Gang of Yuusha

Barbarian King Hall Totnakun is the king who reigns over the beasts.

At the same time, it has an aspect as a manager who heads a group of companies.

Because in modern times the Beasts have merged into human civilization.

I need funds to feed my clan, and if I'm social, I'll start a business for prosperity.

From construction, finance, shipping, real estate, and food and beverage chain stores - we also deal with metal products factories and alchemy factories.

I can't be an administrator of public nature, but I'll do just about anything.

None of them have succeeded, but the Beast Nation is a robust flesh, with loyalty and enduring long hours of labor.

There are countless other small outdoor stores and zero companies, small in size, but if you add up the entire number of employees on the continent, it will exceed 100,000.

One in ten people in Error Knife Town was an animal man, and working for a related company was even an implicit code.

A heterogeneous community made up of beasts and born in the city of the human race has roots in the city.

The palace inhabited by the Beast King is established as a sign of peace and has been built for many years.

Most of all, deep hatred still reeks of corruption in the bottom stream of both.

Still, it creates a friendly atmosphere on the surface.

It has been through many times in the form of bloody wars, depending on race differences.

"Why do I have to look at the Barbarian King? Fuck you."

While holding Tsuba Hiroshi's hat, the cursed wingman manipulated his wings, pointing both legs to the ground from his flight posture.

Flirting the two gray feathers, they descend in clutter. The wind cut feathers were blue and glossy on each of the fine feathers.

Confirm the street number from the traffic sign placard and confirm the location with the stared eye. Less traffic, but well maintained, eastern Error Knife Town.

Relatively speaking, it was also an administrative district inhabited by wealthy people.

Naturally, the mansions line up every block, but the number of gendarmes patrolling is high.

Wingman Rack Broad.

Sometimes I have eyes and I tightened the tie back tightly.

I had to do it even if I didn't think it made sense. The jacket was carefully ironed. I kept my boots brand new and shiny, and my pants aren't even tired.

It has been a long time since the company chapter was attached to my chest.

And if he shall take his seat with the top seed of the beast man, he shall be dressed up.

That is the duty of the inferior.

It was regrettable that various clothes could not be procured. Even one of the wrinkles is a sign of disrespect.

It's a courtesy that I think the guy who thinks about it can screw up.

Speaking of status, Rack is only the assistant manager of the merchandise sales department, which belongs to a logistics company.

When such a wooden man ate a call from the barbarian king, he was so surprised to think that the heavens and the earth had been reversed.

The Barbarian King is an animal man on a cloud.

When you see him, you don't speak up, he's the king of beasts who should just lay low.

"That said, there's not much chance of birth"

Ambition crept in.

Twenty-one and young, the person in question would not stand out and admit it, but among the beasts he had a reputation as a Dada man.

The soggy jaw and dripping eyes play a role in creating a sweet mask.

Rack himself, he knew painfully that he had no talent for violence.

Though of a racial nature, it has also become a fatal weakness as an organization of beasts.

Even during the war, the Wingman was destined to be sent out to scout and shot down by the magician's unleashed demon bullet.

The only beauty as a species is its ability to fly.

A human city could have harnessed its abilities.

I have a routine to live as a haulier. Flying transport is a successful category.

In a peaceful world, the beauty of the forehead played a role, and thanks to the colored man, Rack's judging products sold to fly.

My favorite item name is Fall Potion.

It is a yellow perverted system, detoxifying and predominantly judged by beasts whose diet is unstable.

It's one of the most iconic potion outlets.

That's nobody, I'm moving it.

It was a whispering pride for Rack.

A short walk down the sidewalk reveals a mansion with a line of decorative columns that are destinations. It is the residence of the king, which is so great that it is under pressure and is also designated as a cultural asset.

The stone emancipated horizontal mansion is wide enough to likely accommodate nearly a hundred people.

Even from the number of windows you can see from afar, you can see that the number of rooms is unnecessarily high.

There are three spear-shaped enclosures, and the steel gate crosses a person's back length. Now, the door is not nasty because of the sophisticated and detailed workmanship.

I can see the garden trees foresting from beyond the enclosure.

Even if it looks rough, it is maintained, with seasonal flowers blooming in the corners of the lawn.

In the fountain, boulders were turning into collisions and making circles.

The statue to be decorated on the side of the road had created the dynamic beauty of the fantastic beast.

It is a small forest of fantasy made by the Barbarian King in the middle of the city.

"Let me in."

I spoke to the gatekeeper.

Show them with the horizontal hands of a lion clan with tall, fleshy flesh.

Silent pressure emanates from a gatekeeper who is just arming himself.

He was silently allowed to pass without any courtesy for the trinket.

Regardless, the heavy-duty gateway opened for me.

- The barbarian king is a lion again.

Many human tribes are mistaken - but beasts also have factions.

So there is the theory that it is branched out.

Each race employs jobs that are easy to do for each.

Sometimes they look down on each other, take it lightly, and kill each other.

It may be the same human race that discriminates against each other in body shape and skin color.

Even the same kind of race, if slightly different, hates.

I was at a leisurely pace going down the central road of the vestibule. There was room until the specified time. It's not good to be too early.

Over time, Rack fumbled into wonder.

What to do when greeting Hall Totnakun.

What are the requirements in the first place? Why did you name me?

If you have any orders, you can tell the president at your place. If it's a secret directive, you can seal it with a letter. We don't need to call it in, that's enough.

There is absolutely no beast man who obeys the mighty, such as a fool, who thinks against the commands of the barbarian king.

Or - do you ask for something personal?

It is no longer for the scourge of war.

The barbarian king succeeded in the city of man because he abandoned the heart of the beast (Wild Heart).

He is also a respectable man who has devoted himself to the future of the Beast Man.

Nevertheless, a barbarian king with large, pitch-black furrows freezes the hearts of the beholder.

Our patron saint is a bearer of fierce temper. Those who anger you will not see the sun tomorrow morning.

Besides, the barbarian king had rare qualities among the beasts.

It is an invisible ability that no one in the name of a powerlessness junction will ever give in.

The priest who serves the Beast God described the Barbarian King as' untouchable '.

The blade did not arrive and the bullet was bounced. Magic spreads.

He also has a flesh of steel that is rare to the beast man.

There are also stories of defeating those who could be made the next barbarian kings.

Rack is not going to be an unfamiliar challenger.

In wartime, the Barbarian King, who left his most powerful name wanting, is also the protagonist of the legend that appears in folk songs.

Who would challenge such a monster?

It's no surprise that the infamous tomb mark blinded by fame is inscribed with a fool and a name.

Dirty barbarian king. Terrible barbarian king. Our invincible barbarian king.

It's much smarter to lick your shoes and get a spill.

"Anyway, it's up to me to dictate the princess."

Rumor has it that a grain of courtier is an extinct beauty.

Few humans have seen themselves because they are raised to be balls in their hands, butterflies, flowers, but it is rumoured.

Life would change dramatically if we put ourselves in a kingdom relationship with the Barbarian King.

I'm still determined not to be dealt with now, but you should be able to think about it when it comes out sooner or later.

"You."

"Yes?"

Speaking ten meters to the entrance to the mansion, Rack turned reflectively.

There was a woman lying and reading with a hammock between the trees.

Glossy one leg is thrown out on the ground. Black cat ears wrapped in fur - no, black leopard (kurohiro) ears - while holding silver hair shaking in an approximate breeze. It was rocking.

I keep my voice shut, but I'm dropping my eyes on the text of the book.

He reassembled his legs and sighed "Phew," leaving him feeling tired.

Rack pretended to cover his eyes. The woman looks poisonous in her eyes.

Negrije is a loose, much more transparent see-through. The waistband is properly wrapped, but the shoulder strap is deflected, and even the shapes and colors of the dreadful string underwear are visible.

He has zoggly sharp, freezing eyes.

Rack noticed.

Rigid golden longitudinal eyes. There is also lion blood in it.

"It's Rack Broad."

"Yes, are you my lord (Lord) 's lady"

"Not so"

Then why are you in this mansion - I couldn't imagine Rack being as good as reading in a hammock, even though he wasn't on the brink of a barbarian king.

Relatives or something. Could be one of the many beloved mistresses.

Besides, such a little girl is not in the information. It is also Rack's lapse to be unable to discern the beast man to greet.

Preparing for a glance, most of the people and names in the mansion have been memorized, but it has been a wasted effort.

"How long are you going to stand?"

"Ha ha... no, excuse me"

My thinking came back from the confusion. Keep one knee down.

You don't have to be sure the target is superficial.

The tension is golden and I'm trying to get my whole body all over me. My throat is twitching because of my invisible fear.

A little girl who could easily break her bones - why am I under such pressure?

Wherever it may be.

Humiliation strikes.

My feelings for injustice increased.

And yet somehow - my daughter had the charm of being sucked in.

My daughter got tired of it.

Poor lips trembled and told with a voice like a silver bell rang.

"Great. Let's answer the question. The rest is Shatoshi Totnakun, the barbarian king."

"Huh?"

I doubted my ears.

I restrained myself carefully and explored the signs of a joke, but I just had a cheeky face.

"You're gonna make me say it again."

"Yes, no, I just thought our lord was Hall Totnakun."

"My father died the other day. My late father has lost his mind. I foolishly tried to cross with the rest. It would be more mercy to kill him."

Dead - killed.

I found out who the mystery was. The daughter in front of me is the daughter of the Barbarian King.

And now he's become the barbarian king himself.

"The body is in the mansion. If you want to see it, go to my father's bedroom. Little bit, there is no part of the limb because of the dispute, but I plan to officially have a funeral sooner or later"

"No, no, My Lord. You don't have to. Don't be suspicious."

There were no lies in Châteauxie's mouthfeel laughing funny. I can see a tiny stretched fang.

Buried with Hall Totnakun is a shock fact, but Rack calmed his mind.

Even if I change my mind, my routine remains the same. I don't need to change.

It's not a big deal to change who you take in.

"Well, it's a rack. I read your report, but I'm curious."

"Yes."

The report - that such a thing has read the Barbarian King?

Aren't you just sitting at your desk letting it go down?

I know it's unusual. Why is there so little that should remain dignified?

"I'm talking about some foreclosure reports. Because of the involvement of dangerous people, it was written that we should not draw our hands from the problems of various places. Who is the one who walks the streets with our faces, killing our countrymen?

Brothers?

Brothers among the beasts who are inferior?

Why should I care about those guys who can die on the side of the road?

Isn't this what noble barbarian kings need to worry about?

"Yes... I am a street corner brave (street braver). A very dangerous man in a cadet collapse, I thought he was comparable in the human race to the Knights of the Sacred Costume of the King's Capital."

"Then it won't be a big deal"

"Excuse me. The enemy is a monster, my lord. Nobody wants to be involved, Your Excellency. My personal thoughts......"

Mouthful. Is it right to talk like that?

Or should I be deluded with a lie of 800?

Which would be the better choice to show allegiance to the Barbarian King?

"Tell me."

Lies are forbidden.

Rack judged by the radiant glance of Chateaucy's Ranlan.

"He is a man with the hearts (wild hearts) of the beasts who abandoned him in living in our city. It's a human race, but it's a real thing."

"Care that much already means the rest of the bypass?

"No, never. Such a thing. We can't have a disabling world."

You're so cruel - no cunning human stinking bastard anywhere.

Strength is just bullshit bastards who kick potions and get stronger.

But be strong on the blue ceiling. It could have been him if there were some crazy bastard who could challenge a barbarian king in his life.

Kill me in an instant, or...

"Hmm... the brave (street braver) on the corner? It's a rare species of human race."

"Yes, my lord"

"But forgiveness is not granted. Kill him."

"Yes, my lord"

There was no other way than to answer that. I can't say anything else.

"But it's a rack. You used an ancient parable of words from the mind of the beast man. I haven't heard that word in a long time."

"I've been taught to do it."

Upon being honest, Châteaux seemed to like it. She was in a good mood and raised her shimmering silver hair.

It has the beauty of falling in love. I don't feel uncomfortable cutting it as a painting.

I'm going to lose the words to line up.

Even with grace, the arrogant eyes do have the qualities of a barbarian king who can unite the beast man.

We must show the same loyalty.

"Rack. I'll leave the rest of this to you. You can use whoever you want."

"Yes, I am a servant (My Lord)"