Half-elves Fall in Love

Well, the three of us ordered armor at once.

Armor is honest, and the cost of materials is not cheap.

Starting with good quality iron and veterinary skins for connections, it takes quite a bit of material to try to make a solid one.

Bikini armor can also be applied cheaper because of its small surface area, but just not clouding the tea again with bikini armor.

So.

I've stretched it out and measured it, but the material can't be built at once. financially and in places.

Of course I can ask Mr. Jackie to turn the ingredients around, but even Mr. Jackie is the same as late purchasing in the winter. If I use the material I store for mischief, I'll be late for work until spring.

Demons, elves. Though there is a noisy land pattern, polka is a place that doesn't require so much material for armor blacksmiths, all the more so, Mr. Jackie. The load on your warehouse will be huge.

I want to avoid that.

then......

"Foreclosures on salaries, let's admit it.... No, you can drop it on expenses. The opponent is a Renfangas knight and an important diplomatic figure."

Going to complain, Mr. Deane is processing documents in his room at the inn.

But he never cared that I interrupted him, and he took the parchment and immediately prepared a new accounting document.

"But where are we going to procure it? At this time of year, it would be the same everywhere in Trot that distribution lags behind. The value is tense. Celesta is spicy with quality materials in the first place."

"... that's hard"

Just because you say how much later you can turn to expenses doesn't mean you can waste it that way.

When it comes to sourcing within a trot where the snow is preventing distribution, you have to be prepared for a soaring market value.

A good thing. If you hit the Dompisha mine, you'll be able to buy it cheaply, but that will require a troublesome investigation.

And Celesta has few dwarf mines, and the materials in circulation are a little uncomfortable in the big cities.

Overall...... would it be Better to rely on Sir Buster's connections in Renfangas?

No, if you're going to rely on the merchant's distribution route, is it one hand to rely on Mr. Linda's Sylphide Chamber of Commerce? Even at Mr. Carlos's Onyx Chamber of Commerce, you have the ability to designate it as a luxury material and ask him to look for it.

"I'm still a cousin I bought from a merchant network..."

"Onyx is a long way to the point of contact in the first place. Sylphide is...... Lord Linda will not reach the King's Capital for another two weeks yet. It's hard to rely on someone you know."

"Would you like to consult the Baron..."

I can use the wings of a dragon, so I don't need days to fly to the worst of the talc, but I'd like to get it done nearby if possible.

Heading to the Baron's Mansion, he said it was just time Peter was awake.

Our female slaves surrounded Peter sucking on Selene's tits.

"Oh, Mr. Andy. Hello."

Selene smiles naked in her upper body. Some bellies start to swell, although they're dressed like that, and their motherhood stands out.

"Next, let me hold you, too."

"Anzelos' boobies."

"Chi, I'll suck it right, Peter is"

"I want the next one again if it's small milk even if I smoke it... I'm gonna get back to business, you stupid son of a bitch"

"Apple or me, I fall asleep satisfied, but hey"

I remember something like jealousy for the first time in my child's life that is subtly too paradise.

"Angelos. Let me suck your tits later"

"Andy, don't fight the baby... fine"

Gently stroke Angelos laughing.

By the way, is the Baron here?

Mr. Deane opens his mouth.

"The Baron would be out."

"What can I do for you? It's a rare combination of a hundred captains, not the Irinas, but the Barons."

"Andy's going to make armor again, but there's a problem with the material procurement."

That's how Jeanne makes her eyes shine in Russia.

"Let's do another blacksmith, shall we? I can help you, too."

"Jeanne did?

... I know Grandpa Dan is an excellent blacksmith, but no, how well can Jeanne do a blacksmith?

"It helps because I've been helping quite a bit. My arms are ringing."

"Fine, how long?

"About ten years."

…………

Does Dwarf conversion mean he's been in the blacksmith since he was about seven and a half years old? Makes me plain worried.

But if it's just a career, it's more than me.

"... could you hit it if it was about a blade already?

"I've made a few knives for the demolition of the Hellsbore."

…………

I'm losing a little.

"... why are you depressed?

"I have to train..."

I'm willing to make a living with blacksmiths to raise my kids, but I didn't think my daughter-in-law was behind me with blacksmiths.

So, but there's not something wrong with you because you're losing. You just have to brush your arms hard.

... or where I'm encouraging myself, Irina and Christie put on their faces.

"Hmm. If you think of someone, Deane"

"And Mr. Smythson. Would you like some tea?"

"Irina... Irina, speaking of which, what is the production of metal on the elf territory?

"Mmm? The family of gold and oranges is responsible for that..."

Irina replies surprisingly to Mr. Deane's gesture.

"I need Andy, can you turn it around somehow"

"Hmm. I can't even talk to Gorks..."

"It's going to be barter, and metals are particularly demanding because they have a strong monopoly industrial aspect of the region of origin, right?

... Can't you just give it to me in a thick way?

Though there have been a lot of confessions from elf territory so far, it's basically a concern. Because I want it, I guess it's not all about going for free.

"You know exactly how generously sweet I've been, me"

A little reflection.

A story from the Baron (who apparently was a hot spring) who came back after a while said that the metal relationship in that hand was often in the case of purchases from Schlantz vendors.

"I hope there are many shipments of finished weapons from Wangdu's Hardware Guild. Folklore seems to have a lot of fine workmanship"

"In other words, purchasing by material…"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go to Schlanz."

"Feedback, appreciate it"

Mr. Deane is a courtesy.

"Andy, let's get out. Good hurries."

"What, now?

"I wouldn't have crossed it early. Besides, it hurts a little to not count Sharon as Naris and Naia as a force of war in working in Renfangas. I want to get ready soon for the future."

Looks like Mr. Deane has a vision for the future.

... Well, if you think about it, you're the majority on Renfangas.

I do also know the idea of "make it quick if you want to".

"Let's get you a reference. Not very big and facial, but for once, my throne will also help."

The baron takes a refreshing feather pen.

I'm usually just a weird middle-aged guy who likes to peek, but I get a glimpse of the high level of practical ability around here.

Ask Lyla, who seemed free, to take off in a carriage.

Jeanne and Naris also followed at last.

"I know Jeanne, but so does Naris."

"Tourism. Isn't Schlantz that ancient capital Schlantz? I wanted to go there once. If possible, I'd like to go to Forklore, Mount Lycra and Wangdu sometime."

I'm enjoying my life.

"We're not staying that long. We have to get back there and start hitting."

"Haha, he said he knew. The first trot isn't very welcoming elves, so I'm going to sneak in and have fun."

"... how do you enjoy not being able to use the phantom satisfactorily?"

"That's it, if it turns out to be a sinister sign, with a dash of everything."

Can I enjoy sightseeing or something with that?

Once in trot territory, it won't take a day.

By the time the sun leans out in the morning, we will arrive safely.

Landing on a hill out of town.

"Find your guild. Andy needs to wait with Lyla."

"Are you taking Jeanne?

"Dwarves are surprisingly companion. It'll be easier to gather information than me in the dark elves."

"I've walked before."

... No, you went in combination with Angelos as a scout team last time.

I think I can go, too, but, well, I sure don't have a land survey, and I've only got one Baron reference.

"Then I'll go sightseeing soon."

Naris raises his hand once more. Are you just going to walk around?

"Ho. Call my name when you're in danger. Let's fly him away."

"Haha.... I'd be worse off if Mr. Lyla flew in and came to help"

He's scared the dragons are coming to rescue him even though they're bringing him here for once.

"Okay, let's go, Jeanne"

"Hmm."

"Let's go."

Each of the three leaves the carriage.

Me and Lyla will be left behind.

"I'm free."

"You going sightseeing too?

"What if I'm the only one left as an escort?"

... Was it an escort?

I don't think that's necessary in Trot territory anyway.

I mean, Mr. Deane and the others are going to do the buying, so what am I doing here?

"I feel like my existential significance is getting in jeopardy step by step... just luggage?

"Ho, if Deane and the others had found the merchants, it would have been their turn. I mean, who would do it if I didn't see it?"

... No, you certainly can't just leave that to people.

Good. I can stay here.

"Well, not until then. … well, my lord owner. Why don't you play with me for a while?

"Me, you."

Well, not in the wrong direction for etsy.

Lyla gives up her subject to me everywhere when she flirts with Tyman.

"I wonder how long it's been..."

"As far as I'm concerned, it's been a while since I put it down for a day. I don't care every day. Just let me take care of it. I'll take care of one."

"... so you're satisfied?

"I'm not saying I'm satisfied, but it's hard on people to make the dragons say they don't need it anymore. I'd be happy if I could please you."

... I feel myself feeling somewhat arrogant at the same time as being struck in the chest by the health of Lila, who says she is rusty.

Surely it is not easy to be given complete satisfaction for the Dragon. It's not that kind of sexual satisfaction between me and her, it's a relationship where we even enjoy the naughty as affectionate.

I guess that's what I'm starting to think, as the Elf Four Daughters tell me. Reflection.

"Bye, Lila.... shabu-shabu"

"Ho. It doesn't matter if you're obsessed or if you suddenly stick it in your vagina or butthole?

"That's okay. I want to enjoy your service."

"I see.... be prepared"

Lyla smiles and takes her penis out of my pants sitting on your podium.

Lyla hasn't taken it off yet, and my penis hasn't even reached a half-brong, but Lyla began to cleverly welcome that soft penis with her long tongue and white fingers.

"Hmm, let it go... let it go, hmm... heh, not fresh in a way. That's not what I'm dealing with."

"If you take it off, you'll probably get a boner soon."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Slowly enjoy my mouth and make me want to drink my energy."

Lyla turns her hand around my hips and licks her penis as she twists her face.

Long tongues tangle. Carefully lick even the wrinkles and crunchy neck steps.

On a snowmakeup hill, under leaning yellow sunshine, let the best beauty serve you obsessively.

I'm excited about such a situation, and whenever my penis gathers blood and stands there.

Lyla is delighted to taste it.

I sit back and grab Lyla's head. At first, reluctantly, in time, it becomes more and more powerful, holding Lyla's head back.

Treat her mouth with a mucous membrane that is not genitals as genitals.

That means I treat all of her as a female genitalia.

Ravage a muddy and warm mouth with a grotesque penis in such a dominant illusion. offend his throat with a paroxysmal thrust.

"Ngu... Ngu, Ngu... Ngu..."

Instead of loathing it, Lila rather sucks it up enthusiastically and strengthens her service.

Even though I always make kids hard. This is supposed to be a less gradual act than that.

Somewhere, it's with much more downright pleasure than usual.

"Uh-huh... uh-huh"

"Ku, ha...!

I ejaculate hard in Lyla's mouth.

Spit the cloudy on the back of your throat and soak the bell mouth with your mouth lid.

Apply semen to the back of the cheek, gums.

Cool your hot brain in the evening sky, with Lila's mouth, processing your libido.

"...... eh. Good, not the face."

Lyla smiles as she licks her urethra at the tip of her tongue, without making her feel the remnants of the blame she would feel if she were an ordinary person.

"Next time, we'll seed... no, too bad. Deane and the others are calling."

I got up as I retied the belt I nearly untied. The tongue nodding was oddly colorful.

(cont 'd)