Golden Experience

"─ ─ In the woods!

I wonder. It would be nice to have an atmosphere. "

"No, but even though it's always been a castle, you can't hide your confusion if you're suddenly stunned by such wild outdoors, or you're stunned by the economic disparity."

"Miss Blanc, you know the unexpectedly difficult language."

After preparing a living doll for Vineyard.

Rare sent Envi to the sea to explore and cross the Great Aegean Sea.

Envy didn't want to leave Rare, but domination of the Great Aegean Sea was also an important task. Because it was something that Envy could only competently do, she managed to convince me by explaining it that way.

And Envy should stay as close to the sea as possible. No one around the ocean would be able to scratch Envi.

The appearance makes it slightly more conspicuous, but if you make it a pseudo-state, you can hide both LP and MP.

I thought it was perfectly backwards compatible with perverts, but apparently it also includes effects like "undercover" skills. During the pseudo-state, LP and MP visible in "true eye" and "magic eye" were suppressed to the general weak NPC.

It does not seem possible to deceive even "appraisal" or "inspection", but "appraisal" from a weaker opponent than Envy will resist, and if this is like pseudo-bait, it can be said to be an excellent characteristic.

If the bait is smart enough to use "appraisal", it will feel the anomaly of the opponent and run away when it is resisted by "appraisal".

Vinea, whose confrontation with Envy was striking, continues to play in the garden.

Although it has been strengthened, it is not that there is something to be done, and it is a little uneasy to suddenly go to a land that I do not know.

For a while, let the sky garden become familiar with the Tenjin body, and when the arrangement is made, let them go somewhere along with the others.

When those things settled down, it was unusual for a tea party to be invited by sending a bamboo.

At the end of the last time, the tea party was to be held in the proposed territory.

That's why we all came to this Neuschross forest.

In the square where Bamboo and Mare fought before, there were wooden wild tables and chairs, like a campsite resting place or something.

Asked if there were any players coming so far, they said that there were not many visitors lately due to the war events, subsequent updates, and the subtle disturbances that were going on.

"I don't like the idea of convening a bamboo shoot, but I kind of reported it, and I think it was a good timing."

"It's been a little while since the update, and it's certainly not bad at the right time. That said, the report I'm supposed to make is already out to Miss Rare."

"Did you get the report!? That's the first time I've ever seen someone actually letting me out. I thought that was Rare's joke. Then you can read it properly."

"That's a joke, and I won't read it even if you let me out. I put the professor's report under my command, and I only read the summary."

"I never let you out because I thought that would happen."

"... well, I don't mind."

"Was Bran good? Aren't you busy right now?

An unusually high tower suddenly appeared in the middle of the continent.

It appears to have been founded by the vampire Count De Havilland, also known as Blanc's master.

It's a regular event, so it's also on the dungeon list, and players are starting to attack.

I hear Blanc is currently stationed in the tower, worried about the Count, and is drawing strength from the city under his control to help.

"Yeah, well. It would be troublesome if there was a player who would trample, but I don't think it will happen soon.

Due to the structure of the tower, it is impossible to attack with Raid Class numbers like in times of war, so players can't count on numbers. We can strike small lots of family members in waves, but it's hard for players to end up like that when they die. "

Certainly, it is reasonable to divide the number of wave-like attacks if the combat power is available on a limited scale and can be used at once.

However, as long as the goal is to trample the dungeon, even if the opponent's combat power can be reduced by a wave-like attack, it can be said that it will be discarded except for the troops that will be put in at the end.

Family members ruled by one lord would be fine, but players who are each the protagonists are unacceptable in their way.

"But there are many towers and super-high levels, so it's okay to leave them alone for a while. I left the Azareas over there today, and I think they'll take care of it if anything happens. Azarea and the others. What do you care about the Vicomte?"

Speaking of which, what happened to Grau?

Lyla asked. Does anyone care if she's younger?

"Grau is burgundy and answering machine in Erntal. I thought I'd call the tower, but the Count wants more time."

I don't know, but the Count has a lot to offer.

"─ ─ Well, I feel like I'm finished with my status report!

So, is that enough for Miss Blanc? By the way, aren't there any welcome drinks out here? This isn't going to be a tea party. "

Perhaps not because I heard the professor's words, but a few hobbgoblins appeared from the log house with something that looked like a drink.

Those hobby goblins are considerably thinner than the other hobby goblins. The clothes are also relatively well worn and the fingernails are cut.

It looks like a wooden cup contains the drinks that were brought in, but it's also made with great care.

"I thought some people complained that way. I have it ready.

It is a herbal tea made from herbs harvested in this forest. I used to be afraid of egg-smelling things so I couldn't drink them, but when I tried "appraising" it looked like it was unexpectedly luxury. I tried to brew it. "

Then another goblin brought something like baked confectionery to the tray.

"It's like cookies made out of tree nuts. Honey is used for the sweetness. I can't just go shopping in the city. I picked it all in the woods, but I didn't throw it away like that."

"Which one....."

We all rode cookies and tried herbal tea.

There are also honey vials on the boneless wooden table that hang on the herbal tea.

"─ ─ This is even more delicious than I thought. It's like an organic coffee shop."

"It's nice that the sweetness is honey. Gentle sweetness."

"Cookies smell a little blue, but they also neutralize the aroma of herbs."

"... who baked this? It's not a bamboo."

Only one person makes a tough comment, but if it's not really delicious, it's Lyla who gets the most shouting about the opening. In this way, the taste was better than I imagined, so I guess you're looking for roughness in pain.

"It was the Hobbgoblin that brought the tray. They were stretching out around DEX to help me rebuild the log house and get my meal ready. Because I developed the talents and skills of the production system, I thought that even such species would be reincarnated, but I didn't answer. I can't help but reincarnate Maggie even though he's a shaman, and I'll leave him alone for now."

Rare undead people also call it Maid Revenant or Civilian White for convenience, but it's not really that kind of race.

If it is not related to combat, it is not racially divided.

There are no Alchemy elves or pastry chemistry human beings besides humans. Some monsters have limited occupations in their species.

"I'm sorry I kind of rushed you. No, I enjoyed it. Do you have anything to drink?

"It looks like you did it, or you're rushing it. Be prepared for the next time you gather yourself. Ask Hobbgoblin at the service. I have the quantity."

Everyone, including Lyla, demanded a refill and decided to get down to business.

It's been a long time since the last time, but a lot of things have happened in a short time. There seems to be something I can't help but tell each of you about some kind of report.

"So who do you want me to report to? It's Mr. Bamboo's call. You want me to talk to Mr. Bamboo? I have almost no choice but to say it to Miss Rare, so I don't mind if you fly it."

I just said that, so I wonder if it's all there.

"Fufufufu. I'll be the last one. In times like these, I bring important contents to my ass."

"Oops, that's a big one. I'll tell you what, I'm just a little something."

I don't know what Lyla's report is, but I need to be clear before I do.

"─ ─ It's better than that. Doesn't Lyla have something to say to me?

Rare dared to behave badly, leaning against the back of the chair, turning her back and staring down at Lyla.

"I'm sorry!

I sat down with the vibrancy of my sensed Lyla.

"Eh!? What?"

"... oh, that's what I was talking about at the fan thread."

"After all, I think it's just a lump of fat. At least I'm not in trouble."

You don't have one.

"... that's right."

Bamboo and the professor teach Blanc the appropriate thread. Nothing like that.

"... fan sled, fan sled... Oh, this is it. Whew ─ ─ That? This logic should make me the best, but why hasn't my name come up?

The light disappears from Blanc's eyes.

If left as it is, a new spark is likely to emerge.

In addition to my thoughts, I drank less to Lyla's honest attitude, but it was a good opportunity and I want to stick a little more nails.

"─ ─ Can't you just destroy the chest and keep playing?"

"Hey, hey! I'm scared! That's enough. You can apologize!

"... I can't help it. I'll forgive you this time, but there's no next time."

Lyla stood up as if nothing had happened, lowered her chest and sat on the chair. It's cash, but this kind of interaction is everyday tea at home. Usually this is what it is.

It's like I'm saying I care even if I pull it any more, and it's like this.

I don't really care about the rarity. Lyla just happens to have a little more weight on her chest than Rare.

"I don't know, Rare has something to say. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Ah, yes! Me too! I told you not to do it! Why would you do that?

For a moment, I wondered what it was, but perhaps it was about sending Jubel somehow to the city of Oral.

I told the people of the building and the city not to be harmed as much as possible, but was there a problem?

"Don't be a jiotong. I'm glad you didn't come with us to the raid. I had a bad feeling about it."

"There wasn't so much damage done to the city, but if we succeed, it's going to be a problem for the lord! It's hard to find new talent."

"Sorry, sorry. But I wish they both didn't get hurt as a result. I'll be careful next time."

Yubel has met with Bamboo before. I was told not to attack even if I saw it on the ground, and it was difficult to imagine that Lyla herself or the executives of her faction would come to the city.

I can say it was unlikely to be important, but it was bad that I did what I was told was definitely no good.

"Are you done preaching? Well, then, is it time to go on? My tea is getting cold."

That's what Bran has been saying for several times.

Hobbgoblins seem to be making fresh tea at the log house every time, and it won't cool down in this state.

But I agree with the continuation of the story.

Bran's report is almost finished, and the professor has no particular intention of speaking from himself this time.

Bamboo said it was the last time, and Lyla seemed confident.

It's better to talk to Rare here than usual.

Well then, can I do it?

There are plans for the future, but next time I want to do something about the eastern sea. I went a little to the coastline the other day. So, what happened to the kettle? "

"Little town, what the hell are you doing?"

I was temporarily acting with a player named Magellan, but when I talk about it, I'm not going to say it because they're going to say it's a bit rough or something.

Fortunately, there was no sign that a player named Magellan was writing to the SNS, and there was no such thing as seeing a disaster at sea, so you wouldn't know if you kept quiet.

"It's no big deal. Something like keeping a port town under control. So I took a walk off the coast, and there was a poor shark bullying me, so I rescued him. I took care of him, took him back on a" mission ", and trained him to never lose to anyone again."

"No matter what you think, there's too much to do. Do you need to do it until you can't beat anyone?"

"If someone loses again and comes back crying, it'll be troublesome twice. It makes more sense to do it once."

"More than that, what exactly is the problem?

"Are you still saying that? It doesn't matter. Perseverance.

So, as a result of the mixing and strengthening, what a "strongest sea river san" was born. Isn't it amazing? "

It's probably because of Rare's rough way of talking, but at first, everyone looked like, "Hmm.

However, as the meaning of words penetrated over time, the complexion gradually changed.

"─ ─ Wow! Kahhhh! The strongest! Ex-Child Dragon means it looks like a Saurus, doesn't it? This is already hot blood! Go, go, go!

I didn't know half of what Bran was saying. Probably some kind of rare, unknown story.

"─ ─ Was that girl Leviathan? Why didn't you tell me before you sent me to the sea? I wish I knew more about it...."

Speaking of which, I had the professor meet with me. I just didn't answer because I wasn't asked, but I don't want to be blamed on Rare.

"─ ─ I had such a hunch. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. I don't think I'm a clown."

That being said, Bamboo's eyes are still alive.

That's enough information for a careful bamboo punch. Actually, Rare is also secretly expecting it.

"─ ─ I see. That's Rare. This is already destiny."

Lyla doesn't know what she's talking about.

"Talent and details will be discussed when there is a chance. I wonder if the problem is the unique skill of" inland ". The effect is quite different from the original meaning of words ─ ─"

"─ ─ Aren't all kinds of bonuses huge when you're around the sea?

"... yes, but don't put it on."

Lyla's face touched her nose.

"That's right. That's what it is, Lyla."

"Fufufufu. You think I would meaninglessly steal Rare's show and do something to make her feel less favorable?

"Whether it's pointless or not, it's true that I took the showroom, and the likelihood has dropped sharply"

"... if you know that, be careful yourself."

Absolutely.

This guy is always in trouble because he doesn't have enough deep itching.

"Such a line is what you say when you hear my report. Report the ancient weapon of the supercrossbow I excavated!

Lyla stood up and shouted along with a confident pose.

The appearance is good, so it is quite good.

Unless the report is false.