Demon Lord Wants to Laze

With Alan at the forefront, me and Elisia moved on to Plenician territory.

Is it also a fine map in this guy's brain, and numerous sentinel lines and the enemy area of the fort continue to deflect brilliantly.

Instead, the intrusion route was much better than being found by enemy soldiers, although deep woods and cliff valleys were chosen.

"Dana, you're tired. It will soon be the capital of King Plenicia. Dana is the only one who's been able to take this lame route."

"Aye, I'm tired. Wow, I never found you this far before."

"Excellent indeed. If you don't look at me with weird eyes, complain Nashi."

"No, Mr. Elysia. I'm not... give me a break!

"I saw my butt on a cliff climb, and they saw my chest down there. By the way, seven butts, five breasts."

"Really, Alan? Is this a good idea?

"Give me a break. He said he didn't know better than to lay a hand on Dana's woman."

"Good. Now phrase. I'll forgive you if I say it again"

"Yeah? Dana's woman...... is it?

"Phew...... thanks. Your sins have now been forgiven."

I've been pardoned something.

Do we need this flow?

That's infiltration anyway.

The walls of Plenicia are high and thick.

A guardian who never freaked out in front of a great army of warcraft.

There is no waste in the placement of soldiers, and the entrance is arranged without gaps, of course, on the walls.

The king of the great kingdom has a soldier on his knees, who seems to have enough morale and skill.

"It's because of this. Do we have to get lost in the shade of night?

"Dana, you don't have to do that. There's a plan. Can we get to the woods over there?

Alan took us to the woods off the street.

There was a fine carriage hidden in the trees, and only one man like you was waiting for him.

A suspicious man with a hood in his eyes.

He had a short conversation with Alan and disappeared without sound when he received a sachet of hemp.

"Alan. What about the man now?

"Well, never mind. It stinks, but they can be trusted."

"I don't trust you... really"

"At least, he said if you pay him nicely, you're sure. So can you two dive into the carriage? Look for the cloth."

"Lyle. This confined space is fantastic. Let's pierce my first time here."

"You know what's going on? If you're bad, you'll get your whole body pierced with a spear tip, without metaphor."

"You two, I'll ask for that later, okay? Keep breaking through the gates."

Alan gave me a whip.

Successful, high-value horses run out.

Inside the carrier was a pot of pottery and hissed, rattling every step of the way.

I have ear problems, but they seem to erase our signs well.

The speed dropped considerably after a while.

Due to the size of the stirring, we seem to have reached the entrance to the gate.

"Stop! What can that carriage do for!

The guard's sharp voice sounds.

If they check the carrier, they'll find out in one shot, but does Alan have an idea?

"Aye, thank you. I am the use of His Excellency Kugyo. [M] The load in the back is for today's event. Can you get us through this early?

"Ku, Lord Kugyo's? I haven't heard the story..."

"Heh. Is Grand's senior nobleman Kugyo's destiny inferior to your duties as gatekeepers?"

"Even if they say so, it helps to keep us safe. I won't put any effort into it, so give me some proof..."

"Ha, I don't have a choice. Look, you'll be happy to see this, right?

"That wax, I'm sure. It belongs to Sir Cuggio. May I reveal what's in the letter?

"Don't be silly. Take the liberty of sealing it off. Of course I am. You're all blood festivals, right?

"Mmmm...... Okay, go through."

The carriage could never be stopped.

It shows that the market and clutter stirred up and allowed us to break into the city.

I asked for confirmation of the situation.

"Alan. Are you okay now?

"I took off the danger, though. He says it's safer to keep me jizzed."

"You were talking about Sir Nantara earlier, are you haunted?

"No, no. I have a fucking bad public execution today. Thanks to you, I could use it as a pretext to dive in."

"Executions, are they in Central Square?

"Probably. I even bothered to make you go to jail... I don't know if I want to show people."

What I saw from the gap in the cloth was a neglected crowd.

Flat wooden stage.

Multiple people connected there.

Still young children are mixed up.

Seeing one of them, I ordered Alan to stop.

"Alan, stop."

"Yeah? Dana, give me a break. We're not stopping by, are we?

"Because it's good. I know your face."

"... among those executioners?

That man is for sure.

It's the general of an enemy that collided one day.

When Ashley went mad, he threw me back to sanity, that commander.

"Hey, tell me about this fucking bad event and what you did"

"They're going to kill a general who keeps losing in a lot of important fights to show off. Not only in person, but also in family."

"You don't even have children in your hands. That's probably about four years old!?

"Don't hit me. This is how they do it. It's not unusual."

As I watched with amazement, the venue changed dramatically.

A baby twisted with a blanket is raised and placed at the table.

The crowd just started to raise their voices like they were in mourning.

No way, are you going to kill even the baby?

I felt the blood draw, the anger rushing all over my body.

"Hey Dana, where are you going? I'm guessing it's not an execution site, is it?

"You know, it's a little bit good to stop by."

"You know what? What do you mean, there's a trail down the hall? I know how you feel, but you have to enjoy yourself."

"Lyle. I disagree, too. Remarkable as it is"

"What the hell, Elysia? Are you trying to tell me to abandon you?!

"Yeah. I don't know if I'm gonna help. Well, it's not good to know the Demon King's here, is it? You're being seen in the last war, aren't you?

"That's right, though. You want me to shut up?

"Don't worry. I have a plan."

At that moment Elysia cleverly, she took off my clothes and turned them into a pair of pants.

And the hemp bag was covered from his head.

... Could this be.

"Go on. Pathetic warrior, pantsman L. Destroy it thoroughly, but good."

"I will, but it's not good. I don't know, is your head mossy?

"Well, because I'm a legend type. Because it's the L type."

"So, Dana. What are you imitating? Somehow, it just seems too late..."

"Rude!

"Ghah!"

Alan blew up with the sound of Pachin.

It was enough binta to hold my head, but my neck remained connected.

"What the hell, Mr. Elysia! I thought you were gonna die!

"There you are. I don't understand this beauty, the beauty, the sadness, the low brain should die!

"You want me to die, too? I never meant to understand..."

"Come on. I'm a pantsman. Holding the pity of the world in your chest!

"Don't ignore me, Oi."

Not if it's jarred anyway.

Stopping executions in front of you is a top priority now.

As for Elysia's disease, let's say we treat it slowly later.

By the way, there are pantsman s (smart) and pantsman m (Majority).

I don't give a shit!