Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

Returning from the ruins that appeared in the salt desert was the early morning of the third day after leaving the settlement.

The moment he saw Yolanda safe, Mefri hugged him.

He broke up with his family in a deceitful Caigbird invasion and fled to the desert while being protected by Yolanda. Legend has it that there is a land where people live at the end of the desert, etc., and they were only lucky to be picked up by the Buryeag tribe.

That is why Yolanda, who took such a journey with me, was no longer family alike.

"Oh, no, you haven't fixed the crybaby yet."

Yolanda holds up a mepheric cuddle on her waist and puts it on her shoulder.

Mefri remembered when she was a kid that she had it done the same way, making her look embarrassed, but still happily hugged Yolanda's head.

I've been doing that for a while, but when I notice my surrounding gaze, I cough one up with you and then tell you.

"- Let's celebrate the welcome of our guests, the safety of Yolanda and the reunion of our mothers and daughters."

The settlement bone race responded cheerfully to Mefri's hanging.

When the sun began to set, the hospitality began.

The collectors, guided to the house of the chief of the settlement, sit on a brightly colored carpet. Azlona next to the treasurer, snow white behind him. More Irida and Yobi line up beside it.

Irida and Yobi, who had been melted with weapons by the warcraft of the ruins, but Irida was from Yolanda, her mother, and Yobi had given her clothes away from the Buryeag tribe.

Irida, who received a red piercing coat with a narrowed waist from her mother, usually lowers the red hair she is tying and wears a thin black cloth from above. If you're a giant species that can't hide your face at all, but not technically Asham, it's fine.

When he gave up his clothes, he said that this was the garment that the giant species of Lesiharm often wore, and Yolanda and Mefri burned him and looked after him, and Irida was already sitting carelessly.

The Buryeag-style yobi, wrapped around a cloth and tied around his waist with thin bands, is also cared for by the Buryeag women, loosely knitted and tied up with long gray hair and decorated with flower cloth ornaments and blue stone necklaces.

They are both routine outfits, but the fact that the two familiar people are dressed unfamiliar cannot be missed as collectors, and I watched the two from earlier.

But I'm not switching my mind and looking at anything.

In the situation where the head of this settlement, the husband of Mehri, his son, the chief of the clan, and the face of the Buryeag were seated at the front, he could only not gaze, as usual.

A lump of salt was carried into the entertainment area, which as such was a little uncomfortable, as likely as a horse sitting with a broken knee.

It was the whole roasted devil bird that was made into a salt kettle that was placed before the dens and the keepers.

The smell of vanilla and meat fat that rises mixed with hot air moves when the snow white and azrona nose soothes.

This prey was caught trapping demon birds coming to lick the salt of the salt desert. Believing that Yolanda would return safely, it was something that the collectors had been preparing since the day they left.

Each piece of meat cut by the length was offered before the keepers.

The collector receives it as it is offered, and when it is swallowed but remains by the atmosphere of an indescribable place, Irida pokes a small flank.

Looking beside him, Elida's gaze was pointed at the gap in the entrance door.

Numerous gazes are poured out of there that are nowhere near empty.

Children of bone race who are hungry, rather than intrigued by a treat. The bone race prefers smoke trees in the first place. Thief Skeleton Things Ziva preferred to cook, but it's closer to her hobby than nourishing.

So finally, remembering what Farood taught me, the possessor said hastily.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I will. I just can't eat it. Why don't we split it up?

"Are you unhappy with our hospitality?

The length looks unpleasant.

"No, I'm satisfied. Uh, oh, I think it would be a waste if I had to."

A little, no, quite different from the wording taught to Farood, Farood, who was lined up as a welcoming side, looks troubled, and Nirufal's eyebrows narrow slightly.

"A more distant guest than the end of the west is telling me to share the wealth. I don't know."

While the head of the bone race said no to the wind that the collectors had no choice because they came from afar, when he uttered the word of the decree, the bone race and the Buryeag clan lining up there also nodded loudly.

Then, from the outside, they cheer simultaneously, making noise all at once.

It was all a formal liturgy, both for the first question, and for the words of the collector, and for the chief to look unpleasant.

After this, we express our gratitude and blessings to the collectors when a person hiccups and divides the meat into each.

There was a big bonfire in the heart of the settlement outside, where the Buryeags, other than the bone race and alert duty, gathered and laughed with pleasure.

Even when it came to the feast, only the water behaved on a large scale until Anahita fluttered, but only a little bit of the distributed demon bird's salt pot grill and the fruit carried by the Buryeag tribe received less for each and every one.

But still, I couldn't stop smiling.

There's no booze, there's not much food. But...

Toton, and the sound of a small drum pounding.

Cut it to the skin, the string was played and someone sang it out.

Sing, play, dance.

Whether it was booze or food, there was art, music.

Open from the liturgy, biting the meat in a tickle, were the collectors watching the feast, but to this pleasant sound the tail of snow and white beats the sand in an upbeat mood, and Azlona mimics it and moves the tail in a pinch.

Yobi noticed that Azlona's tail clap was subtly uneven, but he didn't say anything, he was just smiling.

"- I can't help it. Let's swallow this too."

Liquor barrels deliberately carried by Irida on the ships of the brave men and brought to the flotilla. Break it and swallow it, and it will reach all of us, albeit slightly.

"It's good to have a daughter."

That being said, it was Yolanda, and Snow White, who offered the cup first.

I could hear the glorious bustle of an outside feast in a quiet indoor. It was already freezing cold outside, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with the bone race or the Buryeags.

The collectors, seated in the middle from such a feast, had been passed into the room behind the chief's house.

As I promised Mefri before my exploration of Yolanda, the collector was talking about Kaigbird, now Reciharm, to the best of his knowledge.

"... and well, here's what I know"

The collector told only the facts. Along the way, Irida captured it, and the keeper translated it further, etc., but there is no lie or falsehood.

The current situation in Caigbad, indiscriminate terrorism that seeks to rebuild the Autonomous Communities and Caigbad frightened by indiscriminate attacks. Persecution and discrimination are rampant even against second-class citizens outside the Autonomous Communities, but the top of the enforcers have now lost their legs and the moderates are in power. Never only those who persecute, but neither can they be optimistic. I told him straight, without hiding that situation.

Mefli, who listened, was visibly depressed.

"You didn't have any authority or power back then. I ran into the desert of death and just happened to pick up my life. The royal duty was fulfilled by His Majesty and Queen, and His Royal Highness to his predecessors. Your duty is to live and leave blood behind. You've done a fine job."

The king and queen of Caigbad, the king's sons and daughters, and even his predecessors, had been beheaded. The only thing that survives is Mefri, who was young at the time.

Nor did Mefri's expression change to Yolanda's comfort.

Yolanda looks like she's in trouble when this happens.

So my daughter, Elida, sends out a help ship.

"- So, why did you come all the way here? From Anquar to Malnova to Lesiharm. I heard rumors about you."

The collector talks about Irida's caring ride, since she left Ankhwar.

Snow White captured the hyena of the Green Hyena Fei Dragon , picked up Azrona and silenced the Lord of the Fei Dragon, collected herbs in the autonomous community of Bartis and was treated to a therapist's grandmother, always nestled in the pit of the ruins by being summoned by a forgotten God, from the general Adventure Tan spoke along with a painting of a slightly uneven journey on the land.

Even in this world, where there are many incredible phenomena, it seems that the Zao's journey was an odd one, gradually loosening the look on Mefri's face.

But yobi wasn't.

The darker my expression gets as the story progresses, and at the end of the day, I lean over.

Azrona looked up worried about yobi like that.

"- I'm sorry."

When the collector, who had finished talking at night, returned to his boat near dawn, Yobi, who had followed him alone, knelt down and bowed his head.

Suddenly, the collector scratches his head like he's in trouble, looking asleep.

"… besides the duel of Marnova, we presume that the daughter Fanf of the Rwandan family in Bartis caused an affair with your husband (Nyhanker). I caused you a lot of trouble because of me."

In the unexpected words of Yobi, the collector breathed.

Yobi was clouding his expression when he noticed about the fan, inspired by the story of his earlier collector.

I already had a fragment of the information. Rumors of a dueling noise between a bird-race girl fanff and a keeper at an association in Marnova. It also sounded familiar to me in the name of the girl, Fanf, who was allegedly killed by the mob that attacked Bartis.

There, the fodder told the story of the fight against the mob in Bartis and the rescue of a snow-white woman.

The collector hasn't said a word about what happened with the bird-race girl in Bartis, etc., but it's weirder not to think that there was' something 'between the collector and the bird-race girl in Bartis when Yobi combined the information he collected with Irida.

"... Your husband?

But enough, fifteen minutes and no response, even the yobi looked up at the collector.

There, he had the same look as himself.

A collector once drew me, the same look I had when I looked up at the moon.

A side looking up at a small bat flying towards the moon, sitting on the edge of a canoe.

A painting once painted by a collector and given to Yobi, and received by Yobi as it were.

I don't know how many times I've looked back.

Are you sad to drop off your dead child, pity yourself for not being able to pass away together, or mourn the helplessness you once failed to protect?

The answer was not forever, but the painting, staring countless times, burned in the eyes and now overlapped the expression of the collector.

But Yobi didn't know why you looked like that.

"... don't worry about it. It's my fault for sticking my neck in it. So you're safe."

The collector was inwardly perplexed by the unexpected sensation of resurrection, even if he manages to respond only to it.

Since then, if you haven't bought a woman, you haven't even held her. Because of this, even Estia's touch was vividly resurrected in this hand.

There is a stiff feeling of a hot body at the top and a cold body cooled with ice after a major burn.

Exactly, no matter how much Yobi checks, even the residents of Bartis don't know about the unnamed whore, Estia and the keeper.

Still sensing the existence of the only 'wound', Yobi wanted to asexually hug a collector somewhere along the way, but he hesitated because he didn't feel qualified to do so.

But you found out about such a yobi patrol, and Snow White stretched out his tail and captured the collector, and the yobi together. I pulled into that pocket, and I didn't know the rest, and I turned around and meditated my eyes.

Both the yobi and the collector were taken aback and slightly broke up with each other.

And just like Snow White, they meditated their eyes.

On the basis of such a collector and yobi, I slept with him - and Azrona also crawled, hugging him to yobi, and meditated his eyes in the same way.

Yobi wakes up hazy.

Though I slept near morning, it was now only after noon, and after another two hours it was dusk.

"... you've overslept"

The moderate room temperature maintained by Snow White's overly comfortable white hair and absolute peace of mind, and even the double shield of ice , was too comfortable. He may have also accumulated fatigue in an unfamiliar environment.

Looking next door, the collector was still asleep.

What was the look on your face yesterday?

With that in mind, Azlona, who was asleep leaning perfectly against Yobi, lifted her neck with a sleeping eye.

- Gyu?

"Shall I sleep a little more?"

As Yobi stroked Azrona's hyena with a small voice, Azrona, the sleeping eye, sweetly bit Yobi's wingspan agou, before meditating her eyes again.

While Yobi watched Azrona fall asleep, he was still thinking about the meaning of that painting and the expression on the collector's face before he went to bed.

A little before dusk, he woke up. The collector stood up not to wake Yobi and Azrona, sleeping beside him, scratching and stroking the crisp back of his thin-eyed, snowy little ear, before going outside.

Are you exhausted by the noise all night, the appearance of the settlement bone races is sparse, and that makes you feel the remnants of last night's feast.

Feeling the scorching outside air slowly loosening with the sunset, the Zao walked looking at the white and black paintings painted on the walls of the houses.

White is a chunk of salt rolling into the salt desert, and black is said to be painted with black chunks that have been burned and solidified for years by the incredible natural phenomenon of fire butterflies.

Many of them are technologically obsolete, such as geometric literary paintings, and occasionally mimicking warcraft, but I was more pleased with the temper to still paint in such a neighborhood than technologically nagging, etc.

The collector, who glanced at the one street painting, turns behind Mefri's house.

When I asked Mefri, she loaned me the wall behind the house with pleasure.

Inspired by the paintings on the periphery, the collector began to paint as impulsive.

White salt was magically compressed to one side of the wall to solidify, making it a white campus. I tried it with my mind, but because of the salt desert, the salt here could be consolidated in the magic of the earth's elite.

There, paint a dark white and black light.

With all my heart, Estia's painting.

The smile of a woman who smiles and talks to Bartis' Ray and Ekaitz that night.

So he was a collector who painted before the sun fell completely, but stared at the painting, and then walked away.

Then, from the shadow of the house, Yobi shows himself and looks at the painted picture as he drops off the back of the treasurer.

"... beautiful woman (one)"

But how can it be pathetic?

Smoky powdered snow.

The side of the woman who smiled.

I stare, as I miss the distance somewhere.

Is it because the sunset plugged into the painting?

Though Yobi thought so, he stared at the painting, feeling it wasn't the only one.

The wishes of the collector, and the regret of being involved. That's what the collector didn't mean, seeping into the painting. That's what Yobi felt, but there's no way he could tell.

Neither did the collector who drew this painting intend it. It happened at some point, and I don't know why it did. So I walked away, stuck it in my chest without knowing.

I don't think I'm glad I spoke the words of the dead on my own behalf. I can't even reopen the tragedy that I didn't put my hands down directly, but it's my fault, etc., and I can't even reopen that I'm not responsible for anything.

The collector wasn't even sure about himself, as opposed to Estia.

The only thing a collector could do was just draw it as an impulse, and leave it behind.

You're trying to understand the mood of such a collector at all, Yobi kept staring at Estia's painting until the sun went down and the painting was completely invisible.

The collector that night looked like Yobi, as he was the usual collector.

"- Thanks to you, I was able to reunite safely with my mother. Thank you. Thanks."

Irida, who was visiting the pod's boat with Yobi, bowed her head to the pod.

"I'm only an interpreter. Never mind."

"I heard that the Buryeags are a vigilant tribe. If you hadn't gotten along, maybe you wouldn't have met your mother."

That's what Irida always told me to take care of her. While the keeper itched, she received Irida's gratitude.

"So, what are you going to do now?

Tomorrow morning, the boat regiment leaves again.

"I'm thinking about staying in this desert for a while. Sounds like we'll be back in Lesi Harm in a while, but there's not much point in going back. Make a proper home somewhere, and welcome to Plappy."

This desert certainly has no law. Human rights and other sniffling habits are still alive today.

However, that's not why Reciharm, Mid Continent is better. Salehad, Ankwar, Malnova, Lesiharm, and the epitome existed both law and ethics, but were not significantly different from this desert if peeled off.

There are big stars in the Longhua kingdom, but it is the emperors of the Dragon race who reign in that country. I don't know when the spearhead of that power will turn to the possessor, no, snow and white. I also thought I was concerned about Livka in Lesiharm, but it's over now.

Then this desert is still better.

I used to try to hide somewhere in the desert, but now that I've silenced the Arwala, I don't need to do that either.

The power of snow and white works properly as a deterrent, and there is a cone called the Buryeag tribe, and sand currents come and go, if there is snow and Azlona, there is no problem. Without some kings with absolute authority, no nation would easily trample on them, such as individuals.

It is a choice that I would never have made before I was summoned to this world, but I felt like it was the best. Some parts say if you don't like it, you should flow somewhere again.

And there was another thing that bothered me.

"Plus they're here, and I want to see a little bit about what happens here."

Those are the brave men, and the people of the Mid Continent who have pursued them.

The other brave men found out about the treasurer. I promised to keep it secret, but there is no such thing as nonleakable information, and I have to keep an eye on what happens next. Depending on the thing, there's something to do.

Besides, if you think about Lesiharm, who invaded Caigbird, there can be no intercultural exchanges as tranquil as this, and no negotiations can begin peacefully. I felt unfaithful to meditate on it and follow this land. Even if you couldn't do anything.

"Right. I'm also thinking of doing a desert tour for a while. It's not bad to be in the same settlement as your mother, but it's a little cramped up over there."

The words of Yrida, who is not thin in love but seems to be a giant species with strong independence.

"... shouldn't I follow your husband? I'd like to repay you."

Yobi seemed to say that from the bottom of his heart.

The collector remembers buying yobi by saying, 'I also want slaves who will never betray me' and so on, and wants to get out of my face.

"I don't need that."

The yobi unfortunately got nagging and even Azrona soaked at the untouchable words of the treasurer.

"Oh, that's good, I guess I'll do the same for Atashi. Sometimes it annoys Nil a lot, and if you live in the city, information comes in. It shouldn't be a bad thing for the Nils either. You'd rather have a lot of fighting power, and snow and white would be more fun to have someone to drink with, wouldn't you?

Irida fires cover shots as she took Yobi's mood into account, and the word booze puts a snow white sleigh and a jaw on the collector's head.

The collector gave up and nodded, feeling the demand of snow and white for the moist weight of There is no clear reason to dislike it in the first place. The yobi word for giving back only inspires the facade of the treasurer, otherwise he is rather welcome.

"... take care of Azlona for a while. Sounds like I miss you a lot."

To the consent of the treasurer, Yobi stroked his neck as Azlona stretched his neck to Yobi's knee to sweeten it.

"May I take care of your husband?

I'm joking a little, but while the collector was about to take care of the Yobi atmosphere as it seemed if the collector nodded, - I restrained myself.

"... when I get a chance."

No, I'm barely able to restrain myself.

When the yobi laughed coughingly when he heard the fake authenticity of the zodiac, the zodiac felt like it was rolling like a good one, as he was told, and now it was time to get off the face of the yobi.

And then I plotted to tie Snow White's tail to the eight hitting moods, and I was uncomfortably subdued.

When I saw it, Yobi laughed again and wondered what Irida was doing.

The next morning, when the collectors told Nirufal and Farood what they had discussed, Nirufal bothered to consult the chief.

The Founding Fathers said a line would be in the form of an alliance of the Buryeag, which would connect them face to a relatively neutral and large oasis, not an Alwara power zone.

"So far, I've been stopped, but not from now on. Depending on the action, it can also mean breaking an alliance. I understand your nature, but be careful. And Elida and Yobi are still speechless. It's all up to you."

Nirufal stared at the collector.

"... do good"

Nirufal wrinkled between his eyebrows at what an uneasy answer the collector had, but looked at the snow white that was behind the collector and approached him.

"... Regards"

Let it be, so Snow White pounded Nirufal's hips with his long tail, and he struggled so far.

Thus, the collectors will accompany the Buryeags through the desert and the sand streams until they arrive at the oasis where they plan to reside.

Due to the fact that there were collectors this year, the dowry of Maryam, etc., the plans are significantly delayed, meaning that the move to Oasis will be about the time the moon is born anew, that is, about the head of next year.

There was also a seasonal problem that sand streams were not geared in the direction of the intended oasis, but preparations had already begun to mark the end of the year.

Loaded with salt in a settlement of bone race is also part of it, touring an area that is not an exaggeration when it comes to isolated islands in the sand stream, where supplies and water are exchanged. Supplies will also go to each settlement by further exchanging what has been exchanged.

Until the collectors leave the boat regiment, they will help to hunt and contribute to food security. I had a busy day collecting materials of melted weapons at the same time and asking them to create weapons in a hiding place in Dough, a dark dwarf that was not a place I had previously stopped by.

Time went by in such a hurry that the White Moon came to an end.

The Buryeags made their last berth of the year in a certain desert city.

The sun was already beginning to set when water was distributed and supplies were replenished, where a group familiar with Irida, heterogeneous in this desert, but growing up on the Mid continent, had sought contact with the Buryeag tribe.

"- This is Rafal, Special Inspector of the Kingdom of Albaum. Let me talk to the person in charge."

The words of Rafal, who seemed to be in charge of a group, were interpreted by Koske, who had the protection of the 'eyes of the earth (Universe Eye)', which was next door.

"- disarm and allow meetings with the chief if only one negotiator and his escort"

When the men in charge of protection replied as the chief had told them in advance, Rafal's line swallowed it without hesitation and was immediately allowed to meet with the chief.

Rafal securely dressed in blue military uniform. Its bright blonde hair is cut short, and the wrinkles that lean between her eyebrows on a sharp blue-eye seem to be military in any way.

Koske, who interprets next door, also wears a gray uniform similar to Rafal's, but he also helped make a plain stand and recruited or that's all he could see as an interpreter.

"- Friendship, and I want to enter into an agreement on the navigation of sand streams"

To summarise the negotiations that began with the name match, I ran out of this one word.

"There are things to be done here, too. Good relations with you are where you want them to be, but I can't promise that we will always go to the rescue of ships in distress. Either way, if we find a shipwreck in the sand stream, we'll rescue it."

Goudals, a beautiful and sturdy elderly chief, showed no flair or intimidation, and replied pale.

"I'm not willing to make a hassle of myself. Money?"

"It's not money. It's our way of life."

"I understand. But then we can't help our compatriots either. I want you to give up your knowledge of the sandstream and the map. With that, accidents can be reduced and more ships in distress can be saved. It won't bother you. Money, no. Pay as much as you want."

"- Unconceivable"

Raphal stared at the Goudalds staring at them, and the Goudalds looked back at it silently again.

"... ok. That's fine as far as rescue agreements are concerned. We need time to build trust between us."

Rafal retreated lightly.

"But the kingdom of Albaum was to have territory at the eastern end. If you think about the future, you should build trust."

"Whatever. I was surprised when I heard that I had reached the eastern tip of the land, but if there were no natives there, I would not deny having friendship with your country"

"If you doubt it, I'll invite you next time. Oh, just fine, what about exchanging friendly envoys with each other? I hear the Buryeags are a hard-to-reach tribe. What a convenience it would be if someone with some judgment could reside close to each other."

- I can't.

The Goudals denied it here as well.

I don't expect Rafal to snort there either, and I suggest another.

"If so, be sure to decide how to contact me, or where. We'll also need a rendezvous point for the rescue ship."

- I can't.

"... then I want you to remember the light magic and Morse signal. We can signal some distance."

- It's not necessary.

Once again, Raphal and Goudals' gaze bumps into each other, at least between the two.

But the Goudals did not retreat at all. Whatever proposal you swallow, it could compromise the safety of Anahita and the tribe. I don't even bother telling you now that I can't use spiritual magic.

The rescue of the shipwreck does not have to be refused, given Anahita's will, but otherwise it could not be conceded.

"... ok. Let's swallow your terms. But the sun's completely gone down already. I'll see you later for details."

"I'm leaving here tomorrow. If you're going to decide, I want you to decide today."

I'm not a negotiated opponent. Rafal took it to the harvest and decided on a fine part of the agreement, as Goudals put it.

The next morning, Rafal and Koske, who had packed the contents of the overnight agreement, went down the boat regiment and joined a group of Albaum kingdoms waiting in the city to leave.

"... have you finally left? That's a long time."

The collector keeps his back on Snow White's back and stretches his back as if he were going to do it on the bridge as well. Snow and white, treated with stretching equipment, bent his spine slightly and pushed the collector's face and legs from both ends.

Geez, to the groan of the keeper, Snow White was shaking his body even more, toying with the keeper as if it were also ringing in an instrument.

He is such a collector, but what he was doing during the negotiations between the Goudals and Rafal, he kept his ears clear next to the room he was negotiating in.

The funny thing about it as far as I'm concerned, it's not at all.

In the first place, the Buryeag leaders were studying Hayat and Thor, as well as the three northern countries headed by Irida and Albaum. There was no room for the collector to pinch his mouth.

"... by the end of the yellow moon next year, the first wave of colonization will be here."

Elida said when she heard what the collector had heard about the negotiations.

"Is it that early?

About two hundred days from now.

"The route must be confirmed to some extent. Even the album hasn't set foot on Dada in over thirty years. Besides, the real destination is further east. Well, for the time being, we'll invest in pioneering the East End."

The sand currents stop completely for two days, the hidden moon and the raw moon where it is called on the Mid Continent.

That happens several times a month, but in an extremely short time, it never stops for a whole two days, etc.

Plus, the sun hasn't plugged in at all for the last two days.

The convoy can't move, and Anahita's water freezes. For this reason, the Buryeags carried on the sand currents far from the desert, year-round.

The collector looked up at the night sky of the hidden moon with his pompous mouth open and his white breath leaking.

There was a huge white moon there that filled a third of the sky.

The white moon is gradually missing from the full moon.

"No, it's brilliant. This is what the moon looks like."

Is Irida accustomed to incredible phenomena in her long hunter life, and the surprise is small?

But this does not happen on the Mid Continent.

The inexperienced yobi and the like were totally dotted with eyes. He even felt pressured like being squashed by the moon, so he lost his temper.

In an extremely cold desert, a huge white moon.

It was magnificent, no too magnificent, as it slowly and twitchy lacked.

A tiny self seems to be poked at irresistibly, and the collector is pressured again. Next door, Snow White, and Azlona were also closing their eyes and looking up at the movements of the magnificent moon.

But it's also something I get used to on the second day, and Snow White was enjoying the last two nights as usual, no more than usual. It never gets hot, so no matter how cold it gets as snow and white, it wasn't comfortable.

However, because they were more frozen, to the extent that the collector and Azrona were better than reasonably hot, they both wore fur, and when muddy, they pulled it to the canoe, sometimes outside and disappeared from the white moon, watching the moment the pale moon was born.

Elida and Yobi stood still in the canoe like the other Buryeags.

The last two days have been a sacred day for the Buryeags, and it is assumed that the code should be faithfully observed without going outside except for rituals. Things like the events of the year, such as thanking each other and having a qualitative meal together, were also done on the boat.

And as for the keepers, they are caught in the canoe. Except for snow and white.

Snow and white are no longer more than guardian beasts. Running around in the sand stream at night somewhat, whatever it was, the code didn't involve Snow White, the warcraft, in the first place.

Nirufal and Farood showed themselves where such azurona and the collector were doughed in fur. It was just when the Ethereal Moon was born and half moon.

"- I do not give thanks for the guidance of King Kuro-hsien and the tears of mercy shed by the Divine Tree. I hope you will always shine brightly over your heads."

When Nirufal, wearing a black cloth from his head, told him so in the old language, Farood drooped a drop of red water on the forehead of the treasurer and Azrona, who were staring up at it all the time.

This is also part of the ritual, where the foremen will look around each boat to see if they are observing the code properly, and pray for a disease-free breath this year if they seem to observe the code.

Now the ritual was over, and the Nirufals were supposed to go to the next boat, but the two did not, and asked permission to enter the poacher's boat.

When the collectors allow it without being sure, the two sit face-to-face with the collectors.

"I was taken care of this year. I can't thank you enough for this, but thank you for accepting it."

I offered Nirufal what he was holding in front of the treasurer.

It was black cloth.

It was a large cloth of lightning and flame protection used in the settlement of the bone race, which was always looked upon with lust by the collectors.

The collector is bewildered but honestly thankful and weaves a black cloth. I have already weaved a dragon hua-style coat, but wrapped more black cloth around it from above.

"... hmm?

This black cloth was not just a black cloth woven in two kinds of warcraft leather. It was easy to imagine that a fur that seemed oddly sturdy was stretched inside and would have been made thinking about the possessor's bigoted defensive bigotry.

Farood whispers himself to the treasurer.

(... knitted by Nirufal)

I don't knit and give anything like this to anyone but my family, a Buryeag tribe with a strong sense of chastity. Whether that was romantic sentiment or not, it was certainly a sign of Nirufal's strong gratitude.

I didn't anticipate this, and the collector came to think of it and was in a hurry.

I remembered payback in the common sense sense sense, and as a desert culture, plus Nirufal had put a lot of trouble into it, and I wondered if there was any payback, but I'm not nearly one of them. There is meat in the food backpack, but only Snow White and Azlona are happy to receive it.

The collector desperately thinks, and comes up with.

I took the boomerang sword I had left standing in the corner of the room, and placed it in front of Nirufal.

I did the other one I made with you to Farsha, and it broke and it's not anymore. There was sentiment. But I hardly use it anymore.

"In return. Well, it doesn't compare to a black cloth."

More importantly, Nirufal, like Farsha, uses it to protect something. I felt like that was better than having it without even using it.

For some reason, Nirufal breathed.

He stares seriously at the sword in the hand of the collector.

"... you can see how to use the grip. It must be important."

"I can't use it properly even if I have it. You wouldn't waste it. Well, it's no big deal, use it to crush him."

Nirufal finally received a boomerang sword from the hands of a collector with no sign of pulling back.

"Let me use it until the blade is smaller"

When Nirufal said so and stood up, Farood also stood up and left the vaulter's room intact.

And a pale moon was born, and the night dawns.

I felt like it had been a strange long time since the sun had risen from the other side of the horizon, and the collector stared at it from the stern.

"... Coming"

Farood found such a collector, approached him and warned him.

"Coming?"

The collector turns his face to Farood and asks back, but Farood remains gazing at the horizon.

I had no choice but to look at Farood's gaze, at the end of the horizon that the collector had been looking at until earlier, - and the sun was gone.

If you look closely, there was enough to hide the sun.

- Grrr.

Snow White, who had been out somewhere all night, came back in a hurry and jumped into the boat.

The collector tilted his neck, yet again glanced at the horizon, and solidified.

A sandstorm pushed in.

As if the mountains themselves were covered with big waves of sand, the collectors also jumped right into the room.

The next moment, the boat shakes.

To such a violent momentum that even the boat regiment is likely to be knocked down by the side, the sailor rolls down the floor and is taken in the belly of a snow white. Azlona had already been secured with her tail.

For a while, the convoys were flirted with by a sandstorm.

It seems that even in these sandstorms the Buryeag men are working outside, and from time to time they also heard the roar of Nirufal and other bowmen.

How much time has passed since then, when the collector developed an unexpectedly creepy seasickness and was still trying to produce a tragedy from the oro and mouth, the sway of the flotilla stopped perfectly.

Fortunately, as the collector turns outside, he finally strengthens his body as if he remembers, to reduce seasickness. But the nausea I held once did not strike me, and I sprinkled the orange and sprinkled bait from the edge of the canoe.

Once again, the sun I haven't seen in a long time was strangely bright.

- Oh, my God.

The treasurer thought the snowy tail was on his head, and he gripped it.

But for whatever reason, it's a bit of a rush. And oddly stiff.

The collector saw it in his hand and hurried to throw it, looking up at the sky.

"Buh."

Yet another thing, it fell on my face.

Thousands of years. Eat well, make it a boat ingredient, make it a cat and it is a versatile ingredient.

That was the downpour.

"Give me a break"

To the unexpected mukadetrap of seasickness, the collector's heart broke lightly and returned to the cabin.

Thousands of feet wound up in a sandstorm.

The collectors escaped, but the Buryeags were different. Old and young jump outside and start catching Mukade at the same time.

Azlona, who smelled a delicious muckade from the body of the zodiac, crawls outside like a pepper and eats into the prey coming down from the sky, chewing it apart.

Besides, it's still something to devour further muckades, within a muckade in my mouth, so I finally swelled my cheeks wide like a squirrel.

- Kishor.

A giant thousand years of legs creates a great shadow in the flotilla.

White shadows jump and stagger before the Nirufals intercept.

I split Mukade's head and torso in two in an instant.

But it was still a thousand years old, but the heads of four people, including Nirufal, jumped up and flashed.

A thousand years of legs were further divided and each fell to the deck of the midboat.

The men and the women, the old men and the children pick up the muckade in fun.

Elida, Yobi, and even Azlona and Snow White were helping with that.

……

Farood silently offered the cup to the collector who was looking at it.

"Bitter."

The sole I swallowed while I could move on looked like the usual red water, but it was different.

"... can only drink today"

Sounds like tea you can only drink on the day of your new moon's birth.

When he thought it was coffee and fried tea, he could not drink it, and the keeper began to drink it with a little bit of chicken.

The Buryeag tribe picks up and collects thousands of legs for a thousand years.

A little kid feeds Azlona, who is helping, tens of thousands of feet, and Azlona is happy to eat them too.

Elida and Yobi spoke to Nirufal in awkward terms, and there appeared a bunch of neighborhood rumor-loving women, foolish that they were not Nirufal ladies, and Nirufal was rarely confused.

What an idyllic sight, the collector is about to fall into the illusion of even drinking tea on the edge, but the tea stops with his throat at at Farood's unleashed words.

"... the sword is a testament to engagement"

The collectors, who were having cultural clashes on a daily basis, were immediately reminded of the boomerang sword they had given Nirufal.

Protect your chastity with that sword until the time of your marriage. There was an old connotation that in case you get dirty, do yourself harm before you get dirty, but now it seems to mean waving that sword to the end and scratching your feet.

Farood asked me what it meant to give him the sword, and the collector swallowed the tea that was packed.

"... I know Nil"

Farood was unusual and I laughed with a lot of tea, I felt like it.

When Nirufal got the sword, he was surprised because he was suddenly given the 'sword' he thought he would no longer get, and he just got a little carried away, and he immediately understood that it was the collector's thing.

What Farood wanted to say was that he would not give the swords to the women cheaply.

"Tell me sooner"

"... it's not bad to be a clan"

Falloud's words that he didn't know if he was serious or joking, the Zaitor looks up to heaven.

There, there was a blue sky that pushed through.

It was a pleasant sky to think it wasn't bad either.