Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 33: In Iris Village

Ugh... sammy.

Snow country is really full of snow.

The mountains, the woods, the roads are all white.

I'd be watching it forever if this warmed up.

"It's Iris Village if you cross it."

"I'm back - I'm back to the mullahs!

The two of them didn't even make this cold a thing.

He has a literal "cool face," even though he has a set of cold gear.

It's a big difference from me with a sprawling pull tremor.

I knew you were used to it.

I saw the village around the corner.

Just beside the woods, about ten settlements.

There is a villager at the end of this road.

Mim, you drove down the snow path towards the person.

"Daddy!

"Mimmm! Are you all right!

I left a single letter out when I stopped by Goldina.

I think that's why you came all the way out of the village.

"Father!"

"Mia! Were you okay or didn't they do terrible things?

"I'm fine. Sylvia helped me..."

"Please don't be impotent from now on. And thanks for helping Mim."

"... yeah"

After hugging each other, your father turned to us.

I return it in a small meeting.

"Even though I am a stranger, my children..."

"Nice to meet you, Sylvia. If that's what you did, don't worry about it, okay?

"Oops, you didn't introduce yourself yet. I am something called Mills. We're hunters here."

"Mr. Mills. I'm still investigating a case. Can I talk to you for a second?

"Yeah, cheap help. My wife is sleeping with an epidemic disease, and hospitality..."

"Thanks! And, uh, not to mention!

"Okay, this way, please."

Blink.

I didn't hear a word.

I'd like to see such rhetoric get aggressive.

I interrupted the village after Mr. Mills.

That's where I notice things I'm unfamiliar with.

"The roof's diagonal."

"It snows a lot here. So if it's as flat as the south, it'll crumble."

"Snow is light, but when it builds up, it gets heavy?

"Right. I heard you said the house was going to be a mess."

"Heh. Mia, you know something."

"It's a take-out of mine. My grandfather taught me."

"Mr. Sylvia, we're here. It's all over the house, but be generous."

"Thanks, sorry to bother you"

I was led to a building somewhat larger than the surrounding area.

It's dim because of the absence of windows inside, and the burning (?) and the lamp lights are shaking my vision.

I was prompted before the burning, where I was allowed to get warm.

"My wife is sleeping in the back room. Kids can show their faces for once..."

"Go ahead. Oh, does this work?

"Is that a drug?

"Yeah. The guy at the house made me have it. Any illness will happen to heal... apparently."

It was Sister Ashley who formulated it.

You gave it to me while I decided to pose.

While rocking her extra big tits big.

Thank you half, you chicken half. What I received is still new to my memory.

"As you can see, we are not wealthy. We can't afford to buy such expensive goods."

"Uh, it's okay. I got it for free, too, and I think I'll get it back when I get home."

"Oh... how can I repay this favor"

"I hope so. Hurry up and give your mother a drink?

"Thank you!

All three went in front of the two lined rooms.

I was alone, facing the flames.

It's tyrosy and rocking in the dim, and it's comfortable to watch.

Let's keep it non-billy warm until everyone gets back.

After a while I said, 'Yeahhh!' What a voice I heard.

Now, who...?

- Batang!

Suddenly the door opened.

I was used to the tranquility. I get freaked out.

"Thank you! You just took care of the kids, you even helped me!

"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome?"

Looks like your mother was lying down.

Awesome loud voice.

And he's holding my hand and shaking my boom.

He's kind of a fancy guy.

Mia and the others came late, but they laughed bitterly somewhere.

"Hey Mia. Is your mother always like this?

"Right. How are you a little better than usual?

"Yeah, a little bit."

I can't believe such an active person falls, disease doesn't pick people.

Well, aside.

"Mr. Mills. Can I talk to you for a second?

"Of course it is. Daria, are you ready for tea?

"Mochi! It's not even fart anymore!

Mr. Dahlia flew to the kitchen in what seemed unlikely sickness.

Mia, Mim, you followed.

Me and Mr. Mills faced each other across the burning fire.

"So what can I tell you?

"Right. First of all, about buying people, but what kind of people were they?

"You were a Gordina merchant squad, not looking particularly prominent. It wasn't false, it had a certificate."

Then you're not involved in another country this time.

When I talk about Mr. Chris, there's not one organization, there's about five places.

I just wanted to get a clue here.

"They took him away forcefully, but are they that coarse?

"No. There are similarities with wildlings in Hill, but he's generally a merchant of conscience. At least on this occasion."

Hmm, basically, I don't get impotent.

Then why did you go into coercion this time?

"Why did you come up with a bold move this time, come to mind?

"It's just my son Mim... Hmm"

"I don't even want to say it, but boys tend to be avoided like this"

"... unlikely, but one thing comes to mind"

Mr. Mills corrected his posture.

I guess I'll have to listen to what I'm about to tell you.

- Pakiri.

Charcoal made a noise before Mr. Mills.

"I'm not sure, but that kid could be inheriting special blood"

"What's special blood?

"The original wolf. It is a great warcraft, said to have once reigned over the continent. Maybe she drew blood darker than I did."

"It is. Why aren't you sure?

"I'm still young, so the mark hasn't shown up. You'll see bruises and nails every time you're older."

I thought of you, Mim.

That boy who's round somewhere and bounces off the piompion.

That's how my nails grow, how my bruises grow.

I don't know... it's a waste.

"So Mia wasn't targeted, and Mim, you were the only one targeted," he said. What about the other houses?

"Nothing. He couldn't even speak up."

"That means Mim-kun was the only purpose. To the village of Iris on purpose."

"Rumor has it, our house is the only one drawing wolf blood. I just think it was leaking."

When Mr. Mills got off the phone, he put white water out on me.

Slight sweetness and warmth slowly flow down my throat.

Mr. Mills sips a zuck, too.

Maybe the story is over.

In fact, I didn't get any eye-catching information from that.

I didn't know anything about other organizations or what they were up to.

I don't get much information here, but I can't even say it's empty.

It could have been worth it to come.

"Come on, lady, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Go eat a lot!

Mr. Dahlia, who has stormed like a boar.

The pot in both hands was set on fire and the lid was opened.

Beast meat, vegetables, lots of ingredients are dancing.

The smell of fat sparked my appetite.

"Is that okay? Even with you."

"Impossible! Janjang, eat!

"Siubiya Oi. Mommy's good at it, huh?

At some point, Mim, you were next door.

By that time Mia is preparing dishes.

The chores far outweigh me.

From a small pan separate from the incineration, pour something like white soup into the urn.

That texture, that smell, that would be the example.

"Mia, what's that?

"It's what warmed the goat's milk, don't you like it?

"Yeah. The milk system is a little..."

"You told me to drink milk to grow milk. Iris Village women are so fine."

"Sorry, Mia. Enjoy it at Tereseng!

I barely got my hands on the main meat pan and even drank hot milk all over it.

My mouth, my throat, my body screams with heat, but you know what!

"Do you like goat's milk so much? What do you want me to have?

"Woop. In a barrel, in a barrel"

"You're a fancy lady. Fine, fine!

"Siubiya, you like milk? Me too!

Mim, don't shake it.

Because it's a critical line now.

Because it's a little in front of the embankment breakdown.

Then I couldn't get up. I was supposed to stay overnight.

Without further ado, we ended up staying for three nights.

What are you doing? Me.