends himself, somewhat.

"Oh, that or. He gave me some slaves, some young ones."

With what I could have predicted, Laro wasn't so shocked either.

But a definite sense of loss crept deeply and deeply into hatred.

Ten days later, the convoys reached a city called Nihafa.

Nihafa is the largest city ever seen by the zodiac, with a wide stretch of city from the large oasis of the center to the east, west, north and south.

This is the dominion of the Alvara tribe, but at the same time it was a major trading hub where deserts and sandstreams meet, and the western part of the city was made a neutral zone by the arrangements of the leading tribes.

The collector, whose standing on the sandboat is only a guest, has not been informed of why he came to this city, etc., but he is convinced on his own that there is something difficult going on between the tribes.

Now since last evening the chiefs and elders have gone to meetings with the Arwala tribe and have not returned to the present day when the sky has come white.

For this reason, the forehead from the most boat to the fourth boat, the deputy forehead, was on the guard of Anahita in the total, and the men of the most boat and the second boat, the third boat and the fourth boat were on the guard day and night alternating.

The women and men, including the other Maryams, are going to buy out.

I suspected in the atmosphere that there would be a celebration soon, but the collector has not been informed. No, he seemed to know only that the average man and woman also had celebrations in the first place.

In the meantime, the collector, speaking of, is leaving a message in the boat regiment.

As soon as the sand currents changed, it was decided to move to a land that would not be associated with the Alvara, so we did not bother to go to a city where there were many Alvaras to cause trouble.

The collectors watched Nihafa from the rear of the boat regiment.

There was a desert city there one day, like the one the collectors had dreamed of, but now that I know some of its inner details, I can't even beautify it as a beautiful desert and a man's business, etc.

It was just a blurry stare.

Exactly today they didn't have any training with Nirufal, Snow White is on the back of the collector, and Azlona also has a nearby tooth cat on her head that looks like fun.

Then, when the sun was about half-faced, Nihafa became noisy.

East of Nihafa, sand smoke rises from behind the city, and dust rises from within the city as well.

When I looked closely, the birds and lizards were blasting away. It is a tumor lizard and hairy longevity bird kept as livestock.

Both what was kept outside the city, and what was being bought and sold in the city, somehow seemed to go wild.

Whatever the tumor lizard is, the city's people, whose wings are spreading and blasting with a big bird like a whale and an ostrich and a chicken added to it, are terribly funny. The warriors of the Arwala and other tribes have also managed to forgive, but the numbers were too different. It cannot be hurt because it is the property of the tribe, but it is painful.

It doesn't feel like a Warcraft Run (Stampede).

The collector looked at the Alwala tribe, which was being swept away by a silly, big chicken-faced ostrich, and thought it would be easier if spiritual magic and snow white moved, and Nirufal came there.

"Help me. I'll be right out of town and over here."

Even if he came, he'd fall into the sand stream, but he can't even pretend not to see it.

"I'm sorry, Yukishiro, please don't. I don't want to inspire the Alwala or any other tribe."

It is no exaggeration when it comes to excessive force. If Snow White moves, the other tribes doubt the ambitions of the Buryeag tribe.

That's what they told me, Snow White, but if I could eat it, anyway, I just had a huge stretch that it would be hard if I just caught it.

"... if the collector works hard, he'll get about one head to thank you"

When Nirufal says so, the snowflake that sparkled his eyes as soon as possible stirred up the treasurer.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going.... I mean, can I go?

A collector wondering if it's okay to approach the Alwara tribe for more than having a priori of interfering with looting.

"It's not necessarily that there's no one to target Master Anahita by multiplying this commotion. It seems convenient to use you, but now it would be helpful if you could cooperate."

He's in more trouble than I thought.

"Anything to watch out for? Anything besides not killing him?

"Tumor lizards have tails, and hairy longevity birds don't hurt their legs. The rest is fine if there are some scratches. I'll do it here when it comes to contacting the city people, so you can use the spell as you like."

Then the collector put on his gear and jumped off the convoy.

From the soaring sand smoke, we can see a flock of livestock flying out of the city soon.

The collector hurries and forms a sand wall just outside the city.

There is a degree of height that cannot be easily jumped over, and then it is just wide enough not to be injured. Furthermore, once put in like a fishing net, it was difficult to get out of the structure, circulating like a racetrack, so the runaway livestock was to rush around the same place all the way around.

That's it, the collector finally takes a breath.

All you have to do is relax and catch him.

The city folks and the Alwala tribes, who were suddenly surprised by the maze of sand formed, were also appeased there when they found out that the livestock inside was safe.

All you have to do is grow up and then catch him, first he goes back to try to catch the livestock that is still rampant in the city.

The collector, too, was worried about the Maryams who had gone to the city and peered through the city entrance for a little while, and soon found Maryam with a full grin.

He catches and hugs the runaway hairy great bird, and is pleased. Hairy eldest bird rams with an ostrich body, but Maryam leaps around his neck and hugs him, not letting him go. On the contrary, it seems to be fairly powerful, with heads similar to chickens ringing bitterly, blurring out gorgeous wings similar to whales.

- Please...

I realized that when I looked for the other Buryeags, that was less than the number of people I went to buy them out, as the collectors thought that they were going to die. Probably got ripped off by this commotion.

The Buryeag men raised their hands gently as they caught the tumor lizard when they found a collector near the entrance.

The collector also raises his hand in response, hugging him around the neck of a single tumor lizard that was coming towards the city entrance and holding him in as hard as he can. Nothing compared to snow and white, but maximized physical strengthening to hold it in intact.

Tumor lizards, which are also riding animals, have more horsepower than hairy giant birds.

Somehow he was a keeper holding down the tumor lizard, but he heard a noise there.

"... Yikes"

Only slightly, I thought I heard Maryam scream, and the possessor rushed back to his voice.