The original spirits are all inhuman greenhouse serial killers and brutal people.
They are echo terrorists who have always hated human beings and are the front-line raiders of environmental protection groups who never even look after children.
Humans maintain the well-being of their species by polluting the environment.
Cut down trees and contaminate water. Push out the mountain and burn the forest. That is the fate of the human race. In doing so, the spirits who seek the protection of nature and the environment are forced to disagree with humans.
Killing human beings was a genuine green law.
There is no other way to protect nature than that.
Therefore, I cannot coexist on both sides of the sky, so I have no choice but to clot. It was only natural that there was a bad relationship between humans destroying nature and the spirits trying to protect it.
Compromise is impossible.
The race is different in the first place, and the standing position and position are different.
The roots of the two races themselves are different. As the concessionaire dies, man and spirit fight forever until one is destroyed. Only the victor can survive.
So the spirits are monsters too.
This is why all the spirits I met were hostile.
"Undiner. But I've never seen him. What kind of monster is that, exactly?"
Winia answers my question.
"I've only heard stories. I've never heard stories. They often appear around Gradu.Every time they show up, the villagers die, so they keep coming out with subjugation quests. Usually a Class D or Class C referral. It's an intermediate spirit."
"Really?"
This is true from the last time I learned that the lower spirits are almost like nature, whereas most of the higher spirits in the middle class are similar in shape to humans.
Representatively, Nias does.
She didn't speak very well and had the ability to handle cruel ice, but it was a pretty girl.
Why do they take the shape of a man?
Perhaps my guess is that since then, I have been fighting with humans for eternity, trying to disgrace the other person's appearance. The feminine chain is something that comes from Mother Nature.
Usually, these middle-class spirits ask skilled D-class adventurer parties or C-class adventurers to subdue them. They're murderers who kill a lot of residents nearby once they show up. And it's a little strong.
Anyway, spirits are scary dicks.
"Well, I've already caught Nias. A middle-class spirit would be fine."
"Yeah. I've caught a sallist before."
Is it the spirit of fire if you're a salalist?
"The Spirit of Fire?"
"An intermediate spirit of fire, exactly. He showed up in a town near Krashheim, and he was a cocksucker who had a cute look and burned and killed his kids. I barely stopped him from setting fire to the stables."
"Oh, my God, those bastards."
She touches her children because she's been going through it.
As such, the spirits are extremely dangerous creatures.
The good and evil they possess cannot be cut to human value. I believe killing people is the right thing to do, because they're undoubted psychopaths.
They are a people who feel great joy in taking human corpses as nourishment of nature.
No, it's worse.
Usually, monsters kill to fill their bellies. Spirits simply hate humans and kill them. These are pleasure killers addicted to murder, to say the least.
"Hmph, there were a lot of sand spirits in the desert. Suddenly, with a sandstorm, humans and desert oaks don't cover up and suck up all the moisture in their bodies."
Claudine, who heard the story, scoured her lips with a finger and brought out the story of the Great Desert Shrdic.
People live in similar neighborhoods.
"Those dead creatures will be resurrected as undead monsters called Sandmummy by magic, and as soon as they are resurrected, they will raid the caravan to recover the lost moisture. They come together as a group and invade the oasis. Do you want your lost hot blood back?"
"Fucking scary bastards."
It was a pretty creepy story, Amy Shivaal.
I mean, it's like being a zombie.
In other words, this world is not a place for people to live.
Anyway, this is enough for an intermediate spirit.
Senior spirits who have only heard one more drink there often become notorious as true serial killers of this era.
The horrible anecdotes of the fearsome superior spirits called Ifritney, Celion, and Charkellani are even used as a regular material for the horror stories told by their former parents to children around the world.
Well, they burned down a whole village and turned all its inhabitants into ashes, or they flooded the rivers to get people in charge. Such frightening stories that freeze up the army that advances through the land of the cold.
"But Winia. You said you never saw Undine, right?"
"Didn't you?"
"Well, I guess I'll just have to find out what the law is before I go. It's a monster you don't know."
I have never dealt with the Spirit of Water, nor have I seen it.
They don't know their characteristics or the laws of their opponents. Then it would be good to recognize it and go. I'll only see the blood when I get there.
Nias, when dealing with that chewing gum, I had to hit the pattern with my body because I was suddenly confused, but I know the opponent to kill, but I don't have to go on a whitewashed adventure.
It is foolish to move without thinking.
"Yes, Cat. I thought about it. You need to know how to prepare for anything."
"Uh-huh, how much is my adventurer's time? Then let's gather some information today and leave tomorrow."
Winia said she was trying to make a decision.
"I told you I was a nigger, but you don't have to."
"What. Do you know how to fight?"
"Nigga, even if you've never seen the wizards, you can hear them in the stable and see them in a book. Let's go to the Alchemist Guild first."
"Why is it there?"
There must be a reason.
Following Winia, who began to move first, she began to explain in a confident tone.
"Undine needs something special to catch because her body is a spirit made of water. Can a nigger ring water with a knife?"
"Of course I can't cut. Some say why the couple fight is about cutting water with a knife."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Anyway, I don't know."
Ice can be bellowed, but it is impossible to cut water. The only possible existence is the mythical era legendary Great Swordsman Moses.
"Spirit-extinguishing supplies, but to kill Undine, you need to spray something magical on the knife."
"Ah. You sold it to an alchemist's guild?"
"Yes."
The water spirits seem to be resistant to physical attacks. So you have to enchant it with some artificial consumables. It looks like the attack will work.
But if so, does the fire magic not allow Winia's main power to touch Undine?
"Uh-huh, Winia, you really don't have a way?"
"There's no way? You can oil the springs and stick them in the fire bolts. But I don't think that's enough, so I need it."
"Holy shit."
I followed Winia to the Alchemist Guild.
Of course, buying goods was all delegated to Winia. Even if alchemists are crooks, they can't cheat wizards in similar industries.
It's the fucked-up adventurers who don't have the strength to go anywhere. The wizards who have a dense bun called the Horse Tower can't be fooled.
Waiting a while, Winia returns.
"Well, nigga. He says he's out of stock now, so we have to make it."
"Yeah? That's nothing else to do. How long does it take?"
"I have to come to dinner. The referral fee is two silver coins."
"I'm going to turn around, really. What a prick."
"It's a magical item."
I thought I should invest two silver in catching a 20-silver undine, so I thought I'd cry. As soon as we left the Alchemist Guild, Winia led us to the grocery store.
To bury powder on a knife, it had to be glued, so I had to buy a pagan. Indeed. The enchant was not a butt.
It seemed oddly realistic and became a study.
Sprinkle a dagger and apply medicine on it to hit Undine. I think it's hard to import knives after work.
"Well, I have to leave tomorrow."
"Cook. If you go to work for about three days, your sisters will complain."
I think so.
This is the disadvantage of frequent business travelers.
"And nigga. We have to go to Class C quest tomorrow anyway. I told you I'd catch the wagon tomorrow."
"Oh, I forgot that."
I was completely forgetting because I was unfamiliar with Class C quests.
"Anyway, do you think I'll be home for a while, since I have until dinner anyway?"
"Let's do it."
Then the three of them returned home.
But I was really going to rest, and as soon as I opened the door, Claudie and Winia were overrun. They're both so obscene.
I can't break my breasts in life.
* * *
Around that time of evening, I went back to the Alchemist's Guild to pick up the items. It was a little green powder in my pocket, and I really don't want to make money on these bastards.
The old Madekasol, too, and they have a knack for selling cheap dicks.
The blood will rise upside down.
"So, you're just gonna leave her alone and go to work? It's a real honeymoon. Do I really have to go on a business trip? Too much integrity, you bastard."
Karin gently lowered his waist over me and said so. The feeling of slipping and warmth soon pushes me away.
I'm sorry I said I'm going on business.
But I have no choice but to go out and do my job.
"You're making my body crazier now. Is it that bad that I'm leaving?"
"I really want to follow you. I'll sell you a guild test."
"Wait, that's it. I'll come and hug you hard, so you wait."
"Hah... Hah, I can't let you leave without a real leash."
"Hiiq!"
Karin's insides don't make any sense. Her body bends like a bow. I savor the culmination and bury my face in my chest. I stroked my back neck for a while, and I lay down beside him, as if I was satisfied.
"Hm, even if we live together, we have this disadvantage."
Next, Risha, who came up to me, grabbed something that was heavily damp with semen and Karin's patella and skillfully tucked it inside her.
"The body is getting closer, and I think it's time to fall again, so I feel lonely already. When you're done, don't be late. Come back soon. This is all she can say."
I move only my hips, stretching out my big tits on my face to help me with my condition. I just grabbed her breast and sucked her tits.
If I do it myself, it won't last 10 seconds, but if Risha does it herself, it can hold.
"Phew...!"
"Of course you have to come back quickly. My wives are waiting."
"It's hard to wait. I just want you to quit your job and stay with your mother-in-law forever."
"Uh-huh, of course I will. But we still have to get to work."
A daily routine where wives come up one after the other, even if they just lie down.
Yes, there are wives like this who can't be lazy.
Claudie and Winia are now laying next to each other to see if there are any foxes left that have continued during the day. Once I had done that, I brought Alane's flowerpot to play the flower daughter.
"... the Maiden will help."
"It's a shame you sprayed it on flowers."
It was not even a flower daughter anymore.
"Ah... my chest is so soft."
Sitting in front of the pot, Risha and Karin knelt down and licked my ears while rubbing my chest against my stuff. I really think my wives are so obscene.
Of course, the situation is going to get faster.
- Buenos Aires!
The semen that emanates as usual damps the petals of Alaune. Flowers are enlivened by it and bloom wide. Lisa nods after watching it.
"I can't believe she's helping her baby with her boobs, leaving Alane in front of her. I can't believe I even feel joy..."
"Thank you, Risha. I love you."
Anyway, the day before the journey, I was also sent surrounded by my wives' breasts.
Tomorrow we have to get up early, so let's do a little less.