Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"... is it a little hot"

With his hands together, the collector, who was looking up at the sun, which was rising heavenly, took off the black cloth that had been woven and circled it, making it look like a longhua-style coat with a thermoregulating function.

Next to it, it's better than the desert, so that Snow White can set the rules, and Azlona stretches her neck a lot, and she's intrigued.

Ethereal domes and blue meadows were spreading.

The meadows are dotted with cleaved giant table mountains, with native forests spreading at their roots. From the top of Table Mountain there was a series of waterfalls that made a loud noise.

All scales were vast, in a different sense from the planarly endless desert.

This place crossed the sea from the eastern edge of the Sauran continent, further ahead.

"Southwest" in "The Demon Continent".

It was a new continent recently discovered.

A collector who carried out a blockade of tribal coalitions to push over in order to escape the Buryeag flotilla.

Snow White defeated Jamshid and managed to succeed in the boat regiment's departure by earning time for "just over a dozen minutes" when the Buryeags struggled.

However, the wounds in the battle, the many poisons scattered by themselves, and the extremely cold air created by ice sperm magic aimed at absolute zero degrees also eroded the body of the builder.

Snow White and Azrona rescued the fallen collectors between the Boat Regiment and the Tribal Coalition, transporting them to Irida and Yobi, who were gathering information at the eastern end, and by the dedicated nursing of Irida and Yobi, Snow White and Azrona, their lives were saved. but -.

It took me about a season (one hundred and one days) to manage to move my body around, about fifty days before I could have a general life, and another hundred and fifty days from there before I regained my physical abilities and inquisitiveness as a hunter. No, it might have been hard to say I got it back completely.

The depletion of magic, a side effect of the thirst pills that allowed us to continue fighting all day without rest, and the unexpected toxicity with which the poisons acted against each other seemed to have caught our tails.

Moreover, the sequelae remained.

I lost more than half my left ear due to a spear wound I received when I fought the abduction unit of the album. Its scratches, which run from ear to cheek, linger and sometimes become drawn. All four fingers on his left hand, except his thumb, had also been lost by frostbite, and he had become plagued by headaches that seemed to be the effect of poison.

The collector himself, I don't deny that he is a 'hippo' of snow and white, but the first hundred and fifty days or so after the wound, he had become not only snow and white, but also brilliantly a 'hippo' of iridas and yobi.

Snow White had taken care of the hunting and warfare sides, and Irida and Yobi had even taken care of the physical as well as the economic side.

You can't have your head up anymore.

Although Elida and Yobi used to laugh at each other because they were being looked after by snow whites and collectors when they didn't even know what to say.

But no matter how thick the collector is, it's not good as it is.

He rehabbed to get his share back when he was asleep, and after he regained his physical function and understanding, he did his job at Ubar.

Within doing so, the moon became the Zhu Moon, about to celebrate almost a year from that Alwara uprising, but during that time, the Buryeags never once showed up in the desert.

The sun set abundantly, and the scorching desert was completely chilled, wrapped in the book of the night.

Around the enclosure in Ubar's rock hole were the Caveman and Snow White, Irida, Yobi, and Azlona, who had completely become Chenglong.

"A new continent..."

Irida and Yobi, who work as hunters between the eastern tip and Ubar, where the countries of the Mid Continent settled, have purchased such information.

The desert continued to change visibly, with floating ships entering and leaving again and again at the eastern end, and many Mid-continental officials appearing in Ubar, enlivening commercial activities and the entry and exit of hunters.

In the meantime, the Iridas, who go both to the circumstances of this desert and those of the Mido continent, had become famous for having received requests from the eastern edge, in consultation with the leading Ubar figures, and for doing enough of requests from the eastern edge, without clashes with the local population.

Those are the Iridas who made it possible to obtain the latest information called 'The New World', which only a very limited number of people know.

"It's strange you don't know who discovered it."

About two years after the countries of the Mid Continent reached the eastern tip. The eastern end of the road is halfway through, but the harbours and bases that serve as a stepping stone for further east expeditions were complete.

Based there, further east from the eastern edge of the Sauran continent, a new continent was discovered.

Commonly known as the "Demon Continent".

The world was shaken by more shocks than it had reached the eastern end of Sauran.

"... Can't we smuggle?

Irida looks suspicious at the suggestion of the abruptly pompous collector. Yobi next door was stroking the Azrona hyena he was putting on his knees, looking sorry to see if he had somehow guessed about the keeper.

"Oh, you know what? You're the same."

Then Elida, who guessed the circumstances, looked frightened, but did not deny the collector's suggestion.

"- I kept my word with the captain. I've known you for a long time. You can trust me."

Late at night, there was a figure of the collectors on the uninspiring coastline of one of the eastern ends.

At the end of the zodiac's gaze there was a large ship tucked in sails in the sea off the shore.

"I'm sorry. Take care of it so far, even smuggling."

"I told you one day, hunters are one another. The search for Atashi's mother was successful and she was able to live in this desert because you and Snow White and Azlona were the first to cooperate. Plus, the form is smuggling, but there's no law or statement prohibiting travel in the first place. There's nothing wrong with that."

The collector shook hands with Elida and then saw Yobi.

"... I could have taken care of you a little more, couldn't I?

Elida and Yobi still have a job to do. I couldn't keep up with the collector.

"... they took care of me too much. And I asked you to do me a favor. That's enough."

I almost slept in the first place. Snow White took care of a good part of it, but where I really needed people's hands, it annoyed Irida, and Yobi's.

There was no way I could stay here and help Elida or Yobi, but the collectors could not be in this desert, as they stand now.

"I Killed the Brave," "The Brave Without Protection".

When the Buryeags and Ubars negotiated with the countries of the Mid-continent, if the collectors were still nearby, they could have been used as bargaining material and poked at irrational choices.

What a great name for the fact that we are hiding those who killed Lisa Hayakawa, the brave man, and the Hayato scandal of the brave man without protection, his worth as a living witness.

Even though it is troublesome on either side alone, it can no longer be in the hands of the collector if it is both.

You better leave the fact of Lisa's murder, the fact that the brave man without protection was alive, because now you don't know who knows.

There was no arithmetic to come back to the desert well.

But if we don't solve this, we have to live frightened of something forever.

To move on.

Instead of leaving the desert to escape from something as before, to come back, it was a trip to the Demon Continent to get some thread.

"It's time to ask"

Speaking to Snow White, who was bidding farewell greetings to the Iridas, the collector spanned on its back.

Snow White grabs Azlona by the tail and jumps straight up on the spot.

As it was, it glided off to a ship anchored offshore.

A stupid big demon leopard flies into the sky on a ship docked offshore from land.

He is a captain who has known Elida for a long time, but was just amazed when he had to see it.

"... it's the captain's ballag. Are you Klund?

The captain had grown a beard of sorts and was about to be exorcised by Peter Pan everywhere.

"That's right. Nice to meet you. This is Snow White, and that's Azlona. Talk and you'll see."

The collector introduced the snow whites as he shook hands with the captain.

Snow White roars with one greeting, as usual, and stares seriously at the shabby beard of the evil man's captain even as he greets Azrona and Gyogi with his big obsidian eyeballs.

Balag stroked his head without being afraid of such Azrona, and looked at the possessor.

"You're not really going to the trading ground, you just have to get on the way."

As it stands, there is only one place where we can land on the Demon Continent, managed by the countries of the Mid Continent as a trading place and residence. There's no way the collectors can make this thing look like there.

"Oh. If I go as close as I've just seen, I'll go from the sky to the New World"

"Right. It's a place hardly anyone has ever been except for a place of trade. Be careful."

Thus the sailor was rocked by the ship, and for the first time in a long time he was plagued by seasickness, but by boat he made his way to the Continent of the Devil.

Then twenty days later.

Just around sundown, I saw the coastline.

During the voyage, there were no warcraft raids, and everything was fine itself except for the sequelae of seasickness and poison. It's only natural that Snow White didn't send the beast of the sea to kill him.

"I took care of you. Say hello to the Iridas."

"Never mind. I'm getting a thank you. Work."

While the captain replied so on the top of the Buddha, he was stroking the hyena of Azlona, which he had become completely friends with in less than the last twenty days.

As the collector crossed the snow and secured Azlona with his tail, the snow and white jumped to the sea at night without sound.

Black sea and sky.

The glorious Zhu Moon is just a little closer.

Only the land visible in the distance seemed to shine a slight light where it seemed to be a trading place, otherwise it seemed as if something huge black lay.

The zodiac looked at it blurry from the back of the gliding snow and white.

That's how the collectors occasionally arrived on the sandy beaches of the Demon Continent.

Ever since landing on the Demon Continent, Snow White has occasionally moved his ears, with a grin that can be both challenging and provocative.

On the Demon Continent, subdragons, a dinosaur-filled warcraft, walked wide and said there were many powerful species. Maybe Snow White is feeling it.

Nothing seemed to the collector, but I could only understand the feeling of the Spirit even more rough than in the eastern part of the Sauran continent. Greedy for magic, but difficult. So much so that I get tired of just making adjustments to the elementary spirit magic.

The collectors, for now, left the sandy beach and began southbound.

The further north you go and the closer you get to the trading grounds of the countries of the Mid Continent, the more trouble you will definitely have. I don't even have to go out of my way.

The immediate purpose is to rebuild the dull body and look for the equipment that was in the current body. spreading the sight and hearing and grabbing some thread. And then go along with the hunt for snow and white, and if you can get stressed out, fine.

"... if you're bald, that's dashi"

To that extent, he was bald, and Snow White slapped the face of the sawdust, and went ahead with a prick.

Azlona plummeted from the far elevation of the meadow that leads from the sandy beach.

The aim is a demon bird like the one who turned the ostrich down and his mouth flat.

The devil bird hasn't noticed yet.

No matter how bad Azlona is at flying, I won't take this off.

It should have been.

But the aim was only marginal.

Even though the devil bird didn't avoid it, Azlona pierces the meadow from her head.

It's a suicide bomber.

He was falsely upset by the roughness of the wind sperm, and also by the wrong transmission of his will to the bones of the armor.

The head is softly buried on the ground, Azlona.

I twist my body around as if squeezing a towel, but because of the considerable power of the sudden descent, my head doesn't fall out, I twitch with my wing arms and rear wing, and my growing and longer tail just shakes left and right.

Azlona was also in a hurry for this.

But the more in a hurry, the less it will fall out.

There, surprised by the sudden descent of Azlona, the devil bird, who jumped up and rolled off the ground, approached Azlona in an intriguing manner, stumbling upon the hyena sticking out of the ground with its flattened, large mouth.

Asexually tickled, Azlona turns further and waves her tail relying solely on the feeling of being poked, but the devil bird seems to have good footwork besides thoughts, which doesn't hit her at all.

Has Azrona gradually become pitiful, lying in the earth with Heron,... gibberish out.

The body grew to no lesser color than the original green hyena flying dragon, but I still didn't like flying. Its spirit doesn't seem to have changed since it was a young dragon, and it remains innocent and adorable.

The collector and Snow White, who were letting Azlona practice hunting, approached Azlona to pull out his body, clapping his shoulders, for Christ's sake.

As a loser, Azrona was only allowed to stare at its back as the devil bird slowly left.

The mouth is flat and big, the body is sluggish, and the devil bird can't fly.

Azrona fell into the earth disappointed by its hindsight, which seemed to be even whistling somewhere.

The treasurer comforts it, and Snow White strokes his head with a powerless child, but whether it was unnecessarily pitiful, Azrona hid her face with her winged arms, and became round.

"It's time to go"

Even if the collector says so, Azlona won't move.

"During the rebellion, is it too late? No, it's Azlona..."

daughter of an innocent, slightly younger man.

No wonder the period of disobedience came late. No, is there a period of disobedience to Fei Long in the first place or something?

The collector grabbed Azlona's tail, still messing with him if he had no choice but to do so, and dragged him as he drifted.

Thank you. I'm glad to hear that.

When he was a young dragon, he picked his tail and remembered the upside down story, and Azlona was dragged by the fun while he was round.

That's how I immediately spoil it, but the snow white looked back, but I didn't say anything and moved on.

Proceeding like that for an hour or so, the Founding Fathers' feet stop bewildered.

sleigh from the woods, a long neck, and a giant appeared.

Its mouth was chewing on the great trees, momentum as if eating the whole forest.

A long-necked herbivorous dinosaur, whose face and long neck are also like Brachiosaurus.

Is it a flying dragon, a sub-dragon, a dragon, or a dinosaur?

The collector was perplexed by his classification as a warcraft, and Azrona, who was about to fix his mood, also had a pompous open mouth and looked up.

You don't feel threatened by such collectors or anything, the chief dragon flattens the trees with burrows, and flattens them with pepper as if eating even carrots.

Then, Snow White's eyes narrow softly.

It seems that the attitude of having a carnivorous self but not in the eyes scratched Snow White's pride.

Snow White lowered her posture when she was just hungry.

Contrary to frustration, the signs of snow and white diminished, making it completely invisible to the collectors as they entered the woods from the meadows.

And the chief dragon rocks.

At the same time, a tremor is transmitted at the foot of the treasurer, a wobble stepped upon by the chief dragon.

Snow white devoured by the chief dragon's neck, the chief dragon shaking it off and its long neck.

In a sudden commotion, a little warcraft rushed out of the woods.

But the bitten snow white, the bitten chief dragon, was also stunned.

Snow White captured the chief dragon's throat completely, but his skin was thick besides his thoughts and not completely tight.

It seems that the chief dragon had never met such a strong creature with such a small body, and it was at the extreme of the confusion.

Snow White immediately turns his tail around its neck and tightens it tightly.

I don't use ice or soil because it could have attracted other warcraft.

Warcraft is sensitive to spiritual magic.

Basically, it's something that senses signs of spiritual magic and escapes, but if there was a warcraft that preys on this chief dragon, it could detect and attack spiritual magic. I wanted to avoid that.

The Chieftain dragon, which can be tightened tightly at the critical, also uses his full strength to slap his neck against the trees and the ground.

But Snow White shifted his body with his neck tight and avoided a clash.

Blood flow and breathing stopped, the chief dragon finally falls and falls into the woods.

After a while, the sheikh dragged the snow white out of the forest. The dragon was huge.

A long tail and neck as much as that on a body like a couple of African elephants joined together. The skin is stiff, with a skeleton line of rhomboid bones on its back.

Snow White was looking down at his prey like he was proud to beat Humphrey as he leaned his torso and drained blood from his neck by lifting the ground.

Totally in a mood, Azlona stares at it with glittering eyes.

Yes, I hope that's it...

- Guru...

A little taste and a snow white with meat on the neck raises a regrettable roar.

With Snow White's permission, Azlona, who, as usual, tried to eat from her belly, also remains bitten in the belly, roaring with goosebumps.

Stiff.

Even though it is only a little meat, it is as if it chewed thick salted meat.

Snow and white still seemed to be able to keep chewing and eating, but even the skin didn't seem to rip through to Azlona.

"... stiff"

The collector also thinly peels the meat from the neck where the snow and white fangs have been ripped off, and sears it thoroughly before trying it, but it is stiff.

- Ugh...

The collector stopped Snow White from trying to turn over his belly, either to put up with his gut alone.

"Would you like to cook some?"

As Snow White and Azrona stare at the Zodiac with glitter and anticipation, the Zodiac sweats cold that if this fails, he's going to be marcassed.

Still, the collector gets a little help from Snow White to sharpen the meat from every part of the giant Chieftain Dragon.

Everywhere is stiff. Even if it was as thin as half a piece of paper, it was still stiff, and the jaw of the collector was exhausted, but not meat that I couldn't eat at all. If it is chewed well, the flavour will become smudged with delicacy.

"... the problem is hardness."

The collector shreds the meat from each part, and the gut part that pressed his heartbeat when he could eat snow and white, the liver and heart-like and other organs a little at a time, mincing with kukukuri.

With the meat in mind, the still relatively soft gut was turned into a rough mince and the salt and pepper removed from the food backpack and the sauranic desert spices mixed appropriately.

Mold it into a small oval and put it through the fire with stone burning instructions.

That's enough, right? and mince meat, a collector who feels the snow-white gaze that began to drool over the burning smell of hamburgers, yet ruthlessly stuck it alone.

Taste overflowing with just one bite.

Fat is not so much, but the taste of the meat itself was strong.

After several bites, you can enjoy the tight feel of your heart and the smell of your liver like an accent.

It was just too meaty hamburger with salt and spices working, but this is enough to eat.

- Grrrrrr.

"Stay, this is for taste."

He decided that the keeper should be able to contain the snow and white that had crept over him if he got markagiri.

If you manage to earn some money from snow and white and have the meat and guts of each part collected securely, the collector exercises stone magic.

The stone elves of this continent, even if they are highly affinity and skilled collectors, are hard to handle and somehow use about a quarter of all magic to create a giant stone bowl.

He threw meat and guts in there, and minced the meat at once with a stone blade and molded it into a large oval.

That's how you light a giant tablet and bake up a giant hamburger.

"So..."

Snow White and Azlona eat up on giant hamburgers with as much as one tatami before they have a collector.

- Ugh, uh-huh.

- [Gasps]

Similar behavior, hot, hot, and stuffy, while Snow White and Azlona flatten the hamburger.

The keeper baked the hamburger from the next to the next and then filled his belly with the taste.

But after a while, things go wrong with the collectors.

"Up."

- Oh, my gosh.

- Grr.

As if it were a cramp. Once the collector hips out, then Azlona, and even Snow White, can't move.

What the three of us have in common is that they are all cramped.

You can breathe, but that's all, and even if you try to move, your muscles cramp and you can't move at all.

"- Oh, hey, you're so full of shit."

Even Snow White looked in the direction of his voice with a slight surprise.

A hunter with two big demon dogs with heads about the waist of a person.

But the skin is blue. The pruned hair is black and the eyes are red. A long, flat corner extends slowly from the head to the back of the head. He looked as if he were a demon, but his expression was calm, and from the tone he could even see the purity.

As Elida had heard, the possessor judges, even though he is paralyzed, whether this is the one called the Demon Nation.

"I don't think you're going to eat a Chieftain (DURK) back thunder dragon (Sauro) like that. I got paralyzed while Thunder Elf was in there?

Meat with just strong thunder sperm, not paralyzed poisonous meat.

Of course such things did not exist on the Mid Continent, and they did not smell poison, which meant that everyone was frightened and paralyzed. If I didn't eat a certain amount, I wouldn't be paralyzed, but the collector, Snow White, and Azlona each ate at different speeds and health, which meant that the paralysis turned at the same time just fine.

"I'm sorry to have watched you eat so quietly, but I don't know who you are. Well, give me a break if I don't die."

Even for this hunter, it is strong around the area where the collectors did not come out until they were paralyzed, but it can be assumed that a suspicious unidentified figure is lightly hunting and eating a giant chief dragon.

It is better not to be wary of the treasurers who may not be worthy.

"Well, it's patience until the thunder elf falls out. Where did you get that?

Just a little loose on the loose tone and mild contact that will relieve people of their guard. It was also significant that Snow White had already loosened its guard.

but he's paralyzed, his mouth cramps, and he's unlikely to be able to talk.

"Do you have an ID?

A possessor shaking his neck to the side.

"Then there's the shipwreck?

A possessor shaking his neck vertically. A strange land makes it a shipwreck.

"Are you here? North? East? In the middle of nowhere?

A collector who shook his head vertically in the part called the sea.

As soon as possible, the hunter in front of him became a little more alert.

"... well, no. Ola is Gumbo Godham. I do fields in the closest village these days. I don't care if you catch me a little, okay?

Gumbo stared at the collector, and the snow white. Though somewhat paralyzed, he realized that snow and white were not within his grasp.

Snow White stared at the hunter in front of him and then nodded at Guru.

"Give me a little patience. Keep the prey here and treat it. Can you walk?

Snow White stands up nice and drags Azrona with his tail.

Seeing it, Gumbo ordered one of the demon dogs.

"Ang, keep an eye on Ola until she gets back."

The demon dog will surely sit down to watch next to the tablet that was baking the hamburger. but there is a slight drooling of saliva.

"You little shit. When you leave, put up with him while he feeds you. It's a human prey."

The other demon dog followed Gumbo and walked out.

The collector moves on through the meadows, shaken by the back of the snow and white.

Walking for about thirty minutes, the windproof forests and stone walls, like those planted artificially, crossed a corner that stretched out.

What was spreading behind it was a vast field.

Zhu Moon was nearly halfway there, with summer platters, and crops were fruitful in the fields. Stone watermelon, red cucumber, black tomato. Still a blue corn-like plant diving into the ground when approaching an ingen mammal with as much as a clench.

They are planted on one side of vast land and harvested by peasant men and women with large magical tools.

It's also like America doing Hokkaido and large-scale farming somehow, but more people than that.

When you cross the field, a ponderous forest appears.

Gumbo walks in without stopping on a hardened path like a forest entrance.

It was a house.

A house on a tree, to be precise, has a living area for people, and despite early mornings women of demonic and beast-faced beast races who look similar to Gumbo are busily working.

I glanced down at the collectors, who would obviously be outsiders, but I didn't show how much I cared.

"This is normal around here, then. The columnar tree has been planted for a long time, and the house is attached to it. Large carnivorous subdragons don't go into the woods, and small ones don't climb trees. The herbivores hate this tree."

Gumbo explained that you noticed that the collector was looking up exposed to a pompous manuke surface.

That was how the collectors were guided to the village, but they were not thrown into jail, they were not the only ones in the treehouse, but they were guided to a simple hut built on the ground.

"Wait here till the cops get here."

Though the collectors lean their necks too loose.

"If a tiger storms you, the village will be destroyed. Then I'll let you like it, and I'll tell the cops it's cool to run away."

Apparently, the collectors have already grasped their faces with the magic equipment of an automatic secretary.

"Don't worry. This country, no, this continent, does not reject those who come. We have to keep our country's rules and do something terrible. No king, no police officer, nothing uninhabited about travellers."

That night.

The collector wakes up to a raw, lukewarm night.

The paralysis seemed to have completely slipped out, and the collector immediately jumped out of the cabin and ran into the toilet where Gumbo had taught him.

When the zodiac returned with a neat face, Snow White and Azrona welcomed the zodiac with the eyes that it seemed to have fallen out of thunder elf a long time ago and that it was too late.

When I leave the cabin somehow as it is, I can hear the smell of dinner coming from over my head and the noise.

When the collectors are looking up at it in a pompous manner, they are smiling without being old, young or alert.

"Wake up though. Would you like some rice?

Gotham, who appeared out of nowhere with two demon dogs, says that openly.

"Oh, oh..."

"That's good." Forest Eating "was carried and left out of the lightning sperm. Frozen and rotten children."

Even though they were kept in the cabin, that's all they did, and they're not even in custody. It even treated the meat, and I couldn't help but resent it. Eating meat and being paralyzed is what you deserve.

"Thanks. Can you tell me how to eat, if you like? Instead, if it doesn't bother you, eat it in the village for about half of it."

That chief dragon has eaten about a third, but it's still there.

When the troubles grew even bigger where he fled, the zodiac had decided to consult with Snow White and stay in this village for a while.

"Fine? It's enough that Ora and the others were crusaded."

Gumbo discovered the Founding Fathers only because he regularly monitored the trends of the Chieftain dorsal thunder dragon.

"You better know how to eat. Besides, we're gonna get into trouble with this village until the police and the others get here. I don't know if it's worth it, but I want you to take it."

Either way, I don't have any money.

I don't have any more gold grains I got from Ziva long ago. I have used all the precious metals for smuggling and preparing for and thanking them. While hunting the Warcraft appropriately in the first place, he was looking to procure it locally with its materials, but he didn't expect to make contact with people's cities so quickly.

"I don't think it's convenient for me to stay here with the police officer. It's curvaceous, and the village is divided into hems."

That's what Gumbo said and went to distribute the meat, but by the time he came back thirty minutes later, he had loaded a full load of crops and dishes.

"In return. Well, you're gonna have to relax until the cops get here."

Thus the settled collectors of their stay in the village of Treehouse were to live in what an idyllic country village.

The zodiac saw the demonic race and rural life, purchased information about this country from villagers, tried to create a shield that fits the left hand that lost its finger with a large skin bone that was on the back of the chief dorsal thunder dragon, and dawned on the development of autonomous magic.

Snow and white fell asleep shaking their tails from above the thick branches, and Azrona was soiled trying to imitate Gumbo's demon dog, and twisted with the children of the demon dog.

The meal is done with the crop I received and the meat of the chief dorsal thunder dragon, or the aunts of the village bake me care, and I am not at liberty to come to the new continent.

No, it was a rural village, but its life was extremely civilized, subjective of the collectors, but even seemed to transcend the countries of the Mid-continent. The lights of each house are not only illuminated with magic tools, but magic tools are also used as common tools for farming the fields.

Never an undisclosed backward country.

Most importantly, it would be natural because such a stupid giant subdragon forms a country in broad walks and maintains it for thousands of years.

About three days had passed, and the collector was enjoying his dinner at ease.

The treasurer cheeked the hamburger of the chief dorsal thunder dragon plunged from his demonic aunt.

"... hardly any Japanese."

The collectors hamburied the meat to soften it, but the village seemed to have decent hamburger dishes, which were very similar to what they had eaten in Japan with onions and such.

- Grrrrr.

But snow and white is better with meaty hamburgers made by the collectors.

When the collector made the giant hamburger again for the snow and white snail, two demon dogs and their children came who seemed attracted to the smell.

Gumbo also comes from behind him, and when he sees the demon dogs with their eyes nailed to the meaty hamburger, he laughs bitterly.

"I'm sorry. Is that why you're here?

And it came to pass, when the treasurer had divided them, that the devil dogs were eating up into hamburgers.

It seems that meaty hamburgers mean warcraft lovers.

I hope Gumbo is sorry, but the snow white that brought the booze and sniffed it instantly was on Gumbo.

"I wish I didn't want to tell you, what's that boulder behind this village?

We proceeded to the back of the woods where the village was located, just as the woods broke, two boulders were seated. Its size makes the trees of the woods look good, even smaller buildings.

"Oh, that's an abandoned ruin. It's been a hundred years since we were fully investigated."

"You don't need to keep an eye on the abandoned ruins, do you?

Normal ruins run out of underground parts and only their superiors remain. The use of leftover rice items could be residential or tourist, but it was assumed that the ruins would never be revived.

Gumbo arms into a troubled breeze.

"After it was abandoned, we sealed the entrance and exit, but about a season ago, the blockade suddenly blew away."

The cause is unknown. Even if the vigilante checked inside, he said there was no sign of the ruins being revived.

But after that, no matter how many times we seal the entrance, they say the blockade will blow up.

"The entrance won't shut. In the meantime, the great scholar of Wangdu, who came here because of me, also died in three days. Because you're smart, you want me to do something about it. That's what scholars do. When the entrance opens, the Warcraft will live."

It's just that so far, they haven't lived in Warcraft.

It was about that night.

The hut on the ground where the collectors lived was knocked on.

Even if Snow White's ears move tingly, that's all. The collector was asleep unaware.

Over and over again, this door gets knocked on.

There are no signs outside. Whether it was the wind or something, Snow White decided to ignore it, and the collector stayed asleep, but Azlona woke up.

The head, tail and wing arms wake the neck out of a gnarly twist and then crawl to the door.

I try to push it with my head and open the door, but there's nothing there, and the forest just spreads at night.

- Gee?

Azrona twisted her neck and went back to her bunk, but again, a knock on the tip and the door.

Weirdly concerned about the sound, Azlona opened the door again.

I stretched my neck, checked right, left, and there...

There was a child standing in a deep robe.

I'm asking you to keep it small.

Azlona leans her neck slightly, taking a glimpse of the sleeping snow white and the sawdust, then approaches herself and the child of the robe.

Rove's kid goes to the back of the woods for that much as Azrona approaches.

I was wondering if you would play, Azlona got a little mucky and went after Robe's kid.

sleigh and snow white wake themselves up.

I woke up a possessor with his tail who didn't notice anything and sneaked after Azlona.

"... where are you going?

The children of the robe, Azlona, and the treasurer and the snow white each leave an equal distance, through the woods at night.

And a small shadow in a robe illuminated by a dazzling Zhu Moon was about to follow it into the entrance where Azlona was between the two boulders.