Blunt Type Ogre Girl’s Way to Live Streaming

"Bye!

"Yeah, come back"

I ended up buying a spell over an hour or so, after a store of snowflakes that slowly got busy with other customers.

Naturally, the inhabitants of the inside, and the appearance of the players, are also chilling. Maybe he came because I was delivering, or maybe he was the one who was originally after this store being open.

I was satisfied enough because I could buy exactly ten spells that I wanted, too.

"But this is it, after all."

What I took out of the inventory again was the "Out of the World" spell that I had made earlier.

It's just a plaque that looks golden, but weighs like gold. It was such a beautiful spell that it stunned me by accident.

"Hey, isn't it beautiful?

"Kiki."

"Beautiful."

"Beautiful, but better to get"

"I Saw Golden Block Violence"

"Golden Ghost Girl."

"You can't deny the money..."

When I showed off my curse to my listener, they said it was money. It's hard not to deny it at all because I didn't earn the hang of it.

"Perfect when I put the third piece of gold down!? You said."

"Similar to Grass"

"Just Like and Grass"

"I look just like a bee, I'm scared."

"It's a bad idea to play the recording."

"Is this the one called vocal cord modeling?

" Yes, sir."

"Vocal cord modeling is pretty easy."

"Lie B"

"Lie B"

"Lie B"

"Lie B"

"You don't have to be so united."

I don't even think it's that hard to imitate people's voices. You see, there are entertainers who look like voice imitators on TV or something. I'm just going to do that with a little more precision, so if you practice, anyone can do it.

What did I say? Listeners laughed at me with their noses. I can't solve it.

As I walked inside at dusk making fun of and storing about my shopping like that, I saw Obsidian walking from the end of the road.

"Good evening, Mr. Skna"

"Good evening. What are you doing?

"It's a look around the inside. With this amount of time, there will be more Gentile travelers, so I'm keeping my eyes open so I don't get into trouble with the residents inside."

"Is it something that causes trouble or something after all?

"Yeah, mainly because the bloody young man in there challenges the Gentile traveler to battle"

"Oh, it's more the ghost tribe side that's causing trouble,"

"It's embarrassing..."

Obsidian said so with a slight blush.

It seems the Ghosts are a race that likes to fight, and if you see fresh players, is it something you want to challenge them to compete with?

"I was just wondering, how old are ghost people to be treated like youngsters?

Amber said he was over fifty years old and still made a young one about himself. But the estimated 100 + year old lady who let me give her a salary before I went to the snowflake store had about the same vibe as the aunt in the neighborhood talking, right?

When I heard my question just to think of it and got a Kyotong look on my face, Obsidian laughed and answered me.

"Right, I just said adults more or less than fifty, so something like a completely independent adult if you're over eighty?

"Eighty."

Well, I don't think there's anything strange about it because it's about between Amber and your lady.

More than that, Amber is a ghost. What do you mean, he's just grown up? Considering it's about the image of a graduate new socialite, maybe now is the time for a full-season young man.

Obsidian cut out the story, saying so, that he was slightly shocked by Amber, who was relatively younger than he thought.

"Mr. Skna is doing the inside request now, isn't he?

"Yeah, it's just my salary yet,"

"No, it's very helpful. Although I may have made a request for the inside and the outside, my muscle strength level is really like a neck, and I was having trouble with all the other requests."

"Over 300 is on boulders. But, you know, Obsidian can be as easy as that, right? Wouldn't it be okay if Obsidian did it for you?

It's my kang, but Obsidian has such a high status that it's not my kind of ratio. Maybe even snowflakes on a level.

Barely Amber is stronger if asked which one is stronger. I think it's that strong.

"Yeah, if you ask me if I can. But because if I do anything, everyone inside will be lazy. I'm only in a position to keep the security inside."

"It feels like an obsidian love munch."

"Not so much a munchkin... but honestly, I want all the residents in here to be able to make it as easy as a salary scale."

"No, no, you can't do that to a boulder."

No, I don't know anyone can do a ghost tribe status for a normal salary scale, because it's a moonlight tree salary.

A wall with a muscle strength of 300 is high for both players and NPCs.

"No, that's a pretty serious story. Because you can't even fight the jihad you want to come without at least that much strength."

With a dark light in his eyes, Obsidian said so with a serious look everywhere.

Unexpectedly pressured by an unusual atmosphere of gallery.

"Jihad......?

"Yes, it's a battle for the survival of the world that involves everything in this world."

"Ha, the survival of the world."

I can't believe the story suddenly got bigger again, even though I gently escaped reality.

I think this is more information than perhaps a flag for a quest, closer to the volatility of an event that will occur in the future.

Yes, if I say so, it's like the Labyrinth of Stardust event. Events for us are not necessarily a "good thing" for the inhabitants of this world.

Now that event was caused by Seylan trying to invade this world, because it was like a kind of disaster.

I mean, isn't it possible that the current story could be about Seylan's invasion becoming more active or the main body coming to punch him in?

He seems like the kind of guy who throws all those mighty monsters in with Pong for an invasion, and I feel like if the invasion were to start in earnest, we could get involved around the world.

"After you break that curse for more information, ask from the chief inside. There will always come the end of the day. That's what I predicted."

"Do you know the details, too, Obsidian?

"No, but I never missed the prophecy of the chief."

"I'm in the middle of something."

Well, that would certainly be worthy of credit.

Because it's a prophecy based on the overwhelming track record of my sister, who I've dated for years.

"Anyway, ever since I heard that prophecy, I've been working out the fighters in here. If there truly is a jihad, let them not die without being able to do anything"

Seeing the obsidian speaking mercifully, I felt emotional that I cared so much about this inside.

Because I love this inside...... hmm?

"That's why I do my training every day, so please come with me, Mr. Skna. We're sure it'll be a good inspiration to each other!

"Don't suddenly be in solicitation mode even though you were smudged!

Whoa, this is a serial flow of atmosphere, huh? I thought I was riding the atmosphere on the field!

"Hehe, what are you talking about, Mr. Skna? If jihad came, if you were a ghost, joy wouldn't frighten you. We ghosts are a group of born warriors."

"It's a terrible way to say it!

"Because it's true. All you have to do is make an effort to level up a little more gutsy, and it should be as easy to get a status where you can get a salary... hey ghosts are temporal or lazy"

I don't like the effort to be strong even though I'm a combat maniac. What the hell? What's that exquisitely improvementless idea of an Enjoy Momentum?

If that's true, obsidian or amber of serious character may be more heretical among ghosts.

Because it's a race that can be stronger, I wish I could get a status that's tougher enough to hunt monsters and even fill them.

Or from that point of view, isn't it just manpower that leaves a request for salary full of residents inside?

Ugh, suddenly I'm willing to give you a salary...

I was secretly under the impression that the Ghosts were serious by Amber and Obsidian, and I was halfway through how to rebuild that impression crushed by wood dust.