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Sometimes it was very surprising. It's about the wheat madmen.

They... no, they had lined up and received meals from the distributor's goblin.

The water draws from nearby wells and looks like a style that accumulates in large barrels.

The goblins who received the meal sit down and eat toys like a sports lunch.

I guess the distributor will eat after this because it's time to finish the line.

Surprisingly, the distributors are two of the executives, Red Cap.

I think this is a testament to the fact that that's all they have big feelings about their diet.

to be distributed equally. This is their rule.

I see. We can take consistent military action.

Just looking at the dining landscape could see that they were used to collective action.

"Kyosh. Very good wheat bu. Thank you."

"Oops. I'm moving in tomorrow morning. You see that tower?

Pointing to the stronghold fort, Go-Za nodded cocklessly as he drowned.

"Wheat Tower. I know, Bubu."

"... don't forget."

"Of course, Bubu. Glory be to the wheat."

"Oh, wow."

What should I say because there is too much room for penetration.

"Glory be to the wheat!

"Wheat Glory Kopu"

When I say goodbye to Go-Zar, the other goblins get up and salute them as they do towards me.

That's it. That's a Roman salute.

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While I was watching the goblins, other people were cooking for the city.

Felix, the lord, is vigorously encouraging consolation as he gives meals to the people of the city.

He was really tearful... his eyes were turning bright red because he would cry all over the place.

"Your sister has grown up."

"You really think about the people in the city."

Maluburg, beside him, narrowed his eyes and was watching Felix.

That's right. People grow. The boy who was a crybaby is now doing a fine lord.

"That was before Samarkand."

But Maluburg's thoughts seem to be in a different place than mine.

"Hmm?"

"That's what I did to Fu before you."

Oh, oh. Is that so?

It would have been a painting if they weren't me and the majestic king.

Uhm, arms up to me. Maluburg smiles an angel.

"I am an oath ritual. It's what I do to the people I recognize as superior and love since the time of my former kingdom. Now, well... it's formalized."

"Yeah. You mean you showed gratitude according to an old-fashioned format"

"Didn't you feel hostile? If you were sensitive, you'd have noticed.

"Oh, indeed."

A slight hostility towards me. I don't know. resentful or something like that.

Okay. Is that what you mean?

Let's just say there were people who thought about that when Felix married me. He showed his intimacy with me.

But Felix is a man...... It can't happen like they mourn with me the man.

Seriously.

If all the residents think of him as a girl, I know how jealous he feels.

So, that ritual?

Felix showed respect and deep respect. So you said there was no sex.

"... still, well. I'm glad it all worked out."

"Right. Your extraction is really interesting. Making use of it without letting it live or killing it. No one can do better than you."

"Ho, are you praising me?

"That's right. Pretty much everything."

That face!

It's lit. You'll be enjoying me.

Because it's the same.

But.

Drop your mouth and watch Maluburg.

I feel like my routine is back and something will ease.

"All right, can I get you a beer?"

Klaus, already ready to hear my voice, just throws a can of beer at me.

"Oops."

I had a balloon in my hand, but I was able to receive the beer without dropping it.

Pussy.

Just pull the pull tab and carry the can beer to your mouth without the bubbles erupting.

Ugh. Yeah.

After work, this is it, isn't it?

Oh, looks like Wagan's back, too. His moffy fur gets into his eyes and waves one hand.

Waggan immediately noticed me lifting his left hand lightly. Just there. Can beer fits spontaneously.

"Thank you, Klaus"

"Whoa!"

Klaus. Great control, but the chest isn't a chair.

He drinks his legs together on the edge of an open chest. In that position, if you reach out a little, you can get a can of beer out of the chest.

"Thanks for being late."

"No problem. I didn't see a goblin in the city. The city continues to be festive"

I'm about to nibble from smiling at Wagan, who cleverly opens his pull tabs with meatballs fingertips, and rushes back to face.

He was asked to observe the city all the time, resting. I admired his honest and serious work pretense, but what surprised me more than that is his health like a pigeon idiot.

I hear birds have power to fly.

Even assuming it equals continuing jogging in a human place, the pigeon kept flying for half a day, except for the time of bait.

Keep that waggan on, too.

I can only sense madness from that guy's eyes, but even then, for once, you mean Gubba's family.

I guess that means you have non-standard powers.

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The withdrawal begins the next morning.

I was going to leave Felix in the city of Graf like this, but he was going to come all the way to Somerkand to pick up the inhabitants.

We'll march the goblins from the side of our road and issue directives to live within a diameter of the log cabin and cardboard house that built them on the road.

I renew my commitment to provide them with a certain amount of wheat until fruit can be harvested in the field.

Let's have the rest covered by forest grace and hunting.

Pulling five goblins into our path, we were about to withdraw at the cardboard house for the second night.

The sun and trees that have been missing are beautiful and stretch with a view.

I was wondering if it was time to prepare dinner, and Klaus' men were already working on getting ready.

- Bassavasaa.

Looks like a waggan in a pigeon stepped down behind him when he took a step forward to help them.

I noticed them because the wind the pigeon would let out on the landing stroked my back.

"Good day, thanks for everything"

"No problem. I have a report."

"Mmm."

Feeling the seriousness from Wagan, I call out loud to Maluburg and Klaus.

"There was a 'goblin' in Somerkand"

"Goblin? You just broke up with Goblin."

Reminds me of something after I said it.

Go-Zar said there are two other groups leading evolutionary goblins besides him.

He also said it was "barbaric" from his perspective.

Is that them?

"You don't have to worry about it. Tomorrow you can return to Samarkand with dignity."

I shake my head that there is no such thing as Maluburg rushing to me in a hurry.

"So, but..."

Our land's defenses are absolutely invincible. It doesn't change there.

But if you go outside, the protection is gone.

That's when someone slaps Pong and his back. It's a little too powerful for me to respect you.

"What do you think I left Frederick for?"

Klaus smiled nihilly and stuck his fingertips out in a gut.

Because Frederick's good at paperwork, too, wasn't it better than putting Klaus away while Maluburg was gone?

"Frederick is not a civilian. Civilians can do it, too, but his essence is to lead soldiers. Have you forgotten we're here to fight a war on the meadow?

"You mean your troops are elite?

"We have not come to exterminate orbitless goblins. I was supposed to take control of an army equal to the Demons."

Mm-hmm. I don't understand.

The point is, even if the enemies are no longer U.S.S. goblins, they can repel them?

"Brother. Frederick is... stronger than me. Yeah. Especially if you're a guardian, there's no one to the right."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!

That gentle Frederick... a gray-haired gentleman who looks so good drinking tea...

I don't believe it, but it must be true because Klaus says so.

"Fujichima. There are Lütier and the others. It's okay. Trust them."

Waggan stuck his thumb out in front of me just like Klaus did.

Anxiety lingers, but going all night won't get you to the city of Samarkand. So do you decide to go to sleep today and move early tomorrow morning?