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When I hear about the mayor's house, I live in a somewhat fine building when I think about the size of the town. There were times when I was thinking about that.

When I asked my father at the tavern about the town manager's house, I headed over, and he boasted the size of one of the biggest warehouses in the group managed by Cerina Veliero, the red-haired daughter of the shipping luxury merchant I met in the old Pilates. It is very different from the aristocratic residence of the Pilates Noble Town. (That's not far from Lord Kimo's mansion though)

I gave it to my father at the tavern, and when I gave him the receipt to the strict gatekeeper, he put me right inside for the sudden visit. The carriage yard is also a fine object, now Farna Mars...... the faff followed me too.

When I attached the car to the side of the carriage yard, the lad with the outline was circling his eyes. That's the same reaction everywhere.

Thanks to the plenty of rest in the air-conditioned room of the camper, the faff also looks a little better in the colour of the black and silver ponytail.

By the way, it's a giant nailed gauntlet she usually equips, but now the nail area is stored in the gauntlet and looks like normal protective gear.

Faff looks like a girl around middle school, but his strength is the strength to deal with Hugs and Yalarai at the same time and take them to the palm of his hand.

I honestly don't see the purpose at all, but so far I feel left alone because it's harmless.

The building was bricked with thick wood and painted with white paint overall. As far as I know, most of the buildings that look fancy have a lot of white appearance, so maybe it's rich status.

The narrow tree-lined roads of the trunk, low in length but lush in leaves, continued even though they were short from the gate. The vegetation itself is commonly seen around here, but is it fed plenty of water or the leaves are overwhelmingly bright compared to wild objects.

Even the flowers bloom along the trees, so I wonder how well maintained they are.

I proceeded along a tree-line with a nice shade of trees out of place, feeling subtle uncomfortable.

When I came to the building entrance at the behest of a servant, I was not particularly able to take up the weapon, and I was let inside.

Whether it's a hug or a jerk, it's hanging without even showing off the big prey on your back. Isn't it a little inadvertent?

When I vacated the front door, it was a blowout hall, with the spine supporting the ceiling. Stone railings as well as stone stairs. An image of a little old Roman temple?

There is a milky white difference in paint rather than marble white, and I feel that the impression of the carving is closer to the text carved into the encore wattage. Because the culture is very different, I have another impression as soon as I change the angle a little bit.

The unspeakable, yet well-tamed, natural creation of ancient Roman and Asian ruins and old European architecture, must be the design of results optimised for the end of the climate and lifestyle.

The front was quite a hall, an understandable construction with a passage to the right and a staircase to the left. On the front of the hall, a skinny, magnificent man stood there, whether it was a dance floor or a railing stretched out beside him.

"I'm the mayor of town," one of the servants who was nearby told me in a whisper.

I stepped forward to say hello, but the mayor made a call before I could speak up.

"Come up."

We went up the stone stairs once we looked at each other, but there were no particular problems. The stairs were drawn with thick, fine patterned carpets. I thought it might be dangerous to slip, but I didn't even freak out to suck on the stone, so it seems rather excellent as an anti-slip. But given the price of this long handmade carpet, a little sigh is likely.

I've heard that even smaller things like Persian carpets hang easily for about six months. When it comes to making things of this length uniformly, it could be the dish that I spent my whole life making.

As he went up the stairs, hesitating to tread the crystal of that effort slightly, the mayor guided himself into the room.

"Let me bring the tea right away. Just hang up."

The room had high ceilings despite upstairs and was bright and large. Sometimes wooden windows were open, but intense light from slight gaps in skylights reflected on the walls of the room to brighten the entire room with indirect light.

Two more servants were slowly fanning me a big dough fan. The air in the room circulates and there is no sense of precipitation.

The conditioning in the room reminds me of Turkey. Is it because it is an influenced culture from both Asia and Europe?

"Earlier you touched me, and you're going to scout the vermin colony, aren't you? Besides, the famous Lord Hagg and Lord Yalarai will be brought together like rain in the dry season."

A township mayor of the human species, with a reluctant contrast of gray hair on some of his slightly greener head, turned around at the window with a slightly playful trick. A thin green moustache would be the charm point. Is it the performance that feels like reflexes?

Before I could move, Hug and Yalarai lowered their hips on the couch on the left and right, and lowered their hips next to Yalarai as the faff rattled his throat. Then am I next to the Hug?

... first.

Then the front of the single-seater couch, on which the mayor of the town would sit, would be empty. Does that mean I can talk?

Hey, come on, man! Though the leader would be a hug!

I tried to kill him, and I stared at the fucking dwarf, but that son of a bitch, he sniffed!

Shit!

Swallow the desire to cry, with a sales smile...... I understood while I was fairly distorted, but I gently lowered my hips in the middle of the biggest couch.

When the mayor also sat down in anticipation of that, tea was handed out to everyone at a brilliant time. It was a pottery that had never been seen in the area before, although it was not made of glass on boulders, but had a wide mouth to drink and a large look down in the vessel. Moreover, unlike previous barbecues, it was a ceramic with a glossy glow using glazes. It is also a pottery of white colour.

The boulder was not as white as white magnet. I'm sure I'll spend hundreds more years pursuing whiteness, or maybe there's a finished shape in another area.

There will be no mistake in the most expensive things from the situation. Bright red flower billas blossomed beneath the water, emphasizing its skin whiteness in the evidence.

I've seen it. It must have been the finest imported tea I've ever seen at Chelina's.

But it's called how to show it, it's called a vessel, and unfortunately, this one would be better than Chelina's.

I mean. Do it.

"I'll keep this town, Doddle Messala."

Doddle has been reaching out, so when he embarked himself and offered his hand, he said with seriousness.

"By the way, I'm only thirty, so I'm going to"

There was something caged in my forcefully gripped hand that didn't let me say whether or not there was.

... I thought you were about fifty.

A young mayor would say he has strength, connectivity, and both. Don't be alarmed. Let's go. I shook that hand back with a sales smile saying "thank you".

"Well, we don't have much time. Shall we get down to business? Saying you saw the request…"

"Yeah, we were hoping you'd let us take this reconnaissance request."

"No, I want to ask you guys for another job. It's the defense of this town. Of course the asking fee is double the price...... no, let's guarantee it's triple"

He tried to be serious. The second half even contains some laughter. That was the laugh of the assumption that we would always take it.