Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"... the idiots who can't even read the course of the times"

At the end of his initial negotiations with the Buryeag tribe, Special Inspector Rafal, who returned to his private room on the floating ship, sat down in a leather chair, elbowed and jawed to contemplate.

Negotiations were such a one-sided thing that they could not even be called negotiations.

Negotiations were separated in a short time, barely accepted this request and could only swallow the conditions offered, if we were not to be ashore in the desert long enough not to be invaded by other tribes.

The request to create a rescue unit for the ship in distress is rejected and rescued only if the convoy encounters the ship in distress. All the laws and rules on board in that case complied with those of the Buryeag tribe, and in the worst case, there could have been executions.

A number of other conditions were presented, but conditions were included that could not be assumed in the undisclosed tribes, and it was seen that they were in a cooperative relationship with the Hayats who contacted them earlier.

While claiming tolls each time, it is also difficult to do what is called a closed tribe that is not as greedy as the Alwara tribe that raids floating ships hiding their faces, but does not disclose any sandstream interests to others.

The unwillingness to negotiate at all, and the fact that we found ourselves in a cooperative relationship with the Hayats we contacted earlier, could be described as a harvest that is not even a harvest.

In the first place, the eastern end for the Albaum government was only a further bridgehead to the east, for which there was an urgent need to stabilise desert routes and a policy of not making things as rough as possible with the local people.

Minimum conditions had been achieved in that sense, but then it is the use of children.

I wanted to check with other rumored white high-altitude warcraft and western outsiders, but they didn't show up. Asked Koske, who was with me, white and pale hair had fallen, but other than that I can't even confirm the shadow.

Don't take all the trouble, Rafal knocks the trick and the desk with his fingers unconsciously.

Then the door of the private room was knocked three times so as to overlap its sound, and the door opened small as Raphal did not respond immersed in thought.

"... may I come in, please?

A woman in the same grey secret service clothes as Koske glanced small at her face.

Rafal nodded gently, with a wrinkle between his brows, but without seeing Lisa.

"... hehe, Seense"

Lisa Hayakawa, the Japanese name Lisa Hayakawa, was the brave man of the album with the protection of 'Ice Princess'. In other words, he has a lowered eyebrow, long dark hair stretched out to his back, and a typical Japanese face. It just usually entails a very pungent atmosphere, both male and female, that doesn't come close.

But now it was different.

He hugs Rafal for a small run with a reassuring childlike look and stares at Rafal with a hot eye.

"I thought I told you to call me Rafal here"

Rafal told Lisa that she would never change her face.

Lisa apologized as if she had zeroed and whispered in Rafal's ear.

Rafal's identity was that Gouda's protection changed his appearance with the magic fixture of transformation.

When I was in Japan, I was a physical education teacher, Tsuneichi Goda, and I was hired by the album by using the shelter of "double" to create my own identities as telecommunications. Now the main body is in the album, and the split is in a semi-colonial insteka west of the album. Insteka currently has a number of internal concerns and is allegedly unable to dispatch Gouda's identity across the Sauran.

But the actual power of Gouda is not 'twin', but 'split (clone)'.

Instead of being able to create myself and another oneself besides that, I was able to produce more than that. Regardless of the most single task, it was not possible to move more than three bodies at the same time, and the power of the split also decreased to the point of increasing the split. Even one-half of us had less than one-tenth of the power in the first place, so none of us were equal to combat power or anything else.

Thus Gouda falsely concealed the power of the 'split' as' amphibious', while on the other hand he used the magic of transformation to produce an album locals named Rafal, acting on his own behalf who could not move from the album.

The only person who knows this is Lisa, who is now in front of us.

Rafal asks to refrain, feeling Lisa on her back nostalgic for Gouda as if she were a child.

"Were you good?

"Hmm?

"They're not the only ones, Tajima's gone."

To Raphal's inquiry, Lisa was a little surprised and then immediately smiled pitifully.

"... where Mr. Rafal is, my place"

Lisa hugged him hard so she could stick to Rafal.

The brave men disappeared.

Not only from the east end, but also from the album.

Raphals, the crossing squad of the kingdom of Albaum reached the eastern end ahead of the Hayats.

Hayat entered from the southern detour into the eastern land, where the black dragon's nest was located, and entered from the northern detour into the eastern land, all at once reaching the eastern end, following a gap that was dealing with the black dragon.

After that, the Hayats also seemed to have shaken off the black dragon and reached the eastern end, but since then, the movement has stopped refreshingly. When boundaries are established in parts of the east so as to secure the southern detour, both noticeable contact and contact from insiders who have made them lurk will be interrupted.

Then a while later, even in the album, the braves disappeared. The brave men and their families escaped brilliantly, following regular meetings of the brave men and deceiving surveillance in the name of strict protection.

And whosoever now knew this at the eastern end knew only Gouda, or Raphal, who was in the album, and could know it.

"How long are you going to hold me? Let go of me."

"... lonely"

"You'll be back soon anyway."

In five days, Lisa will return to Guaza, the leasehold of Lesiharm. They were supposed to come back in two hundred days on a round trip, even in the long run, such as preparation and staffing.

"So, uh..."

A forcefully stripped Lisa leaks a lonely voice, but it took pleasure to be held immediately.

The next morning Lisa left Rafal's room in a good mood, but with a slightly lonely face.

He stared at Lisa like that until he couldn't see her back, with a face that seemed to cut the courskey he came to Rafal to report.

It's not like I don't have anything to say.

In the first place, a Special Inspector is a position created by Album senators who feared the rampage of the brave men in the privileged position of 'Special Agent', whose primary duty is to monitor the Special Agent.

However, in order to fully fulfil its role of monitoring the valiant, the greatest force of the floater, as a result of the great powers conferred on it, it would have greater powers than the chief officer of the crossing unit, the floater's captain, and all the negotiations with the local population, that is, for the future exploitation of the East, were to be carried out by Rafal, even among the floaters.

The captain himself didn't say anything about even having to wield power inside the ship, and did Raphal know what was going on around it, or did nothing to take away the captain's authority in vain.

Abuse of authority.

I can think of words like that, but if I saw Lisa's expression, I knew it wasn't, and Koske knew I was just a clown if I still made a scene.

Then, after some free time, I knocked on Rafal's room door.

"- There was also a raid last night. This damage is minor."

"Again. You know which tribe it is?

"No, I repelled him, but he got away. He also hid his face."

"Right. Okay."

After making some other reports, Koske left the room.

Rafal tours the idea.

Perhaps the raiders are of the Arwala tribe. I don't know how many times already.

On the other hand, I thought it was depressing, and I was sure there were gaps to put on.

Apart from government policy, Rafal had something like a secret order from a faction to which Rafal belonged.

mastering rights in relation to desert navigation and the eastern edge of the Sauran continent;

It is extremely vague, but there is no real-time communication, so this is the form of the order.

Large countries like Hunter Associations, Explorer Guilds, and the Northern Trinity have hidden remote communication methods, but they are a substitute for considerable time logging, and installation took a lot of work.

In addition, there is no one present in the Albaum government centre who knows that Rafal is the protector of Gouda, and therefore cannot order it through Gouda.

"... a slave"

There are slaves in this desert. Then I thought of it as information, but the Alwara and other tribes also want knowledge of the sand currents of the Buryeag. There's no way I'm giving it to you, and there can't be anyone who hasn't thought of it that way before. In fact, as a matter of fact, there is not even a Beryeag slave or anything like that.

In such a land ruled by violence, the Buryeags have not spilled any knowledge of the sandstream and any maps. It's not easy to get.

But if we can get it, it will be possible to hold huge interests in this pioneering project in the eastern part of the Sauran continent.

There was no way to miss this, even if it was somewhat different from government policy.

Having successfully completed the year, the Buryeag tribe passed through the interior of the Duoff before shoring off to settlement Moro, a branch to the southern detour.

It was once a place where I broke up with the braves, and another season and a half had passed since then.

Here with the collectors Elida, Yobi descends the boat regiment and heads to Ubar, the city of Oasis, just beyond the huge dunes behind Moro.

"- I want to examine the impact of that country. And I need to introduce you to the chiefs of Ubar."

It was decided that Ubar would be accompanied by Falud and the men of the Fourth Boat, headed by Nirufal.

Proceed with a huge detour through the huge sand dunes.

Not so much, a different world popped into the eyes of the treasurer.

A huge valley reminiscent of the Grand Canyon, which suddenly appeared in the desert.

The large oasis in its valley is thriving with grass trees such as green and red, dotted with countless sandy houses and tents around it.

Further into the reddish valley, the cliffs soared there.

"You can see Ubar in front of you, and the cliffs that lie ahead of you down the valley are the Black Dragon Cliffs."

He said the distance from the cliff is far and that black dragons rarely attack the oasis.

"Ubar is an oasis gathered by those who disobey the Arwala tribe in the north. Once contentious, now some settlers and nomads coexist from the threat of the Alvara"

While translating Nirufal's explanation into Yrida and Yobi, still speechless, the collectors approached Ubar.

A number of bright red coconut large trees with similar nuts drooping in the hive disturbed, making sure to sew between them so that the slaves worked and a few with two horns on their thin green skin supervised it.

There was one big tent in such a red coconut field.

- Long time no see, Farood.

Vafa, a ghost with light green skin and chief of the Karoof clan, exchanged greetings with Farood, but his eyes were poured on his companions standing behind Farood.

Except for the colour of the skin, it is very similar to the Alvara, but its clothing was very different. Vafa wears precious metals and jewels to dress in white piercing clothes, and the sword on her hips is also elaborately crafted.

Unusual objects were also embellished in the tent, and the wealthy of the Karoof tribe could be seen.

"... I want them to live here"

Farood said so without any public talk or anything, and offered him the pure gold sachet he had brought.

"It's Farood. I know you're a great warrior who won't slap you in the mouth for nothing, but then I don't know. Explain the White Guardian Warcraft out there."

Seeing Nirufal refrain behind Farood, who has the face why he doesn't know, Vafa asked for an explanation.

"May I explain to my brother?"

After putting a no in Farood, Nirufal offered Vafa that.

I wish I had done this from the beginning, but if I had gone under a tribe that was not cordial with the Buryeag tribe, negotiations other than in an emergency would have to be men. It was more a courtesy of this desert than a common sense of the Buryeag tribe.

When Vafa nods to Eagle Deep and shows it, Nirufal comes forward and introduces the collectors.

"Klund, Yobi and Irida from the right. Outside is Yukishiro, who defeated Jamshid, and his adopted son, Azrona. Treat me as our ally."

Vafa was surprised by Nirufal, who said he was perfectly equal to the Buryeag tribe, and saw the collectors.

Giants and bat women on a little guy. But the women are stronger.

At first glance, it only looked like Vafa, but what each wears is not the usual thing.

The weapon reveals the power of the man.

In this desert, where barter still prevails, there is rarely any such thing as a powerful Warcraft weapon. Many of them wrap themselves around chiefs and warriors to show their power around them for their tribes.

In particular, the Irida's arsenal was just renewed and extraordinarily remarkable.

Irida bears the 'Rainbow Bow (Ill.)' and 'Star Spear (Sele.)' obtained in the ruins, and she wears leather armor that combines the material of the plant based keepers that Irida defeated with the material of the Warcraft on the road. The basic design, based on red and black, exposed the shoulders and chest to a large extent, had changed to something more wild.

Yobi also wears leather armor of the same material as Irida, but the design, which exposed the armpit to the flank to a large extent, remains the same. However, from the knee down, he wore "red crystal shoes" made of "red wafers", which were once scattered with jamsides.

Incidentally, the collector also had a bottle of Kukri knife made duoff instead of the boomerang sword he gave Nirufal. However, when it comes to the Kukri knife, the body is thick and the cleavage is dull. It should also be called Kukri Kukri, which allows the collectors themselves and the possibility of living in the mountains again in the future, to pay for grass and crack firewood. The bigoted defensive thought of taking enemy weapons from the front, not knowing anything about swordsmanship, only using it as a simple way to swing them down, wipe them off, or cut them up, was greatly influenced.

Some dressed strangely, but each of the three could not have been insulted or otherwise, as the mutant species of guardian warcraft and young flying dragons, who wore the kind of weapons worn by the chief class and repelled jamsids there, were withheld.

"Where are you going to live? Guardian Warcraft, there's no better place for your lord to live."

Vafa, hearing about the collectors from Nirufal, pretended to be calm, and finally squeezed out so.

If you are an ally of the Buryeags, you can trust them. But this oasis didn't have any good land to give to the rest of us.

"I want you to lend me a house somewhere in the city. The pure gold my brother tried to give me contains that share."

"No. Put a tent outside the city if you really want to. I'll give you the tent."

Nirufal frowned between his eyebrows, but tried to nod rather than drop it around here.

"- No rock walls next to that oasis?

So the collector pinched his mouth.

Though surprised that the Zodiac spoke fluently the language of the land, Vafa glances at the Zodiac.

"Kid, don't pinch your mouth without a name."

"Excuse me. I'm a collector. But this is still spiritual magic, no magician."

"Damn, you're losing your back. But those rock walls are stiff. Even our magician can only polish the surface. You think you can do that?

Vafa yells and scatters as the collector returns a little less confident.

"You're a heck of a guy. It's him. Shit, if the others will, you can try. But if you can't, I'll throw you out in the desert."

And the keepers left behind the tent of the Karoof, that they might be cast out.

"Are you okay?"

Nirufal asks the collector as he heads under the next tribe.

"I guess. Well, I'll have Snow White do the worst."

When the collector says so remembering the cave expansion of the Parent Warcraft he once showed in Snow Mountain, Snow White, who was starting to get sick of rising temperatures, peppers the back of the collector's head with his tail so as not to scold him all the time.

"I'm sorry. We need to go around three more times."

When Nirufal, who perceived Snow White's grumpy reason, said so with regret, Snow White wrinkled his nose and looked disgusted, but soon he bumped a double shield of ice from the collector and put it on his head and began to cool off.

The collector looked equally hot. Azlona looks happy when he puts a double shield of ice on Azlona's head.

"This is the easiest time to spend. It's cool enough for us."

In this land, where the daylight may routinely cross fifty degrees and reach sixty degrees, the Ethereal Moon, which may even fall below forty degrees, was an easy time for the people of this desert.

Then the collectors who circled the three remaining tribes and attached their consent to emigration under the same conditions as the Karoof tribe turned to the rock wall just outside the oasis.

The valley, with its reddish rocks, was so vast that the flotilla could sail side by side with two or three instead of one, but rock walls stood softly on both ends of it.

The rock wall where the zodiac said he would live is close to the oasis and would be a better place to migrate if he could dig the rock wall than any other.

But the four tribes that received the Founder's proposal did not believe in fine dust either, such as being able to do so. That he just put up the face of Snow White, a request of the Buryeag tribe and a powerful guardian warcraft.

The Kaluf chiefs had threatened to throw them out into the desert if they could not, but they were not actually willing to implement it and were going to withdraw that bet to welcome the collectors, accept them as guests and sell favors to the Buryeag and Snow White by offering them a home.

That was the same for the other three tribes, which already had four tribes aligned and towed together on the rock walls of the planned resettlement.

Former nomads and now fixed residents, the Karoof tribe is characterized by light green skin and ghostly horns.

Swaddle tribe living as a living fixed inhabitant, with just confusing characteristics with Minotaur.

And the Azreya with the characteristics of the Voldo and lizards of the beast race with the characteristics of the wolf, a leading nomad.

Originally these four tribes were leading tribes in the south, but formed a coalition against the rising Alwara tribe. But it quickly disintegrates. Once again, where we tried to fall into such a retaliatory battle as we once did, the Buryeags would enter between them, and a delicate equilibrium would arise and flourish in this uber.

There were also geographical factors that made the desert terrain slightly altered and the southward descent of the Alwara more difficult, but the aspect that the value of this oasis was diminished and the fatal strife diminished because of the Buryeag tour of the desert was immeasurable.

That's why the four tribes were plotting to sell favors to the collectors, allies of the Buryeag -

The collector shredded the rock wall with the utmost lightness.

Drill a hole in the rock wall and build a passage about your own height.

"Well, if you don't bend your back, you can't get through."

The passage was wide enough for snow and white to pass, but not high enough for Irida to pass through.

The collector apologized and immediately expanded the aisle and went further back.

"That's the magician? ……

All four tribes have even forgotten to admire it flashly.

Every tribe had a family that specialized in spells, but I didn't know any more spellmakers to use spells.

Isn't it the Omake of the Guardian Warcraft, the Chiefs began consulting with Gognogonho on an unexpected development, and as a result, the resettlement of the Collectors was to be allowed.

There were some conditions, but they were all decent, and I accepted them as collectors.

And the demand on the part of the collector will also be accepted.

After the four tribes left, the collectors stopped digging once they had dug the rock walls and made thoroughly passageways, shared spaces, and their own private rooms.

Elida, Yobi, Nirufal and Farood will be seated in the shared space with the collectors.

The other men and women said they had returned to the boat regiment first.

"It worked out just as well as I thought, were you glad?

"I need a job anyway. Enough if you can get fur, carpets and food for the exchange terms."

Migration conditions included the use of spells to contribute to each tribe. Though it's a contribution, it's impeccable because you get daily items in barter.

"Fine then. Nevertheless, there has been a lot of influence from the West."

Nirufal looked sinister.

The chiefs were dressed in beautiful finishes and precious metals made in the western countries, decorating their tents with delightful facades of magic like child deception.

"Whatever the fine workmanship is, that magic fixture is. I can't match those kids' toys with jade gold or amber gold."

Magic fixtures using published autonomous magic, also depicted in the magic books held by the collectors, are not regulated by the state and are therefore sold in the city as a slightly more expensive toy for children.

"Having something rare can only show wealth and power. We were taught about the west by you and Hayat, but they do not know. Let's do it the way we did."

"You want to know who sold it and what the intent was to sell it"

Even in the Kingdom of Rattana, Yobi had not forgotten that the Earth's knowledge of casinos shook ferocity.

"He was hooded and didn't seem to know. It's just that he was fluent in his words."

A brave man, or an albumian using a magic tool of rare translations? Both are possible.

But whoever it was, the exchange itself cannot be stopped. So far, the proviso goes, but it's certainly worth it in the desert today.

"Take care of the collectors, too. No matter how much trouble you can create with a country in the west, if you're honest about it, they won't accept it. First of all, credit, and profit must be preached."

After paying such attention, Nirufal explained to the collectors some precautions for living in the land.

When the sunset slipped out into the entrance to the rock hole, the Nirufals returned to the boat regiment.

"Don't take frivolous action though. You're the only one I can talk to here."

Shortly before returning, the collector was told that by Nirufal, and how many supplies he received.

Tons of salt and water, mites. And fur that can be used for both cold protection and bedding. As far as salt and water and food were concerned, they had already been brought in by men.

"Bye. I can't tell you when it's coming next, but I'll be sure to come and see how it goes."

The collector drops off the hindsight of the Nirufals before returning to the rock hole, fine-tuning the interior with the help of Irida and Yobi, who are not good at spiritual magic. So, I noticed.

"... Oh, did I leave you alone"

Even though the collector noticed the forgetting, okay, he tried to collect it the next time he saw him, and forgot it as it was.

"Well, swallow."

At some point, Irida takes out a large leather bag that she seems to have exchanged with a tribe somewhere and sits in the enclosure in a shared space. They've deliberately exchanged gestures and gestures because the words don't make sense.

The Iridas also bring precious metals brought in from the Mido continent, and there is no difficulty in life for a while.

"... that's silver"

Liquor is poured from a leather bag into a stone glass made by the collector.

Condensed sweet smell and strong alcoholic aroma. And for some reason, it is exactly like mercury.

- Cheers.

Elida and Snow White snort the stone liquor cup, saying it's not something we learned about the collector's confusion or anything.

The collector and yobi looked at each other before gently containing them in their mouths.

My tongue burns and my mouth rots sweetly.

The collector immediately creates a jock of stone in a flavor that looks like it's going to be stuffy, then puts the liquor in it, divides it with water, and cools it.

Then it became something of a sweet beer without carbonation and somehow became a swallowable substitute.

When I look at it, I look at it like a yobi with his mouth suppressed begging.

"That's a little sweet."

When Elida says so, Snow White snorts Yeah, but it's not that easy.

It is a common fruit liquor in this land called Red Coconut Wine (Marac), but the alcohol is too high. It's not about vodka. Azrona just licked a little and went down hello.

"Looks better that way. It'll be gone soon."

That said, Elida sprinkles water from the water pot prepared by the collector, and with it breaks the liquor.

Snow White cooled it down and started snoozing and drinking with Irida.

"... that's going to be a long time"

The collector and yobi looked at each other and laughed small, wondering if they could help.

The morning after he moved to Ubar's rock wall.

Azlona was winged by the oasis from within the dawn.

It had been a year and a little since the collectors had picked it up, and Azlona's body had grown considerably.

The more adults of the race, with the exception of wing arms, are already young dragons. The large monocular eye retains its cuteness when it was a young dragon, but the scales of the grown body were firmly hardened and hyenas were like male lions for even longer.

However, sometimes I grew up and still didn't like flying in the sky, and this is how I was specially trained.

Azrona tries to convey her intentions to the bones of 'Red Bone Assault Armor', hovering accordingly.

but it spinned sideways for a spin.

- It's a little strong on the right.

Yobi, who watched, speaks.

But again, Kuru.

"Now the opposite is strong, ahhh"

I accelerated all at once and stuck it out of my head in the desert.

Yobi did not lend a hand to Azlona, who rose in tears. This is also for Azrona.

Azrona worked hard and started hovering again.

He was a collector who came out of a rock hole looking careless there, but when he saw Azrona working hard, he signaled Yobi only with his eyes before going out.

Though not enough to throw up a curse, the collector who left the rock hole feeling the remnants of last night's liquor on his body was visiting the Karoof tribe with light green skin and horns.

It seems that the chief Vafa is still asleep, and that he has not yet been instructed to ask the collector, so the collector was shown the red coconut field until Vafa woke up.

That was the ingredient of last night's liquor, and I stepped in looking at the bright red coconut field and pulled my foot in a daze.

The oddly soft feeling was the dead red coconut leaves laid over the sand.

Entering the red coconut fields as they were, the slaves were still working today.

From the top of a coconut tree as if it were a big tree, the red coconut fruit drapes down as if it were a hive. This red coconut fruit was actually made into a house like a grape, and it was called Goulah with about one of the fruits of a chicken egg.

A Karoof man cut it off with a long patterned mowing sickle, and the slaves carry it. He also collected bulk gulas and naturally fallen gulas the moment they fell.

The slave-like grief we once saw when we prevented looting is devoid of fine dust.

Of course it cannot be called a smile, but that is the same as when the zodiac worked in Japan. Work to live, be used. Seventy percent of the time is not much fun, but not so much hard work. It is such a thing.

The treasurer, who could not deny that slaves were there as an unchangable reality, kept staring at them surviving in the misadventures of their birth.

"- Totally yesterday. I didn't know he was coming today."

The collector looks back at Vafa, the chief of the Karoof clan, in his offensive whisper.

"You'd better hurry. It's not just your place."

One of the conditions for residing in that rock hole was cooperation by spell.

"Shit, okay. I want you to do it the same way you did yesterday. Build me a rock hole where I can keep women and children hidden in case. Probably the same with the swaddle guys."

"How big is it? I don't know how long you are, but it's tight in a day when it's a hole where you can hide all the women and children."

"Right... how about a goulah for ten for every shredded size for one woman?

"Okay."

When the collector nodded in words, Vafa gave a distorted grin that he had done it.

But when a young man like his son, who was holding back behind him, hears it, it doesn't seem funny.

"... Shit, don't snort at the word. Damn it, if you're not Fall and Nil's allies, you can still use them."

That's what they said, but the collector was feeling a little sorry for him.

Probably Farood or Nirufal told me that, but I wonder if I would have done anything to get that far.

"No, that's fine this time. Instead, tell me about this neighborhood."

"... is that okay? Whatever you want."

I thought it would be a little more negotiating, but the collector was a little surprised that it had gone so far.

Although it can be attributed to Farood and Nirufal, he did not feel as greedy or fierce as the Alwala tribe either in the matter of the migration permit or from this matter. I could be a merchant in one way or another, but I also felt like I was keeping violent things away. Is it more disgusting than peaceful?

Feeling that, the Caveman attacked Vafa questioning him with enough holes in the rock wall to get paid by his son where Vafa escaped and head to the next tribe.

Speaking of what Irida and Snow White were up to back then, they were stuffy on their bunks.

I didn't go back to my room last night, I was a lida who drank snow and white as it was, but at the end I swallowed red coconut liquor with raw wine and it crumbled.

And after noon, when he woke up, he was hungover. Naturally, I swallowed high alcohol red coconut liquor over seventy degrees.

Red coconut wine is made by brewing goulah, but it was a substitute for being so high in alcohol that it was not necessary to distill at the original stage.

"Ahhhh, it's been a long time since I've done this to you..."

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Elida and Snow White gave a distressed look as they raised a groan from the B lady.

"Are you all right? Water."

- Geez.

When the trained yobi hands over the water, the two woke themselves up to drink up in a breath.

"Hmph, huh? What happened to Klander?

"To help you under the Karoof tribe. They say if they have time, there will be others around."

"... right. I'll let you sleep a little more."

When I say that, I borrow my snow and white tail and pillow it, and then I lay down in a mess again.

Snow White also had one big stretch before meditating on his eyes.

Yobi started Azlona's special training again by doing his chores until dusk as he packed and slept on the floor from then on.

But Azrona still goes around twirling. Even though all this had to do was get used to it, Azlona's temper gradually shriveled as well.

- Gee...

Azlona leans down and stares at the water.

Yobi strokes Azrona hyena like that, but being comforted makes Azrona almost cry even more.

"... Shall we swim? You like it, don't you?

Are you sure? And to Azlona looking up at Yobi, Yobi nodded.

They say if you don't even get dirty, you can swim enough. Rather than that, that was the condition sought by the collector.

Azrona paid him to sand his body, then jumped into the lake of the oasis, and Yobi followed it again.

He wrapped his arms around Azlona's neck, and Yobi joined Azlona and swam.

Anquar's massive Warcraft disaster also uses the 'echo positioning' of the race traits to foe underwater. Underwater is not bitter at all for Yobi.

Azlona swims underwater and circles around yobi, as if it were a fish that got water.

There just the collector returns home and stops.

With an oasis stained with cedar, a yobi with his hands around Azlona and her neck jumps up like a dolphin.

The figure is unanalogously fantastic, and the collector unconsciously retrieves the miscellaneous book.

And I kept painting until they stopped swimming.

Thus nothing happened, and life began in Ubar.

A boat where the collectors lived for about three seasons. No one lives there anymore.

A man with an indiscreet eye. You looked like you didn't know what you were thinking, but you were terribly emotional. He was a decent man, repeating his objections until he was convinced, and still wasn't convinced.

Snow White who never abandons such a collector and protects him. Honest and nostalgic Azlona.

Elida and Yobi were also concerned women. I haven't had to feel comfortable in my position since Maryam, and at some point my shoulder was out of strength.

"... you can't. I'm relaxed."

I realize I'm getting a little sentimental, and I pull myself together.

Looking at the corner of the room, there was one painting left about shoulder-width on the canoe wall.

Morning burning desert.

That's all that's depicted.

Nirufal also knew that the zodiac liked this view, but there is no woman. With the exception, the collector only draws women. Even if you paint a view, there's a woman somewhere in there.

No matter how much I thought about it, I didn't know what this desert intended, but I just didn't feel like throwing the painting away, and took it straight back to my boat.

I kept the painting I brought back appropriately round, but sometime Farood decorated the wall with the painting.

Farood looks like he's entered a special outer air, rarely breaking up with each other, staring at it.

If you liked your brother, Farood, you didn't have to peel him off, and Nirufal and Farood's boat were to be decorated with two paintings.

There's a painting of the morning burning desert and a painting of Maryam sitting on a boat and Nirufal standing as a bow.