Gate of Amitilicia Online

In the meantime, as a result of various interviews with Rasputin from Master Al, I went through with an explanation called "Where to Hit the Spring". Male and female arr, then seems to have gone too far. Get to work. Translation functions, I guess it's selfish of you to think.

It would have been quick to talk if Night Hua Street had been a place with age limits, but there was nothing like that. Although the age of being considered an adult is fixed, Rasputin said there is no law within the GAO on age limits related to sexual activity, like in reality.

However, when it comes to players, the systematic age limit ensures that they cannot extend to acts and are not harmed.

Anyway, Master Al, who heard the explanation, was convinced without any particular appearance of panic. However, I was tempted to say, "Would they have wanted to use it if they knew?" Shall I say it was a mistake caused by overprotection?

I'm pretty sure there are a lot of people out there who are insecure or gala, and I explained that Master Al now looks easy on the people in that hand, and I had this place pulled off. Because I can't help but waste my time dealing with trouble.

I have followed up with you, but I will report this matter to Ed later. The shadow escorts will tell us. After that, it's about the brothers, not me.

Whatever, get your mind back on it. I stopped going to Night Hua Street and came to the market instead. He's a free-market guy using the square, not a massive market outside the harbor. I'm not just selling things. Something like playing instruments and street art can also be seen everywhere.

"Wow... it's still busy"

Raise the voice played by Master Al, who saw the market. It seems to be a lie that I was so depressed earlier.

"As always, did Alma ever come to this hand place?

"I've stopped by on patrol. I never had a chance to stop and take a closer look."

You'll have your men's eyes, and I guess you couldn't have shagged them. Highly stateless people are a lot of things.

"It's Alma today. You should look around as much as you like."

"Ha!"

I look around a lot. You're used to it, and you seem to have stopped resisting holding hands.

Until just now, I was eating a lot in the street, so I don't seem that interested in cooking. Instead, my eyes sparkle when I stop where I line up my crafts.

"Oh, Mr. Fist."

In that, I was stopped. When I look at the voices, there is an outdoor shop and a woman sitting with a short bob of gold. It was Mr. Ulm, the player who taught him [demolition] skills at Einfast.

"Long time no see, Mr. Fist"

And there was also that husband, Mr. Ryga, more than she had. I'd like to thank Mr. Reiga for keeping his head down.

"It's been a long time since we've both been together. You were going all the way to Dorad."

"Yeah. I wanted to take a look at this ocean and didn't stay in Zvand for long. By the way, who's your kid?

Mr. Reiga sees Master Al. Master Al hid behind me, holding hands together. I'm getting used to this act, too.

"Keep it from people for a second. We're just strolling the city together."

When you look at the items in the outdoor shop, it is the sheaths for knives, pouches and other skinny tanneries that line up. Then woodworking items such as puppets and wooden carvings. There are also processed deer horns and boar fangs.

"Are you purchasing and selling this somewhere?

"No, it's handmade by me and my husband. I'm the tannery worker, otherwise my husband's."

Apparently, both of them have acquired production skills. I thought you said you enjoyed the feeling of travel before, and this is one way of enjoying it. Shall I say pedestrian style?

"How is it processed into leather?

"I just couldn't get my hands on it that way. Leather is purchased in exchange for fur or processing is requested. Ma'am, how about one of you?

When Mr. Ulm, with a slight grin, spoke to Mr. Al behind him, he let go of his hand and began to crouch in and look at the item. I mean, normally there's a line of leather keyholders and stuff, but is there a demand within GAO? This way, the key bundle is just an image of a metal ring.

"Mr. Fist, by the way. Who's Mr. Nix lately?

"In the meantime, we met. By now, you're trained to prepare your friend for his return."

Answer Mr. Ulm's question. I hear the level increase is going well. Come on, Nix.

"Hmm... what else?

"Others, even if they say so."

Hit me, are you still trying to pull the topic back then? Well... I think she's a good girl. It's also true that there's a complicated or hooked part. What's going on with her is not something I can think of right now. What happened earlier... what do you think? In the first place, I don't even think I'm aware of that over there. I don't think that's the same thing.

"No way, a little girl like your daughter is a hobby."

"It's impossible."

When I cut off Mr. Ulm's bullshit and looked at Master Al, he seemed to have shifted his interest in the wood-carved doll. Many mimic animals that live within GAO, such as wolves and rabbits. Oh, is that a wood-carved melon boy? Well done...... did you ever eat a gourd within GAO?

"Ah, Mr. Reiga. Can I get two large plates there?

There was a large plate of trees about 40 cm that seemed user-friendly when serving dishes to be eaten by many people, so I decided to buy it. It was a handmade dish, with a tattoo of carving on the edge.

"Thank you. Speaking of which, Mr. Fist. Do you know the rumors about Wyburn and them?

I just gave him the money, and Mr. Reiga asked me that.

"I thought you said you were going south of Zvand."

Wyburn is a classic fantasy creature, sometimes referred to as a flying dragon or a sub dragon. In time, it is a prey you want to try. If you take it down with my hand, you can get it all over. Materials can be used in many different ways, but most importantly, they are obvious fantasy ingredients. It would be natural to want to try it.

"You want to hunt if you get a chance. Have you ever tried, Mr. Reiga?

"No, just not long after we started playing. Very much for the two of us. They're also strong enemies like they've only had three crusade examples. I just wanted to try sculpting with those fangs."

Wyburn's fangs also make me feel like I can use them for weapon material, but I would like to do a sculpture with them. Ryga has an interesting idea. Is it an ivory image?

"Um, can I have this?

Master Al showed Mr. Reiga the wooden carved doll in his hand. It was a salmon-covered bear figurine.

After that, we exchanged information with Ryga and the others and resumed the outdoor tour. We also traveled to another square for quite a bit of time and on schedule it would be the last time, we decided to have dinner and took a trip to the Hunting Guild Direct Dining Room in the harbor. It's probably the first time Al's ever had a popular shop.

By the way, the guards at the harbor entrance were quite tingly. It seems to be conveyed that Master Al is missing. Nevertheless, the guards let us through the harbor unaware of Master Al. Well, you have no choice, do you?

"Welcome! Oh, it's not Fist"

Entering the store, Fine's prestigious voice greeted him.

"Seat, are you free?

It seems to be thriving as ever, with many customers. A lively and enjoyable space is created.

"Two? Oh, I'm free, what... Fist, you, that was your hobby?

After Fine sees Al holding hands with me, he turns a cold gaze. Yeah, even here.

"I'm not interested in kids. Normally, I prefer adult women. Like Fine, for example."

When I told him with a wink, he missed his face and said yes. That's a woman working in a liquor store. Doesn't work to this extent. I didn't do anything I wasn't used to.

"Anyway. Fist, that's an example. They're here."

I'll look at this one in a little while, and Fine will whisper. Are you serious about that? Can you finally eat it?!?

"So, what do we do? Shall we get the day out again?

"No, today, let me out"

It's because of this, and I'll have Master Al eat it. Have you eaten?

"Yes. Sit down at your table."

Move to the designated seat and order some dishes.

"Mr. Fist, is something wrong? Sounds kind of happy though."

"Oh, there was a dish I missed before. It's a rare ingredient that rarely gets fried in water, but I booked it, and it arrives. Looking forward to it."

"I see. You have dishes that Mr. Fist, who likes to eat, seems so happy with by now."

Nodding, Master Al looks at what's going on in the store. It's a dining room in the harbor, so it's just a bunch of people who seem prestigious. Few guys are getting more concerned with booze in there.

"Does Mr. Fist come to this store often?

"That's quite often. Often comes after a stop at a hunting guild"

He also opens up a few other places to eat in Dorad. It's a long way to go to domination, but every step of the way, for sure.

"The truth is, I was going to go to a store my friend the Gentiles do. Because it's safer over there."

Unfortunately, Gunhild had no choice because he wasn't logged in.

"This store, is it dangerous?

"Well, there are a lot of customers with bad galas. It could get tangled up, just in case."

I just answered Master Al's question, and there was a commotion. Two drunk men are getting up, kicking their seats.

Master Al, who saw it, tried to take a seat, so he stopped.

"What are you gonna do?

"Naturally, I'll stop. Those who disturb the peace must be seized."

"That's not the role of 'Alma', is it? Most importantly, are you going in that outfit?

Pointing that out, oh, and Master Al leaked his voice. Oh man, as soon as you admitted to the commotion, did your usual duties come to a face? Should I say deep-rooted or serious?

I'll take care of it.

Leaving Master Al to take a seat, he turns to the men who still seem to wave his fists. We need to eliminate the anxiety element within the moment. If they ruin the food again, I don't know what they'll do.

"Hey, you guys. If you want to do it, do it outside the store. It'll annoy the store."

Speak to the two parties through the stand-up guests.

"Huh!? What the hell!

"Don't interrupt me! Why don't you do it?

Then two men who turned this way threw up a prestigious word. Heh... how can you? First, activate [Enhanced Magic Strike], even intimidating...

"Hey, is that definitely Fist a Gentile...?

"When you get in the way of a meal, you say you're mad at the Fallula bison line that got your ass lit, you know?

"Fist. The demon raid in the meantime smashed a medium-sized demon with a fist blow from one end?

"Previously, I saw two big men each hoisted up with one arm and came out of the store..."

"I've seen it, too. The guy who got interrupted in a fight and ate and hung up was kicked out of the store..."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

But for some reason I heard disturbing words from the field. Is that it? No, there's something I remember... but...?

Looking around, the noise subsided. Moving his gaze straight to the parties, his face is pale and hardened.

"Next time, when there's a commotion, can I just say, 'I'll call Fist'?

Fine, who came out with the dish, said that with a laugh.

Something, I'm not convinced...

For now, persuasion (non-physical) made sense, and the men got spears. The buzz in the store seems to have decreased, but I don't care.

Master Al seems satisfied with the dish I ordered. Same goes for the flavor, but they had a rare style of eating one dish as everyone liked it. Dinner at the museum gave each one a plate.

My heart soothes when I watch Master Al rejoicing every time I bring the dish to my mouth. More than anything if you've taken a good breath.

Until now, however, the dishes are in the front seat. One dish to come is today's main dish.

"Yes, please wait. Boiled golden shrimp and its boiled juice soup."

There is a semi-sprawn-like shaped shrimp on a plate placed on the table by Fine. The previous one was about 30cm, but today's had about 40cm.

"... is this food? Not a pure gold crop?

Master Al, who saw the golden shrimp, asks strangely.

"You say funny things, young lady. You don't have to worry about eating properly."

Placing a plate of boiled juice soup, Fine glanced around.

"Yeah, no danger today," he said.

"Did something happen before?

"Oh, haven't you heard? I asked for this when I first came to this store. I've been involved in customer fights and I've been ruined. Fist then. Come on."

Couscous, look at me for fun with a laugh, Fine. That happened, too.

"I don't care about that old thing. Try the soup first, Alma. It's delicious."

"Is that it? Didn't you miss eating before?

"The boiling juice is the base. It wasn't all sent out then."

Although the previous one was smaller than this, it's just enough to boil a shrimp this size. It's not a cup or two of soup that goes away. After the fight, only soup could be drunk.

Where Fine left off, the soup creases with a wooden spoon, enjoying the smell first. Oh, I miss it, it's a nice smell that builds my appetite.

The smell of shrimp thrusts through my nose when I include it in my mouth. Even though it is light in color, the flavour is strong and intense.

"Ha, I knew it was delicious"

"This is amazing. Apart from seasoning, does this shrimp make this flavor?"

I raise my admiration and Master Al is carrying the soup to my mouth. It doesn't feel like a slow taste, the spoon doesn't stop moving. I'm something similar, and I keep drinking soup without resting.

After concentrating on soup without even having a conversation, it quickly disappeared.

"Ha... I've never concentrated so much on one dish. I don't know what to say, but I don't think it's the kind of dish that comes out in a store like this."

"I just boiled it, because it's not a handful of dishes. Instead of arms, it's a dish whose ingredients determine everything."

Maybe I can get this flavor just by catching it at sea and boiling it. Adjustments in condiments would be necessary, but it could also be described as an ingredient that is not worth waving the cook's arm.

"Don't just be satisfied with the soup, Alma. We still have the real deal."

I glance at the golden shrimp sitting on a plate. Finally, we can eat this guy! What the hell does it taste like?

I had scissors for the shell cut, but first I grabbed them with my hand and folded their flat body in two, and they appeared bright white. From there, I forcefully peeled off my shell, put a knife in myself, and transferred each to Master Al and my take-up dish.

Stab the fork and carry it straight to your mouth for a whiff.

"Hmm?

What I've returned is unprecedented elasticity. Lobsters who have eaten before are more teethy than ever. Strengthened and chewed off, chewing overflowed with my sweetness even this. Wow, what is this, the sweeter you bite!

"... Huh..."

When I indulged in the texture and flavour and swallowed it, I had an indescribable sense of satisfaction. This is amazing... I'm just saying that it's a luxury product even within GAO.

In front of me, Master Al looks happy in the face and is still mogging. Without having to ask, the look told the story of his appreciation for golden shrimp.

Well, you said gold shrimp can eat shells, too. Take the peeled shell and break it to the right size to try it. The shell, about 2 mm thick, broke lightly like a pancake. The flavor of dark shrimp spreads again when it is crushed and chewed up. Is the soup dashi from earlier out of here as well? This, if powdered, could be used for other dishes. It's going to be expensive.

Then what if it's simultaneous? I broke one leg with a lot of it and tried it as it was. Not as good as the main body, but the elasticity and sweetness of the body and the fragrance of the shell combined there make this delicious again.

I broke the rest of my legs in a poke and gave him half to Master Al, who is finally finished eating his first bite and looks satisfied.

Okay, next time, you want to try the main body and the shell at the same time? No, or should I say miso? Oh, I don't know what's going on.

The two of us did not leave one shard of the shell. No, it was delicious... not in reality, I guess. GAO, great!

Finish your meal, welcome slowly, then send Master Al to the hall, and the request from Mr. Ed ends successfully. In the end, Master Al returned to the hall without ever being able to identify himself.

I would have achieved enough for Master Al to change his mood. I guess it would be nice if I could go out more easily, but what more can I do than have a position?

Now, finally, the settlement of sea elves. What the hell kind of life do you have?