Gang of Yuusha

- It was the date of the decision.

The scheduled time is 2: 00 a.m. The grass trees will also be at midnight when they sleep.

The plan is to multiply the shade by the high walls and break in through the skylights of the facility.

I'm ready to work as a bandit, and both the magician and the guide have it in hand. All you have to do is work.

To keep her strength warm, Shoji was resting in bed, but when she was on the steps of having lunch, she bowled in the hallway with Leskia, who was wiping her wet hair with a towel.

She was running around town after rooting for york tria, calling it training, or rock climbing rock walls that became exterior walls, so I guess after a shower.

Shoji continued to insist and advise that even before committing criminal acts, he was not the one to say and listen to.

"Reskia, are you dying when you're jittery?

"Heh? It's okay. Nobody cares about me."

No, it's a city rumor.

There is a woman who runs fluffy and floating.

There are women who fly gracefully like swans, there are heavenly women who smile and wave back when they wave, etc.

I was hoping you wouldn't do martial arts training, like running all day, climbing the neighborhood mountains like a trainer, just because you have no time to spare.

"Hmmm...... well, tonight's your night already and you don't have to worry about it, do you? I mean, let's eat. Licorice cooked me some handicrafts. I've got a little something for Shoji."

Returned with a refreshing face.

It's hard to get your life work together.

Rather, her popularity may be the secret to the eyes of a large crowd.

I made a fan of Yorktoria, an enemy land.

Approximately to Shoji's complex mood, Reschia brought the tray she had left outside the hallway. Slightly appreciated in the bedroom and placed on the table.

The supposedly hand-cooked hamburger was flagged with flower circles.

I thought you were messing around, but that doesn't look like it.

Other set of fried potatoes and salad bowls.

The drink is goat's milk. The smell is strong, but the soil is rich or rich.

I had two burgers. The white hot air rises and the gravy of the oil floats.

"That perverted lesbian woman cooked it, doesn't that mean it's got weird stuff in it?

"I was watching, too, or I helped, so it's okay. And I baked hamburgers."

Looking at a slightly scorched patty, Shoji was convinced.

When I sat in bed and bumped into him, Leskia seemed to have wasted the power of 'business legs'. The compressed ground beef was hard as stone. If you bite it, it makes you imagine a piece of meat solidified in a press machine.

I just tried to be evil about not being able to work out my teeth, and I seem to have realized that the person who sat beside me also failed. My face is blue.

Seeing that, Shoji decided to forgive.

"Sorry."

"No, it's good... just thick meat"

It makes me feel sorry, so it's hard to slap a light mouth.

More than that, my brain is going to burn with the smell of a cute shampoo. I want to enjoy the taste of women. He also looks like a ruffled shirt, so the white neck and clavicle he's peeking at is oddly colorful.

Is it embarrassing to fail, Leskia changed the subject after she wandered off?

"Liquorice, you seem to be hiding something from me. I try to touch my butt, my chest, my sexual harassment doesn't change, but I use it to deceive you."

"I'm a researcher. Naturally, there's something to hide."

Percivel also refused to hand over the recipe.

Will occupational illness as an alchemist make you do so?

Where the words were cut, Leskia reassembled her legs. At that time, the pickle fell on a handkerchief laid on his lap. I don't mind knocking, carrying it to my mouth and chewing it. I tried to turn my hand around my shoulder, but my tongue gets out. No refusal has been made, but it is difficult to feel distance.

"Oh man... it's an adventure today... more than that, that gray-haired guy, Vermond, you think he's suspicious too. He wanted to insist on hearing who the client was and... he promised to give you the money?

"No, he wants an elixir potion for his sick daughter. I have to give you some of what I made, maybe we'll turn to the enemy."

"It's the reason I make you cry... but I don't have those, loving eyes. It's like an obsession... I feel unconscious. I know you're desperate."

For a favorite Leskia, it was a rare negative opinion.

I was somewhat surprised because I had only seen it positive and affirmative.

"But he should help. He also gave me information about a corrupt clerk, and as far as background goes, he's an expert. I think he's a man with no harm in using it."

"Yes, you want to help. It's euphemistic rhetoric, but I like the trouble with Shoji."

――

Half-eyed the potato to his mouth, he was told as he shook it up and down.

I've known you since we've known each other for a long time, but I tried to argue with you because it was an attitude, but it seemed badly dressed. Concentrate on the flavour of hard meat with the addition or subtraction of nagging. It tastes terrible running bittersweet.

"But... you don't have a clear relationship behind your next request (quest)... it's a dark job behind you, so I don't even want to use members of my union... haha, I don't know"

When he finished eating the whole thing, if he was unhappy. Reschia fell into bed and scattered her golden glowing hair.

Though "official business," the robbery still doesn't seem comfortable.

Come to think of it, there's nothing for Leskia that's moving just because of her favor and her sense of duty.

Maybe we should give it a benefit.

"... Leskia, do you want anything?

"Huh?"

Leskia woke herself up and aggravated herself. You think it's an unexpected line, I'll knock your neck out.

"It's not a good idea for me to get paid all the time. If there's anything I can do, I'll do anything."

"Huh... right. So, how about if you get the" Chapter Off "and ask me for my... little favor? I just need you to sign a piece of paper."

"If that's okay, I get it."

I see, Shoji, who interpreted it as "The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade)" joining the group - agreed.

I felt that if I could gain the status of a brave (Guardian Braver) of the Royal Palace and a territory where I could earn money, I could do so to that extent.

I don't mind if I just belong because the constraints seem small. Leskia is happy to have her men secured, or she is groaning.

Shoji, who thought it would have been done with cheap payments, also floated his cheeks.

"Good...... a lot of things, it seems like my life will settle. Really, I was wondering if that was the time."

"Oh, you didn't do that big... eh"

Differences in intent communication were secretly occurring - but from afar, a tall, child's shaky voice sounded.

It was Liquorice's voice to hang out with the kids on the lunch break.

"Stay."

"Wait, oh, you can't run away."

"Whew."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't throw stones. Don't throw stones."

The hustle and bustle of a toddler makes you feel at peace.

Shoji looked at the scene either from the point of interest or close to the window. Leskia also approaches the side and gets sidelined.

He's got his legs pulled, and Liquorice is being pushed away.

I don't feel uncomfortable mixing with toddlers because of their low back length.

"I wonder when she's asleep. You've been studying it all night."

"I guess I keep kicking my recovery potion customarily. Even if fatigue fades, it is because of the manic state of the mind. Insomnia is not the only thing I can do."

"That's not bad."

"Right. But I guess there's something I'd like to accomplish by then."

Shoji said before, but Leskia roared worryingly, "Mmm-hmm."

Even those who have withdrawn, love is poured out. I talk intimately, even if my own flesh is being targeted, and I can care for homosexuals without separating them.

As the commander of the regiment that bound the group, he was an admirable character and looked a little blind.

In the city there is an underground library in one of the buildings, on a site called the Sanctuary.

Residents are allowed access by season, but deep inside the library is not eligible for viewing unless they are authorized intellectuals.

In the sanctuary at midnight - the barges were lit along carriageways for loading, pedestrian paths for worshippers, passageways for monks, etc. Near the entrance and exit, guards lacking tension are standing guards.

There are about twenty religious knights. There are about a hundred gendarmes. There are no magicians.

Instead, the knights hold baristas and wildfires. It is a weapon for war, and as believers, cohesion is also strong. If the intrusion is known, it may be considered a terrible enemy.

The four men gathered to look at the black coat were gathered outside the enclosure in a cemetery in the southwest.

It was a dark night on a moonless crescent moon. Only the stars were clear and sparkling, but not enough to illuminate the earth, calm and a substitute for just being there.

"It's a windy foot."

Velmond, who cast a spell, created an upward airflow. A column of wind stands in the night heaven, drawing loose curves. It's a cylindrical invisible flight device. He said he needed a magical style to connect points with points, but he did it beforehand.

There was no pullout, it was planned, and Shoji wondered if Vermond could have gone stealing alone, even if they hadn't invited him.

When the gaze is right, the will is conveyed and bitterly laughed at as if even the mind had read it.

"Even if I get the" No Seal, "I won't be talking about it without someone to buy me the key. It's time to tell us what our sponsors are."

"Confidential."

It was a cold return.

Leskia, not even trying to hide her vigilance, preceded us. Fly without the magic of Vermond and with the power of your own 'business legs'.

"Oh no... apparently Lord Leader doesn't like me"

"It's up to you whether you like a woman or not."

I jokingly returned it, but Vermond stroked his unclean, insensitive beard with a casual trick. imitate a razor with your fingers. Is it holding up a little? When his fingers were apart, his beard disappeared, so Shoji was impressed with the fine artistry.

"Ko, get in this... are you okay?

Göttle, who was at home, looked up at the airflow with an anxious look on his face.

The air flow is transmitted by vibration, and there is a slight ejection sound, but it is courageous to jump into something that the reality cannot grasp.

"Go."

Ruthless Shoji kicked that defenseless back.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

The little man rises high in heaven.

Shoji checked his safety before slamming his legs and rebacking his shoulder back with bandit tools to jump into the rising airflow. A floating sensation pushes me from my toes. If you noticed - it was above and under your eyes there were houses. I have a great view of the city.

The lights of the dotted building make people feel at home.

It was only during the moment that I enjoyed the night view. Concrete giant buildings loom. Shoji twisted himself and landed on the splinter roof. At his feet, the demon squares glowed in light red, a delicate pattern from the side.

Vermond pointed the finger at me.

It is directed to a position where the interior can be peered through a shark-in skylight. Lined shelves appear thin. Tables and chairs for reading are also placed, in a space that seems cozy in conjunction with a blow-out ceiling.

I don't see any lights. Not popular, bring it in for breaking and entering.

Shoji puts a sticky tape on one side of the skylight glass with a pepper on it, tapping his fist and breaking it to prevent fragments from spilling. It is also a sound control.

Dropping the rope, a line except Leskia went down when it did.

"This way... but don't tell me I guided you."

When the four of them stepped down, Göttle took the lead as per the meeting, but the little man's directions were slow.

When I walk about ten steps, I look around and gaze into the corners and shadows of the building. Shoji didn't complain because it also worked as a sneak leg.

Move from the browsing room to the aisle to the floor where archaeological works of art are on display.

The door was opened and Göttle moved the kettle on the pedestal. Then a puffy sound with air pressure rings and an underground staircase appears on the floor surface.

It was a stale trick that triggered the trick when the weight came off, but it would be difficult to discover.

"We're going down."

Gortle stopped in front of the machine door as he descended less than ten steps and proceeded through a square aisle.

Heterogeneous, heterogeneous doors strewn with giant eyeballs and wild blood vessels. It is indisputably a magic guide. Does the Demonic Church also acknowledge its usefulness and use it? Maybe it's natural if you think about it. Because ignoring technology is a stupid imitation, even if you hate witchcraft on the face of it.

The scanning of the retina begins - it is emitted into the blue and white light and the eyes of the large grain and the eyes of Göttle meet.

Authentication ends. The door deflected to the side and disappeared into the wall, and the tenacious air stretched like a tentacle from beyond the darkness.

It also leads to the subspace, beyond the door is invisible in black.

"Wow, I... can I wait here?

"No."

Also, Dkah and Shoji kicked Göttle from the front.

Flirting with pleasure, he falls across the door.

Now I heard no screams, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Smells like a dungeon...... FUN!

Lethkia continues as she stretches out her arms.

"I thought it was an easier robbery...... trouble"

The sloppy shoji continued with a twist on his neck.

The remaining Vermond stood flat and clenched the rocket he lowered around his neck.

Pull your jaws, close your eyes, and pray for something.

But it seemed like I could live with grief. About a minute in time.

When I stepped out of my foot, I was even glaring at my gray eyes so much that I could see the madness. Sneak and snap just in your mouth.

"Wait for me, my dad will be right there..."