Blunt Type Ogre Girl’s Way to Live Streaming

The next day, Monday, which is generally considered a weekday in the world.

I wasn't even expecting people to get together Monday morning on the boulder, so I was logged in to WLO without delivering in particular.

Toka is also going to school this morning.

I left with a refreshing smile with my bodyguard sisters who picked me up early in the morning.

I didn't remember, but he seemed to remember me over there, and he said, "You were really alive," or something.

Couldn't Lynn have left me a little more to deny my theory of disappearance?

When I said that, "It was necessary," he returned in a sigh.

Well, I can't blame Lynn for leaving without telling anyone in these days when everyone has a mobile device.

From now on, whenever I meet someone I knew in middle school, I'm like, "Are you alive? I wonder if they'll say."

I don't know anyone but Lynn and Toka. I rarely see Lynn's family.

gossip.

My purpose when I got down to Dualis again was to deliver the "Open Street" toddler girl I had completely forgotten.

Of course, more likely not, but I wanted to make sure when I had time, and most importantly, I wanted to look around the open air again.

The open-air street we reached on a relaxing foot was thriving with new entrances, or the players seemed to be there a lot, albeit on weekdays.

One of the things that caught my eye was the store that lined up the products named potion juice.

It tastes more normal than it used to taste - I've actually never drunk it yet - but this open-air lord has made juice-style potions... branded it.

"Ma'am, you have a rare outfit."

Strawberries, Mellon, Blue Hawaii...... I was called out by the Lord in the open air as I followed the names I often see at such festivals.

He looks handsome with a silver mesh in his red hair. But the voice I heard did belong to a woman.

"There shouldn't be that many players who can make Japanese clothes yet...... can I ask your name if you want?

"It's Skna. The manufacturer of the equipment is Kitten Maru."

I'll be honest with you because neither I, the distributor, nor Kitten Maru, who was in my delivery, have any reason to hide the information that would be easy to figure out if I looked it up.

Then he? snorted as convinced.

"Oh, did Mr. Cat make it?... all the time, you should have named me before you asked for my name. My name is Dion, and as you can tell, it's a woman."

To see the reaction, apparently this guy also knows Mr. Kitten Maru. That guy has a wide face.

And so called Necama, Nenabe. Is it rude to say fake gender in online games, not just VR......

The point is, it's a game, so let's use characters from another gender.

It seems that some VRs are somewhat stubborn... but there's nothing you can do if you get used to it.

In one way or another, I think the problem is that "only the vocal cords do not change". At least you have to fake your gender if you can't act with your voice.

Nevertheless, at the dawn of VR, it was made up as one personality, and some people seemed to have idyllic activities.

You think he's an intelligent fox-eared Lori boy?

Well, necamanenabe has always been a commonplace culture, and it's not particularly unusual these days.

"So, you want to buy any? Just to be clear, don't expect the effect. Because this is a by-product of experiments on how to make a juice-like drink. I only brought the Street Shake Ice Series today..."

"If you sell it with ice and a set already, you'll make money."

"No, it's thin and not working when I put it on ice. It doesn't make it thicker when it's boiled."

"Have you been trying?"

After worrying, I decided to buy two bottles of blue Hawaiian flavoured potion juice. Price 2000 UK. It's pretty expensive, man. This.

The flavour is... It feels like a little mint flavour is mixed with diluted blue Hawaii.

I was in conversation with Potspots while you got that, and I decided to ask Mr. Dion to fulfill his original purpose.

"With that said, Mr. Dion, didn't you see a toddler girl here? is a player by the name of Ruru, who always seems to be here."

"Oh, that's the one behind you now."

As I followed Mr. Dion's gaze pointing all the way behind me, a young girl stood behind me at some point then.

"Heh."

"Ugh, I haven't seen you yesterday...... Mr. Skna"

"Hey, Ruru, how you doing?"

"We just culminated in... wait for someone to come..."

"I envy both thoughts. Buy me one."

"May I have one Mizo please..."

"Every time."

Apparently, the two of them know each other, and they hear a cheerful conversation.

Since yesterday there has been so little sign of which toddler girl, ninja. Or a sit-down presence?

"Hey... can I help you?

"Oh, yeah. That's right."

"Surviving... Then I'll show you to the workshop..."

Happily he broke his cheek. Ruru walks over the alley, turning his body loosely.

After a light interview with Mr. Dion, who was already dealing with another customer, I followed her.

You're selling surprisingly, that potion juice.

About a few minutes into the alley from Dualis North Boulevard.

It was like an alley through the back of a residential neighborhood that was brought in, and from the back door of a yellow house in that housing group, I was invited to her workshop.

Once inside, there's plenty of space out there.

It looked like two floors, and the visible ground floor part seemed to be built only to do the blacksmithing.

If you look at the chirali and the front mouth, the carving like a door doesn't even come with one of the handles of something.

I mean, that's it, this house is only allowed in through the alley you can see at the back entrance.

"Again, my name is Ruru... I used my hands yesterday, and I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. The copper I got helped me a lot."

"Let me watch the broadcast ah... I wish I could use that much... as long as I'm happy..."

He laughs when he dulls, and Ruru leads me upstairs.

"That split copper is not such a good thing in my making, so sooo... Mr. Skna could have handled it... as a throwing item, split copper is too distorted in the first place."

"I guess so."

"Throwing knives, hand swords, sticks, backswords, iron balls, stones, eh Torah... there are a number of excellent throwing weapons but hey... but there was one thing about splitting copper that was better than other throwing weapons... that's the weight..."

goes upstairs listening to Ruru's commentary, he is overwhelmed by a group of weapons alongside the Zlari.

It's hard to say it's in a neat line. How many did you produce, swords that are cluttered into barrels, bread throwing weapons in boxes, large swords and canes hung on walls?

Anyway, I leave everything unrestrained, that was my impression.

"I wonder if Mr. Skna can handle any kind of weapon... but it's also the flavor of this game that doesn't have a lot of skills... I'll narrow it down to strike weapons and throwing gear to show you..."

Should I say it sounds like a game, Ruru seems like an unimaginable owner of power from the looks of it, and brought before me one barrel with dozens of weapons in it.

"Sometimes Mr. Skna has a" one-handed mace "skill..."

"Uh, yeah. I hardly ever use it."

"I see... oh, this is so funny..."

That's what she took out, a stick about five feet long. It was a weapon species called a two-handed stick.

But I also feel a little small for that. I think it's a legitimate form to be about a foot longer.

The core is red, with slightly rounded ends, and it has such a design, like the stick I saw in some kind of comic book.

"This is a composite weapon I developed, the" Breaking Rod "sooo... try twisting it in the middle no..."

"Like this?"

Twisting the handed wand simulation about 120 degrees, a chirping noise sounded and separated it from the middle.

A two-handed stick changes quickly to two single-handed maces.

"I thought I had something good, but unfortunately, no... I can't activate my skills when I have a strike weapon in both hands..."

"Yep..."

"Ugh, we're not going overnight to develop weapons either..."

Boy, I don't know how to flatter your shoulders, but that look looks like fun.

It's also fun to try and error. I'm sure she's that type.

"I'm back to the point... At present, Mr. Skna is not using one-handed mace skills... how about this..."

That's what they gave me, a sledge and heavy black two-handed stick.

That was the weight of wood earlier, but this one is probably made of metal.

It's about five feet long, as well.

The structure of the two ends is quite different, with one decorated to increase the power of the blow and the other flattened as cut off in reverse.

"Try twisting with the earlier instructions..."

"Hmmm...... wow"

When I twisted the pattern grimly, the flat surface opened with the sound of Gashan and the blade came out.

Although the blade itself is thin and short because the stick itself is skinny, it looks like it can be done if it is about a spike or a simple slash.

"With Kugelschreiber, a newly developed slashing integrated darker..."

"Ku...... what?

"Kugelschreiber, German means ballpoint pen... don't you think twisting your core sounds like that's where the blade comes in and out..."

"I know, but that's a cool name for nothing..."

Do you have a sense of naming? But this could be quite convenient.

I had it a bit apart and wiggled lightly, and it was easier to get around the length of five feet than I imagined it was my height.

"Few fields are full of monsters as resistant to blows as Lawless's wetlands, and no... it's quite a strength to be able to strike as well as spike slaughter at the same time... the neck is hey... durable on the blade part sooo... it's so brittle..."

Are you seriously worried, said Ruru with a smile on his face.

However, the diameter of this two-handed stick, however thick it may be, is less than four centimeters.

I don't think I can help but break easily.

"Wouldn't it be easier to break it if it was so thin?

"Yes, but hey... so it's my job to fix that... for now, I'll give you this for cheap... can I ask you to give me a test drive..."

The offer was never bad for me either, but I was somewhat concerned about the phrase "concession at a cheap price".

"How much, by the way?

"Now you can attach a throwing weapon to 1000 IRIS..."

"They're going to attack the subtle line whether it's cheap or not!

As a result of the price cut, I was to purchase the Kugelschreiber, a slashing integrated darker, in the 9900 UK, on condition that I would not take the cost of repairs.

I don't think you're in trouble for money because you have such a splendid workshop.

I was out of the alley in the wake of a roundabout, wondering if a financial deal might be the least corrupt.