Gang of Yuusha

Shoji rented one of the Affordable Lodging rooms that came with the drinker, but it wasn't actually that different from the apartment because it was available from the back.

If I blocked the contact aisle, it would be a complete private room, and the hall was naturally a liquor store, so I could have a beer in ten steps from my room, so I just liked it as an alum.

It was completely overnight when Perfect Potion received from Percivel was brought into the lending warehouse, checked the inventory and distributed to the retailers.

When I got home from the back road, the door was open and I noticed that the keys to the tomato bowl at the front door had been stolen.

When I opened the door carefully, I smelled seafood from the indoor.

Precious heat source stones - black plates full of flattened holes are used.

The cocky sound of the pan boiling came into my ear.

The room is warm enough, and the cold warms my hand.

I could see the back of a female student dressed in a white and blue based uniform.

The clear long skirt hangs on to the candle and wears a black leather jacket on top of the sailor's jacket, which serves as a jacket, but gives a little peek at the white back collar from the back of his head.

The stretched cuffs are covered with white cloth.

The dull, nearly brown blonde hair was tied over the back of her head, making it easier to move.

The girl leaned and tasted a small plate while stirring her balls.

Looking back to see if you felt any signs of Shoji, his tenuous but loving young face creates a nasty grin.

Lorelei. He is also a seller with a territory around St. Felices.

"It's you... what are you doing. How do you know my house?

"Welcome back, darling. I tailed him right at first, but he couldn't, so when I asked the band, they told me, right?

"... right"

Being close to other fellow sellers is reassuring information, but being too close is also a problem.

"Yeah. I made fried seafood pilaf and chicken. And some tomato salad."

"It would have cost me money. You don't have to do this."

"I'm the best seller out there. Long enough for the group. Darling's got something to say, right?

I beg you at the top, so Shoji dropped his shoulder and surrendered.

"I love you, Lorelei. You're the best."

"Come on! I'll carry you, sit at the table."

The living room was small and the seating table made Shoji sit up against the wall as well.

From what I can see, the rooms that were messy and scattered are cleaned and the miscellaneous items carefully consolidated.

Newspapers and bundles of documents, as well as liquor bottles and even wooden barrels before leaving, are kept out of the way.

The books of sales submitted were meticulous, and even the correspondence of the purchasing members of the College of Women was made.

Problems and purchase amount, I wait for payment at my discretion, or interest if I invest ahead of time.

The little girl turns her head, and she's competent. I have no doubt about that at all.

I'm the perfect man to love if I don't imitate him like a shoving wife.

"Hey, I don't want spices in the kitchen. Let's go buy some next time."

Lorelei casually placed the order as he put a teaspoon in his mouth and breathed in the hot pilaf to taste the long grain rice.

Shoji mouthed the pilaf and shook his hand as he sifted on the goodness of its seafood stock, responding calmly as he was about to remove the spoon.

"Write it down in your notebook. I'll buy it...... no, it's not. Are you staying?

"No way. I have my own house, too. But I want to take care of Darling."

"I've been myself as long as I take care of myself"

"But sooner or later, you're gonna be rich, right? Then you'd hire a servant, and you should get used to people taking care of you."

"Right... I guess so"

Rounded into the mouthpiece, Shoji turned his mind to the meal.

Because I wanted to do something about my hunger, and I wanted to taste more rice.

The salting and reduction of the chopped vegetables were also balanced, and the tomatoes were marinated in olive oil with increased flavor.

The chicken is well flown with extra oil and the surface is crunchy as a calamari.

The gravy that bites is stuck.

None of this is comparable to restaurant food.

"Why are you so good?

When Shoji, imprisoned by a feeling like he was eating hallucinations, asked, Lorelei hung up the edge of his mouth for a full grin and showed his teeth.

"Did you learn that at school?"

"It tastes like Dordo's going to kill himself in shock. I can be a cock."

"Haha, 'cause I can't. It's just an idea. It's going to taste good because I'm going to take the time to take care of it. If you're going to make a lot for your customers, the taste will change, and the cost will have to be considered."

"You know what?"

"Yes, yes. But I'm glad. If it's that good, I guess I'll come and make it every day."

"Oh, I want to eat every day... ah"

I was joking and they were telling me, so I casually gave it back, and a strange silence came in the gaps in the conversation.

Strangely, the place is perfectly still.

Lorelei's eyes are not laughing with half a laugh.

He has a nasty, bad face with his mouth corner crooked.

It's like the moment you drop someone as you aim at the pit.

Shoji realized that he had been taken by word.

"... yeah, well, sometimes's fine. Occasionally."

"Oh, I know."

I couldn't tell if Shoji really knew, but I felt chilly as I was about to collapse into Kata.

It's not as light as dealing with assassins and city gangs.

When I finished my meal, I started dishwashing without saying anything, and when it was over, I complained about the laundry storage.

They should also go and buy stylish clothes for the storage counter and extra space.

Nodding ambiguously as he slept in his room and listened.

If you're at home with a friend, drinking, playing cards or talking business, Lorelei used to talk about school.

At the moment, they started clubbing. I thought I'd be inclined to sports or even hobbies, and he said it's quick to join a social club to judge the potion.

"Me, little one, but my face is scratchy. Sold great. No, what happened to the gang that sold the potion before?

"You want to hear it?

"Ugh, yeah...... well, for once"

"It was the lower end of the Alchemy Society. He was an alchemist little boy and held one of his female students in a potion. I asked a scrap dealer to turn it into pig feed in a steam boiler, but he was a nice guy to greet me politely."

Since ultra-refined water could also be recovered, it was two birds with one stone.

If you have the organization behind you, is it possible that you will be hostile for about five minutes?

If we crush each other, we have to fight.

"Yeah... Darling's not gonna soak me in potion, is he? Sexual slavery. Shit. I can only do the Pure Love route."

Hold yourself with both hands to protect your body.

Shoji stood on one knee while also leaning against the wall and relaxed with his arm on his knee.

"Every moderation and serious life doesn't work. It's the world. There will be weak men possessed by potions, but you will probably be able to turn back on the way, even if it does."

"What about the darling?

"I'm an addict. We just have to hang out in moderation. I can also put in pause time."

"Hmm... I'll judge the perfect potion at the party. Everyone drinks and flirts with men. Ainki-chan, it's gonna be a great feast."

"I'll give you a gun. So defend yourself... let me know in case you kill me. process appropriately. I'll hold the judge in if I have to, and you, the young lady, will never go to jail."

"It's all right to protect yourself... but if you look at all that stuff, the color will put it on you... maybe you need darling to adore you"

Soot softly turns the table on all fours but comes around and approaches it.

With a sweet face, he twists his neck and asks without a voice, pressing his head against his chest plate.

I leaned over with my weight so that the cat wanted to stay in my husband's hands.

I can't help but crumble my knee and cuddle with an agura.

Since Leather Jean was undressed and was in uniform, Shoji felt like he had become something giddy.

Smells like a young woman.

A sweet smell resembling the aroma of a large circle of flowers drifts down my nose.

When I touch my hair, it is soft and I can see my body temperature is high even over my clothes.

Looking down, my long eyelashes were punching and blinking repeatedly.

You were nervous, your shoulders were tight.

"... porn, do you?

I blurted my head because I was deliberately upset.

"Your parents will worry if you don't go home."

I'm staying here today.

I didn't rely on anywhere to ask permission, but I gave my head back as I loved the little animal.

"Whatever you want."

"Yeah, I'll like it"

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When morning came, there was no one in the futon.

The leftover incense smells fluffy from the futon. The smell of inviting emotion and burning your brain. While we slept together, I kept it close enough to stroke my tiny ass, but if these things happened a few times, reason felt out of control.

I guess that's what he wants too - not only his legs, but if he soaks up plenty in the gang world, he'll eventually be expelled, and his future will crush everything.

In the meantime, should I make a choice?

I became a resident of darkness because neither myself nor my companions were able to live correctly.

Lorelei doesn't need to do that at all.

I don't see how I'm having trouble with my tuition and I don't hesitate to buy ingredients for silly expensive meals. I have already seen that I am also the daughter of a fine and wealthy house.

It is also good to scout for female students who are suitably in need of money.

It's a shame to lose competent talent, but at least turn it around to the sub level, not the main one.

"Mmm..."

A note was withheld under a plate of sandwiches placed on the table.

'You can't cheat on me too much!' and written with anger mark sketches, pinched with fine paper letters.

There are traces of unwaxing beeswax and the mark was erased a few days ago but I'm sure it arrived yesterday.

The sender is Holly S. Detromix.

When I read the note, besides the seasonal greeting, a silver chest stamp was enclosed.

An unfamiliar batch in the shape of a tsuruhashi.

Dear you.

The autumn harvest is over, and the sea of wheat is mowed and lonely around me.

I asked the Magician's Church for my next job because of a work failure, but it's not flavorful.

Frankly, it's not your fault, but I don't regret it so much. I was tired of telling the truth, too.

In the end, he spends every day drilling his books while enjoying a late vacation in a separate home.

It calculates the rate of decay of plants harvested in Riyama, recovers rare grass trees with different speckles to view them in a microscope, and summons microbes from different worlds to give them raw meat.

I thought I'd spend these peaceful days with you, but that would be unfortunate but not what you wanted.

Besides, my values regarding the back society will not be overshadowed.

Even if my relationship with you became a lifetime thing ahead of me, I won't be able to change it forever.

Now, you know that my position is as a summoning magician, but I also prefer my position as a doctor.

Father's wastefully large territory is ancient in history, but remains a site with a deeper history than during the Royal Marquis.

For the most part, it is customary to find them at construction sites, pioneering sites, etc., and decide not to see them or bury them because they are troublesome at the end of the day, but I let them keep the ruins by using the bounty system.

This home affairs policy was a birthday present for me, and I enjoyed fully studying the ruins and documenting my appearance and historical views.

When I submitted it as a paper, I was allowed to be sequenced as one of the few 'archaeologists' authorised to the Crown.

Management becomes the Cultural and Historical Agency. I have been entrusted with minor rights, not directly under my jurisdiction, but the registration of officials has been completed, and if I submit the results, I may receive money from the Crown.

I'm going to exercise those rights a little bit and give you my position as my deputy.

The position becomes an aide. It's an official position. My friends in the ministry also signed me. It's not a dark informal behind.

Apparently, the Adventurer Guild master refused to register you with a scratch on your shin, but a visit as an 'archaeologist's aide' would make it impossible to refuse.

The cumbersome process has already been completed.

We shall grant permission to Shoji Quick to enter the dungeon as a historical heritage of His Majesty the King's nation and friendly nations.

Try not to lose the enclosed silver medal.

That way you won't forget me, either, so that I won't forget you.

May you return to the path of light. [M]

- From a window with a view of the wheat field. From your closest “friend” Holly.

Because the stretching party is in a month.

After reading the letter, Shoji realized that the path to the world of the table, which was so difficult, was finely connected.

Thin and expectant emotions crept up, but I let myself calm down out of strength.

"It's all right now, Holly."

A hand with a letter fell. It's already too late.

Time has passed since I abandoned myself.

I lived as a filthy person for two years.

Whoever interrupts his path has lived by beating him to death.

There's nothing to regret or look back on.

Pick a silver medal. Would things have changed if the people who would have made it this far had appeared sooner? Haven't you dyed your hands of evil? Were you able to hold a gripping justice in your hand for once?

Even if you think about it, you can't say anything.

It is difficult to restore the true water flowing to the ground back to its original form.

"But thanks for the new status. I'll make the most of the title of" Assistant Archaeologist. "

Adventurers are the ones who drink potion a lot in a way.

This sign is great to sell to them.

Nothing earns more trust than an approved scholar in Wang Du.

I felt bad about swelling Holly's good intentions, but you could buy some of the dungeon's harvest and give it to him.

Mountain masters are the kind of people who go to places of death, such as demonic nests, rather than former ones.

They are also those who embody "death or glory."

I can't be an addict honestly, but the resilience of Perfect Potion is enough to repair even the missing arm over time.

Even if it's forbidden, I'm determined to want it.

"Do you want to find a job before you go to a party?"

He changed his shirt to something clean in an attempt to dress like that, wore an open collar Norfolk jacket with a ribbon strap on his belly, and wore pants with a faint tone of hemp fabric.

Wear socks with no holes and silver medals on your chest to make yourself look good.

The shoes only had work boots, but they felt stiff and matched, so they got tight.

I opened the front door and had to leave - remembering that I had to send out a letter reply before I tried to, and Shoji fished the room looking for a brush pen,

I worried about the thank-you sentence and it took me hours to erase or add it over and over before I could complete it.

I must offer her my thanks.

And thou hast helped me to widen my ways,