Dragon’s Legacy

Laroline

9: 00 a.m. Saturday. The town has come to Quezron's castle to save Laroline from the planet Rickondra as planned.

“Don't be nervous. The Pope.”

The Warp Gate, which allows you to travel to the planet Rickondra, is floating in the middle of the library.

I tried not to be nervous, but it wasn't easier than I thought. My chest is pounding.

“Phew……. Let's go."

"Have you taken your medication?"

"Ah! That's right."

If it wasn't for Cornes, I would have forgotten, never learned a language, and just passed through the gate.

"You can learn the folklore on Ricondra."

"Yes."

The poem took the pill out of the subspace and swallowed it right away.

Lycondra, Portrine. My brain is a little gross.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, let's go."

The lightly exhaled sigh entered the gate.

I blinked my eyes and felt like the environment had changed. For a very short period of time, your vision flashes and you immediately notice the changing landscape.

“Oh my, who is this? It's Corns.”

It's an old-fashioned room, full of oriental furniture, and comes in through a warm, sunny window.

A woman in the middle of the room, who was drinking tea at a luxurious table, looked at the poem and the cones, smiled and approached.

She is so beautiful that her black head drops to her butt that her beauty is never shattered, even compared to Aru. Beautiful with big, sparkly black eyes, she has big breasts unlike an aru. Perfect face and perfect body balance. It was not a waste to express the extreme of beauty.

“Hi, Irene. This is the Pope who inherited the legacy of Quezron. ”

“Hello."

When Konz introduced himself, the poem said a big hello.

“Hi, it's Irene. But you look cute. ”

Irene touched the ball to see if she liked the poem. It has a refreshing aroma. She was more beautiful than cute and more colorful than innocent.

“Oh, you're good. ”

Unlike other women, my skin was not rough. We must have met for the first time, but Irene's hand suddenly grabbed the pope's chest.

“I'm here to save Laroline. ”

The bewildered poem stepped back slightly and said. At this rate, I felt like my pants would become bulky.

“Larolin? Hmm, just sit here for a second. ”

Irene puts the poem and the cones in an old-fashioned chair and follows the car.

“Can't you get it from here? ”

“You don't have to go anywhere you can't get anything from Polsheam. But there's a problem. ”

Irene drank tea instead of talking.

“What's the problem?”

“Laroline is a specially managed variety in the country, so no one can get it. ”

Irene, who speaks gracefully with her hands, was stunning, but the poem did not sell her eyes. Seeing Aru a lot, even though I saw a beautiful girl like that, I felt a little immune.

After all, the problem was that Laroline was almost impossible to obtain legally if it was a domestically managed variety.

“Is there no way? ”

As the manager of the planet Rickondra, I asked for help.

“I'm the manager, but I can't help it. I can't break that balance if I have to, right? ”

“What does money do? ”

“Well, I don't know if you're new to this world, but most of the supplies that need to be managed are by a paper called Regerom. Riserom is a symbol of trust and justice. You don't sell things like Shitty Cold just by giving them away for a few bucks. ”

I knew it would be as easy to buy as buying things, but it wasn't.

“So it's impossible to cheat? ”

“No, it's not. If admiral Polscham approves, you can buy or raise laroline legally. ”

It was the same as saying you can't live. How do you expect to be recognized?

“Is there no way? ”

I couldn't give up. Laroline! I definitely needed Laroline!

“A way. Perhaps your ability makes it easier to solve. ”

When Irene smiled and said, the poem only tilted his head with a curious look. What abilities?

Irene taught the poem how to be recognized by the Admiral, and about two hours later, a woman came to see him, as Irene had said.

“Irene, please. ”

It was a woman with cat ears. His face looks just like a man's, but his ears are hanging over his head, not by his side. That's because it looks like a cat's ear. Plus, he had a thin, long tail up his ass. I thought for a moment that she was a pervert and had a tail in her anus, but it was not reasonable.

The woman knelt down and tied her head to Irene.

“I'm sorry, Rochelin, but I don't want to get into any trouble. It's fate to die sick, isn't it? ”

Irene refuses, but she's still on her knees, squeezing her head.

“Irene, please. My experience is poor, so I can't afford to go behind her back. If my mother dies now, there will be a great crisis in Fallshuam and thousands of people will suffer. ”

Despite this serious atmosphere, the eyes kept turning to the beautiful golden tail that rested on Roseline's buttocks. I want to feel what it feels like.

“Ha, you're so intense. How many days has it been? ”

Irene shakes her head and gives the Pope a jaw. It was a sign to do as I taught you before.

“Irene, that child looks so sad. Can't you help me? ”

The poem said with a sad expression, as Irene taught him.

“You know I can't. ”

When someone who seemed to know Irene told me that she had hope on her face, it darkened Irene's words again.

“Is it okay for me to step up? ”

“You? It doesn't matter... ”

“Please, please, I beg you. ”

Rochelin asked you to tighten your head toward the poem.

Just a week ago, Roslin, the Admiral of Fallshuam, the mother of Rochelin, suddenly collapsed unconscious. A lot of therapists and doctors tried to cure Roslin, but it was all for nothing.

So the last place I checked was Irene's mansion.

She knew Irene wouldn't help. Nevertheless, I had no choice but to tighten my head and ask. It was that urgent and dangerous.

“Then I'll take a look. ”

“Okay. I know you're lucky, Rochelin. The Pope came to see me today and helped me. ”

“Thank you. Thank you very much. ”

Tears streamed from Rochelin's eyes, moved by the poem's help.

“Let's go now. We don't have time.”

“Yes. I'll take the lead. Thank you, Irene. ”

Rochelin greets Irene and leaves the mansion with the town.

As I was on my way, I rode a wagon in front of the mansion for a long time, unlike the idea of having to watch Paul Shuam. It was not a window made of glass, so I couldn't even see what was out there, but it was also not a bad thing that there was only two of us with Rochelin.

The poem glances over at Rochelin.

Except for the cat's ears and tail, there was nothing special about people. Although the lines were thin and the lips looked attractive, they were quite pretty, but they were a step or two below Irene or Aru.

Her face was pretty, but the problem was that she was wearing clothes with no visible body at all. The slightly tightened long trousers and a few layers of tops significantly reduced Rosheline's beauty.

It's warm, but I wonder if it'll be hot like that.

After staring at Rochelin for a while, I decided to give her a full name.

“It's a poem.”

“My name is Rosalind Rhone Dion. ”

At the polite introduction of Rochelin, the poem nods. Moreover, I deliberately took my future plans with a serious look, fearing that I would lose my ignorance of the world.

I was going to take the seeds rather than get the laroline itself. The poem wants Laroline for itself.

But the problem was that they didn't have enough money to build a cosmetic factory or buy. Well, this is what can happen if you buy a small homomixer or stirrer, but the bigger problem is that even if you make it, you don't have any awareness of cosmetics, so it's difficult to sell it.

So the poem was going to change the order a little bit. Once there was a capital of 200 million won, I decided to open a teahouse first, collect the money, and market cosmetics at the same time. It was illegal to make and sell cosmetics without permission, but I intended to aim to make and use them by the individual without any problem. Of course, I had no intention of putting a cosmetic product called Quezron on the front. Like a faceless singer, you know, marketing real cosmetics?

“Almost there. The Pope.”

I was just thinking about starting my business a little later, and Roseline told the poet.

The poem nods and steps off the wagon.

I looked around and the house was just a two-story wooden building in front of me, full of trees and grass. I heard it's a maritime trade city, but I can't even see the ocean.

In front of the house, two strong women were standing with spears. The height was one more headache than the poem, and their forearms and legs looked more than twice the size of any man.

“Dear Pope, come in. ”

Rochelin opens the door between them and goes in and calls for a poem.

The poem followed Rochelin to the basement, not on the second floor as I thought, but through a hidden staircase inside the room.

The wall is covered with mysterious stones that glow. It is not dark.

A little further down, there was a room in which a woman, presumed to be in her early 20s, was lying in bed. However, her complexion was very pale.

I went straight to the profile.

[Roslin Rhone Dion]

[Age: 152]

[Height: 170.3cm]

[Weight: 55kg]

[Chest Size: 75C]

[Number of sex: 12 times]

[Pregnancy Status: No]

[Status: Mykon Poison]

[Gurnard: tail]

Apparently, he was in his early 20s, but he was 152 years old. What was even more shocking was that he was 152 years old and had only had 12 sex in total. It didn't make any sense at all.

Roslin's face was rather cute. Overall, it looked like Rochelin, especially the shape of her lips. Roslin was also less than Aruna Irene, but had a fairly high class beauty.

However, if it seemed like she was in her mid-20s, Roslin would look cute and be her sister.

Anyway, it wasn't about looks, it was about treatment. Fortunately, the status quo of the profile gives me an approximate picture of what ails me and what is wrong with me.

“You're poisoned. ”

“Poison... ”

The poem shocked Rochelin.

“Mykon Dog. ”

“Me, Michonne! Uh, how did Mykon Dog.... ”

She shakes her head to see if she was in great shock. The poem shocked me and lifted me up.

I was a little worried about the situation that the poison was difficult to treat. Irene said she could definitely cure it, but she still hasn't developed confidence in her healing abilities.

“It's gonna be hard to fix. ”

“Please. Please. Please."

Rochelin asked me with tears to the words of an unconfident poem.

“Hmm……. I'll try.”

I was not very confident, but I had to succeed. That way you can get Laroline.

The poem approached Roslin.

Her breath in the white robe is so weak that whenever she stops breathing, it is not strange. I was about to activate the magical circuits immediately, but the white robe Roslin was wearing continued to be trampled on. I felt uneasy.

“Do you mind if I take my clothes off? ”

“Ah! Of course. I'll take it off.”

Rosalind, who was looking at her with a worried expression, carefully stripped off Roslin's robe immediately after the poem said.

The poem liked women, but I didn't want to see the patient's insides. I was really worried that I might be wrong about that robe. You can't just skip treatment because you're worried about being naked.

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Best regards,

Have a nice day.