Gang of Yuusha

When he crossed the steel entrance gate, the elegant hall greeted him.

Constructed of pale natural stones with reduced tone, the architecture is palatable.

The bigger it is compared to other mansions, the bigger it is, but the design is elaborate on the windows and roof shapes, with a grand standing in the E shape.

Although it is a stone slab roof similar to Jarin, it is like being a slum - not a horny, wretched gray roof (slate). Even if I tried it as a roof tile, it is one way to process it, and I can tell it is a luxury product.

"It's my father's sister and my aunt's wedding address... of, sister, your home"

"When I get there, I feel like someone else."

"I can't fool around with the relationship either. When I contacted you, you gave me permission."

The gate soldiers greeted him in awe.

Upon the guidance of the maid who has rushed on a small run, she is directed towards the courtyard, not the front door.

The maintained garden was full of fresh greenery and was built to enjoy the seasonality.

Equivalent, your gardener seems to have put a lot of effort into gardening.

The performances of flower beds coloured with carefully pruned lawns and good looking flowers are eye friendly.

"It's very elegant."

"... I should give you a compliment. Because the stiff are the stiff ones."

I heard people making noise on purpose.

Turning around the corner of the building, the shadow of the group enters into view.

The ladies (ladies), gathered on the open terrace, sat back in their chairs in overly heavily decorated outfits and were eager for herbal tea.

Speaking to Peggy, he cheers yellow, laughs loudly while holding back his mouth, and picks an unlimited number of snacks.

The party takes the form of a tea party, and on the surface it doesn't seem to be in such a way as competing. Because you don't like the muddy smell of a competitive society?

The crops brought over are on the floor of the mansion.

Or it is decorated with a horizontal table that serves as a garden enclosure, a mechanism that can be viewed.

The harvest may remain intact, but those already processed are also arranged according to usage.

Descriptions, labels, and booklets for you will describe the efficacy and usage - edible, beverage, medicinal, beauty, and many other uses.

It is also possible to order the servant to enjoy it on the spot.

Upon arrival at the venue, a relaxed afternoon dress rushes over quickly.

I guess he's the host. Shoji also confirmed where the maid slapped him.

"Holly, I'm so glad you're taking me to a place like this."

"We're out of time, auntie"

"How's your brother-in-law? Didn't they take over the vineyards in Van Hard? Sounds like a lot of fertile land."

"Ha ha... sorry, central info says... really, it's just... yes"

Holly turns in a social dictionary with a grinning smile.

Throughout the conversation, I was refreshed to remember something that was itchy. Separated into stories, the late twenties woman satisfied with the story just realized for the first time that Shoji, hands in hand with a white face that

"Well, can I introduce you to this one?

"I'm a close friend of mine. His name is Shoji Quick. Yeah."

"We are freelance. Pleasure."

"Well."

It is in the form of leaving professions and qualities to the imagination of the other person, but it is not so disrespectful.

Since the accompanying Holly is an aristocrat, a certain degree of identity will have already been guaranteed.

The woman began to reckon with Shoji's outfit.

Shoji also found that his gaze moved visibly. Don't be nervous. He is judged to be a country man. I responded with a relaxed, thin grin. Suits in gentle shades of shoulders are not tough. A cut on the shoulder would look great to fit a sharp face or a forged body shape, but it's totally not a good fit for a tea party during the day.

I used to make those mistakes when I was a soldier.

An outfit in the upper class must be first and foremost an appearance that does not crush the host's mentions, matching the venue but springing up. When you enter the town, you are told to obey the town. Courtesy should be a passing score as a guest.

"You're cute. Nice wild strawberries."

"I just want to enjoy your harvest... and I'll take a look at it to make sure it doesn't bother you"

Shoji was relieved inside.

I think I managed to cut through.

Your lady's glasses made it. If you fall here, it won't be a lot of things.

It's like a swan group mixed with chickens. Even if it rings well, you won't be dealt with.

The expression is adorable - it metaphors that wild strawberries won't be commerce.

So no matter how great it is, don't inspire the pride of a farm owner.

It was conveyed that he was just an outsider of interest.

Sounds good.

Because I need you to be alert first.

Wearing a lamb mask and attending a whimsical wellside meeting, so you go home with your bare hands?

Shoji was taken by Holly and formally greeted and turned.

From the sightseeing square you can hear children running around.

There seems to be no decision on a seat, and they are free to eat and chat at the table.

There were also figures of the men who apparently visited at the request of their wives, but the total number is about a tenth? Just the three of us. It solidifies whether it is united or not, and the ladies are distancing themselves and sprinkling cigars on the bench.

He seemed bored and had a desire to go home uniformly on his face.

"Holly, can I have a little fun?"

"Do you even do an aromatic massage, like the beauty goddesses who fall asleep by the water over there?

The lavish, bumpy ladies were falling asleep by the pool.

When Holly described the beautiful boy's last name (pepper) and the way he was being served by his maid, Shoji agreed with his honest face.

"I have plans."

"Sometimes I don't know what you think... well, we're gonna hang out"

Shoji decided to go around the large floor where the exhibit would be decorated.

Taste the tastings arranged on the plate. Grains molded into confectionery, dried fruit, cup tea, medicinal or cotton products that are not edible are also taken in hand and finally handled.

The behavior of a big man with a back length is what attracts the women's attention. It would also be extremely natural if we were to be appreciative of what we brought. Shoji knew he wasn't capable of minor sales talks, so he took the tactic of carving them into his memory, one way or another, for all his goods.

I use a large stomach and try to mouth anything.

Thank you to the servant who cooked it for me and arrange the beauty.

It is easier to believe in being praised indirectly than being praised directly with people.

A servant has decided to say a praise to his husband.

It is cheap to feed, but it is a lip service.

"You're being presumptuous. I can't believe we're eating a whole potato... the producers were happy. No one was eating it because of its poor shape."

Pure Holly wanted to impress Shoji, who was tasting the coarsely ground pepper bulb root dish, but he had his eyes on the half-naked ladies being massaged by the maid. It's not like I have a lower heart. I don't like fat ugly women.

"Oh, I'd like to give you an aromatic massage, too, would you?

"I don't mind..."

Shoji, who approached the massage space with essential oils and dared to take off his jacket, exposed his upper body. as appealing in an over stripping way.

The ladies also applied perfume on their backs, arms, and toes, but they're not just undressing because they're wearing a broken dress.

Some men are few - it is an unproductive act.

A short voice that can be taken as an exclamation or a scream in the forged flesh succeeds in attracting the crowd. Back scratches and snoring blade marks are covered in cream beforehand.

"Paint me, too."

"Ha, yes"

"Wait. I'll do it"

The young maid, illuminated by the man's nudity, dyed her cheeks and squeezed her hand into the essential oil in the silver basin, but Holly waited. Push away the maid to replace the servant.

Shoji falls asleep on a simple wooden sleeping table and is applied herbal extracts that have a beautiful skin effect all over her upper body with the lukewarm hands of a grumpy Holly.

"You're too familiar with the place. I can't believe I exposed my skin to the public..."

"I know how to be liked by a slightly older woman. When I was in the Army, my cadet Dachi used to play with fire. I'm learning how to do it from there."

"Quick. You're a bad man. My eyes are always flying from the middle-aged, sexually unscrupulous women. If you ask him out, he'll catch you."

Holly lifted Shoji's jaw tip all the way up as she applied herbal essential oil to her neck muscle.

The position my neck pulls is for the mean. My throat cramped. Angry fingers.

"Ugh... Holly, don't be jealous. You'd love it if I liked it, wouldn't you?

"I'm not jealous. I don't care about a party like this. If you like my father, it's all over. [M] There's no need to sell the charm at a local city tea party."

"Don't be emotional. I'll deal with you in a little while."

"I haven't gotten emotional. I'm just stating the facts."

Quick denial was a harsh tone.

Grab your arm, pull it over and kiss your cheek to get in a good mood. The appeal of affection in public worked on Holly's face. Eat the unintentional punch and stick your fingers together with the awk.

After drying the oil, put your suit back on and stop by a seat at the umbrella table.

The five Madams spoke perfectly of the emergence of Shoji.

Holly also sat down, but her cheeks remained red for the first time.

"Was it Mr. Quick? Looks like you're having fun."

"Yes, very. Every crop feels rich. I'm blind to herbs and fruits, and it's up to me to stick with her and ask her to join me."

He stressed that it was a pattern close to Holly. The kissing scene is witnessed.

I buy hikiku, but also to keep me from being alert as a man.

Also, for the female foxes - they look as attractive as other men.

"What was particularly good about it?

"Right. First, in the tea leaves -"

The qualities of the women at the table have been examined to some extent.

I know about who brought what.

This is an 'operation', so it gets serious.

"That sesami was often assumed to have a medicinal taste, but it was carefully roasted so it had a fragrance. Amazing. It is also known to be used for leaves and dyeing -"

I lined up my resignations and showed off the knowledge I had prepared.

In the Shoji of civilian life, there is no other topic that can last long in the social sphere.

As a narrative, it is a critical crossing.

I can't go on for long, but it does work to the extent that it makes me in tune.

It snorts at me, and it's changing the way I look at a hobbyist.

"Mr. Quick knows a lot about herbs. My husband doesn't even know the difference between external supplies and internal medicine. Can you believe it? I only think of it as a similar leaf. I just want it to be money."

"It's an unfortunate idea. But I guess your husband just hasn't noticed yet. As long as you have a wise wife, nothing's wrong."

"Still, Mr. Quick's is a cute wild strawberry. Something for horticulture? The gloss is so good."

There came a time for battle - Shoji had the opportunity he had been waiting for, and he fucking laughed.

The ladies are used to the presence of Shoji and think of him as a conversational companion.

I described an exaggerated old lady so rotten in the mouth.

I've been waiting for an opportunity to praise back the planter I keep holding.

"I cultivated it independently… I have a little secret"

"Secrets?"

"Yeah, as an ampoule, I use a certain potion. The rate of growth has changed dramatically, allowing us to ripen large fruits like this as well. Would you like to try it?

The ladies looked at each other, but nodded at the offer. Shoji spoke to a servant waiting by the table, washing the red fruit with fresh water and distributing it to the ladies.

The reaction is - well received.

"Well, that's sweet!

"Wow! Sounds like molasses"

"It's not sour, either!

It's obvious - after injecting the fruit with diluted honey in a syringe - because it 'recovered' instantly in perfect potion. Only "Sweetness" can be noticed in stupid tongues soaked in alcohol and herbs.

It's a squid with sugar content, but I won't find out.

Because I don't think anyone would do that much.

That's why - it's worth doing.

"Looks like we're going to be talking side business. I'm terribly afraid I'm also selling growth enhancing ampoules. If you don't mind, I'll take care of the test pieces for your wives. There's just a little bit of difficulty."

"What is it?

"Don't let humans drink it. Well, it's hard to say...... because any person gets mellow. It's not harmful to my body... Holly, can you demonstrate it to me?

"What... me drinking? Well, okay... you're gonna be okay, right?

"Of course."

It's a small glass container of ten milliliters.

It is thin because it is inserted into the soil.

Holly, who was given the drug by Shoji, was surprised to put the ampoule on her tongue and drank the perfect potion, which was cuddly contents.

Mystical magic licks all over your body and an overflow effect comes to your brain.

Low capacity makes it less irritating, but decent eyes get moist and cheeks get hot.

Whoever sees it, the cheerful face is full of passion.

I put my head on my shoulder so that it wouldn't be showy. Even as he strokes his brown hair softly, Shoji keeps his gaze on Madame and the others.

"Quick...... I'm getting sick. Spare me."

"Oh, I know. Thanks, Holly. So here's the deal. It works, not just for men and women. It should not even be mixed with alcohol. Because there is a risk that it will be more effective. It's only a plant ampoule. I'd like you to use it legally, if you don't mind."

"Right. It's an ampoule. By the way, how many test pieces can I get?

"I didn't think you'd see Mr. Holly like that."

"I will buy about ten bottles. Yeah, for weak flowers."

Shoji responded with a groom to the ladies' order.

The secret medicine to drop a man at play is in demand because of the women who are having an enjoyable routine. I don't mind drinking it for pleasure, and the point is, I just need to sell it.

Take notes and write down the destination and name. Since it is a plant ampoule in front of the building, it needs less capacity, and because it is a wealthy opponent, the price can be hoisted.

Except Holly, who's been turned into an experimental bench, is having an affair beside him, all hail.

"You shouldn't. Wow. Oh! It should be natural. Wow!

One woman rushed over angrily, suddenly under Shoji, whose attention was gathering and a circle of people was forming.

I had potted plants, just like Shoji, for some reason, on the hands of the lady with the rolled hair.

Similar to the type but slightly different.

A golden glow it is a rectangular mulberry that is the same berry species as the shoji, yet yields splendid large grains.

"The Marquise of Algaron......"

"Wow, we were just treating our customers..."

A voice that tells of a twist and a crisis. Shoji gives his gaze to Aunt Holly, who was standing nearby as the host. I was distracted. He's so powerful that he won't be noticed out loud.

"Excuse me! Mr. Quick, I've heard your story! Even if it's on the way, I can't believe we're buying and selling suspicious drugs in this social setting! Nice to meet you, there isn't. Wow! I'm not an ineligible Tea Party guest!?"

"Excuse me. I was just recommending plant ampoules in my favor... if you have any problems, I apologize."

What the fuck, I'm gonna kill you - scream like that and make you want to curse me.

Shoji was so bumpy that the blood vessels in his brain were about to be cut off, he smiled fixedly, rose from his seat and put his hands on his chest, bowing his head like a gentleman.

Phew, phew, and a rough nose wind like a bull, the woman who turned her chest against her came to grin.

"Nevertheless, it is a poor minister wild strawberry. It's funny how you grow such a lowlife, nasty, worthless thing. Gentlemen, take a look at my Mulberry. This leaf also has a dietary effect if you fry it and drink it. Of course, I'm not using anything suspicious!

Show me the potted plants in your hands with exasperation.

The golden mulberry is fruitful in deflection.

Colour, gloss, grain size. Everything is “beautiful”.

Probably grown much better than Shoji's.

The ladies also switched from Shoji to Algaron because of their power ties as nobles.

"Oh, right. You should be a natural."

"Oh, yeah, we were wrong."

"That's the Marquise of Algaron."

Feeling the field air heading in an unfavourable direction, Shoji was biting his teeth with his face down.

The high-flying woman, supposedly in her late twenties, bathed in praise with all her spirit and splendidly smashed Shoji's secret business dealings.

While I'm satisfied with the old ladies around me, I can see occasionally looking at me with insult.

The bastard!

The word seeps out in disdain.

Though it was always a shoji with a gentleman's grin.

An irrepressible fluctuation of killing intent swells from the back, and the muscles under the sophisticated suit begin to swell. Blue muscles rose vividly on my forehead.

Little by little, he was becoming worthy of a killer.