Black Summoner

Just when the noise subsided and people were tired of the ugliness of the barrels & paul lined with seven loads, they began to disband. That explanatory old gentleman came out of the shop after coffee time. He decides who he is showing off to in a crisp white tie with a silk hat on his head, a stick on his hand and some gentleman's style, a mysterious gentleman posing.

"Ugh, it was a good morning today. Again, this is the best way to wake up in the morning, truly a gentleman's hobby. And, hmm. Looks like you broke up the spectators just in time. I seem twisted today. Scratch the crowd, it's a hundred million bucks to go home."

The old gentleman walks out looking in a good mood and crosses a paul barrel. As he tried to pass there, he tapped the stick gently towards the bottom of the barrel lined up. Conn, conn and to the extent that the sound sounds just small.

"By comparison, you guys are not twisted. Until you expose yourself to this ugliness, what do you mean, provoke the S-class? Did General Singh instigate you, too?

"... Ugh, don't make the General worse. I did it at my discretion."

Then a voice was uttered from inside the paul barrel. Paul, the Lord of that voice, escaped by destroying the sides of Bakibachi and the barrel. At the same time, the fellows who pierced the other barrels moved out, doing the same and one after the other escaped from the barrel.

"Meanwhile, there's blood on my head..."

"If you think it's one of the workouts, it's not even bitter to that extent. But um, what exposed that disgraceful outfit was really the thought of fire coming out of my face..."

"Just for an hour, if you want to reflect, this is what it's like - wow, it's not a show! Scatter!

"Hih, hih!?

Paul shouts and threatens toward a wild horse that was marginally left. The intimidated fled at first sight, and only Paul's line and the old gentleman remained on this occasion.

"Come on, I can't impress you with threatening ordinary people. Where the hell have you been?

"So let it go! I guess what I did as a spectacle was just talk about doing my personal punishment voluntarily! I'm not going to be a spectator anymore, as long as the punishment I've inflicted is over! Walter, what didn't capture our speed? Hey, before I retired, I would have been an A-level adventurer! Hold on tight, you've been looking at that waste with clear eyes!

"Well, could it have bothered you? I've been following you shady, trying to clear up some of your stigma, haven't I?

"Ko... no-ji-ji-yi...!

Paul increases his anger voltage as he devours his critical teeth. Apparently an old gentleman named Walter against began polishing his pocket watch gracefully removed from his pocket with a handkerchief.

"Paul, stop arguing with Mr. Walter with your mouth. You'll never win."

"Che, I know. If you're self-satisfied, just go home. Shiatsu!"

"Well, don't say such a sad thing. Old gentlemen are free."

"That's what I know!

Paul stood in front of his people and stuck out his stiffened fists after he did the trick of getting rid of Walter with his hands.

"Oh, my God! Earlier in the fight, I knew exactly how strong S-class was! I'll take advantage of this valuable experience!

"Hehe, rather than quarreling, he was only ravaged unilaterally."

"Shut up, there! Then change that remorse for strength, you son of a bitch!

"You said it! Get strong and earn money, and I'll feed my pretty slaves, too!

"That's right, that's how it goes!

"Hmm, that's not a gentleman's statement by the time you're hopeless. What you're saying is positive."

"Ugh! Are you seriously going to sit here, you non-gentleman...!

The old gentleman just said so himself, lined up in a natural way beside his pals in Paul. I have no ears at all to listen to Paul's words. With such a sight in sight, the giant man, who had been urging Paul to calm down from earlier, hears him again.

"Paul, I've told you many times..."

"- I know! Ignore me! Ignore me!

"Hey, Paul from your house, aren't you cold? Have you been having any trouble lately? Did she shake you?

"Come on, let's see..."

"That's why you're telling me not to deal with them. Uh-huh!

Paul ignores me. No, Walter turns the target into the party people and starts talking. Whatever its speed, it's comparable to the Pauls in battle, and even now that he's retired from the Adventurer, it gives him a glimpse that his strength hasn't diminished at all.

"Paul, good luck and ignore it. As long as Paul enjoys it, the damage won't spread that far. Mr. Walter is playing with you."

"Gugu...! And, hey, I'll tell you the rest of the story in this store. Follow me. And we've finished punishing ourselves, but we haven't apologized for bothering the store yet. Per capita, eat and drink more than the value of a broken barrel.... looks super delicious!

"" "" Uggs "" "

One line goes into the store early enough. On the other hand, the old gentleman, Walter, was not surprised or followed, but watched in silence.

"Hmm, trouble. I just got out of the store after finishing my business earlier, and it's a little embarrassing to come back in. Gentlemen, that's not good."

By mysterious standards, but from Walter's point of view, the act seems to hit NG. Come back to the store, non-gentleman.

"Still, eat and drink more than you've broken, huh? Damn, it's clumsy everywhere. If you just gave the store the money, like Kelvin, it would work out smartly. I can't honestly apologize. It's an old bad habit, something you can't fix. You'll eat and drink more than you need to, and you'll see a future where you can't move eventually."

When Walter was whining about that with a distant eye, he heard a noise from inside the store about whether it was quick or not.

"Whoa, I'll get in the way!

"Daddy, paul!? You know, I finally realized - no, customers, it annoys other customers, so it's not too loud to make a scene..."

"Well? Then I'll rent out this shop now."

"No, no, no, that's why I have other customers!

"Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut until the guests are here. But in the meantime, I'll order more than I have to. I'm worried about the store's inventory now. Prepare yourselves...!

"Hino!?"

Such noise, which reached the ear without clarity, was also drooling on Main Street.

"Wow, you're clumsier than I imagined, and I can't hide my surprises either. Gentleman, shock! Ha, against my aesthetics, but you'd better stop, this. Hmm, those kids should have good roots too, but only really roots..."

When Walter was still active as an adventurer, he had several opportunities to coach the Pauls, who were still newcomers. I still remember very well that the director-general had suddenly gathered them from nowhere and that they were desolates who didn't know their identities very well. From that time on, they were clumsy, and it was like they somehow guessed how they had gotten that far or that far apart without telling me. But all of them, only talent and motivation were real, and they were delicacies that learned and absorbed Walter's teachings well when he was a class A adventurer at the time.

"But well, that too, to the point where I can teach. I don't even know how to get to class S on a boulder. What kind of life have they lived, like Reaper Kelvin? You're going to qualify as General Singh at that young age, so I'm pretty sure you have a screw off your head somewhere?

The old gentleman moves his foot to the source of the noise. The footprint was heavy - no, it was actually a really light one. This gentleman is willing to play with Paul for a reason.