A little while after the guild chief and Tauro headed to the 'door of sin', a man was waiting for Soissois in front of the small room.
A few minutes after the customer left, the lamp on the door finally changes from red to blue.
(All right! My turn)
The strong old man, brave, jumped into the door.
In the small room, a long-haired girl smiles and invites her.
Big patchy eyes and a hiccup mouth.
The heart of the strong old man bled with a slight glance at both eyes.
"Hi, thanks for choosing."
My ears melt in the way I speak that extends the end of the story.
I even dreamed about it, his idol was there.
From the moment she was chosen for the journey to the Holy City, her face never left her mind for a moment.
Moving his eyes down, a chunky pannier is shaping and inflating his frilled miniskirt.
My eyes are already nailed to the glowing absolute realm between me and the Overney Socks.
"Come on, come here."
To an old man on the strong side who is solidifying at the entrance, she pointy her mouth in dissatisfaction.
As he was invited by its pointy, meaty lips, the strong old man moved on with the flirtatious.
"Uh-huh."
With such a voice, I turn my hands behind my neck. And his forehead was matched with a trick.
There is a god so close that it is out of focus.
The scent of breath and body temperature have informed me that God has meat.
(With God, alone)
I can't believe it, I just think.
(I now have a monopoly on God)
That's not all. I'm also waiting for the next step.
Just imagine, I'm going to lose my mind.
"Hey, uncle, huh?
Suddenly, she raised her voice.
The strong old man doesn't remember him doing anything.
But she pulled me down from my back to the massage bed and covered me.
As for posture, a strong old man pushed down an idol.
"Do it, hey"
She grabs my right wrist and moves me.
The move slid down her shorts in an instant.
Soon, I'll peel my lower body out, too. I don't remember, but I may have unconsciously undressed it.
But I took it off unconsciously, but I've been ready for it since before I lined up.
As a believer, it's a natural hobby.
"Hey."
The strong old man was targeted and swallowed up.
Eat up your teeth and endure that sweet feeling.
"Oh no, all of a sudden,... what is this?! Too thick!
The strong old man's self-assessment is, and is. No, to be honest, come on down.
But even then, I guess it's an inexperienced size for her. The strong old man interpreted it that way.
I'm totally happy and step in the back.
"Oh, that's too long!
She screams and gives a bitter look.
Look at that, strong old man's beast culminates. With the satisfaction you are conquering, you jingle under your back.
When she steps in several times on condition, she shakes her neck hard, left and right. And on his back, he put his nails up to the point where they wouldn't scratch.
The pain makes the strong old man believe, "At my blame, she's the limit".
(Who is it, the guy who said she was tuna)
The strong old man remembered an article in a weekly magazine he had recently read and remembered his anger.
But I think back soon.
The reporter who wrote the article couldn't get inside the temple. So I must have only been able to write the right article.
To the superiority, the nostrils widen.
The old man on the strong side accidentally released whether that pleasant feeling of superiority pushed his back.
"Ahhh."
Immediately afterwards, a deliberate voice rises high. And her body moved to slice her abs into small pieces.
(It was awesome)
Leaking a loud exhale of happiness, the strong old man answers the door.
And back in the audience, cheering for the stage again.
I have the idol bromide you just dealt with.
There, along with her signature, the words "It was amazing" are written surrounded by heartmarks.
A treasure of a lifetime.
The strong old man takes care of that bromide in his chest pocket.
And then take out your favorite idol bromide.
Waiting heartily for her to enter the room, she spinned as she posed, matching her song on stage.
Ultimately, the strong old man came back to his room with five bromides signed.
Given the years, I think I've worked too hard
But this opportunity may never happen again.
Thinking about life, where to step on it, definitely now, the strong old man had decided.
(Nevertheless, I have to thank Mr. Tauro)
I believe that Tauro is responsible for bringing me here this time.
Honestly, I'm not in a position to come join the Alliance Commander.
With potion purchases, I happened to be in charge of Tauro due to the fact that he and Tauro often looked each other in the face.
And that Tauro brought Dolba, the leader of the Adventurer team "Robust", medicines to heal the abnormalities.
In addition, as a Merchant Alliance Knight pilot, he was spilled because of his remarkable activity.
Even if he qualified as an E-rank merchant, he couldn't have done it for himself, such as taking time off work and coming here with a lot of money.
(Thank you. Tauro)
Combine your hands in front of you and thank Tauro for not being here.
We cannot let Tauro be ashamed in order to repay this favour.
Tomorrow's game to compete with Tauro, I think we have to work hard.
(Ahhh!
That's where I noticed my divergence.
Tomorrow's the game.
(Five shots fired, me)
Go blue on that fact.
The strong old man rushed out to the hotel late at night without eating anything sophisticated.
The sun rising high into the clear sky is pouring down light to every corner of the king's capital.
Though it was the outside temperatures that were low, the sun warmed people's feelings and bodies enough to make them forget it.
Even in the merchant guild's reception room on the third floor, the sun's bounty plugs in through a large window facing south.
Inside there was a deputy guild chief with a similar look to Santa Claus and another figure.
"I'm sorry I'm the only one who's here because of you, the head of the Forge Guild."
Santa says in a frightened manner.
The head of the Merchant Guild should be in the Holy Capital by now, attending the opening ceremony of the divine game.
"No, I found out your chief wasn't there. The time has come."
The man, called the head of the blacksmith guild, opens his mouth and laughs.
Old, but with a thick, forged body.
I don't have that much back length, but I feel intimidated. With Tauro, I would have imagined a shorter professional wrestler.
"It's the annual Heihei game, right?
Under a bald round head by the time it was complete, my eyes laugh teasing. At the same time, the white moustache turned nasty.
Like trouble, Santa shrugs her shoulders.
"Just kidding. I really can't wait."
The round bald man drops his eyes from the window into the square under his eyes.
There, heavy stone golems were being quantified while surrounded by large numbers of wild horses.
After the test, Heavy Stone Golem was to be sold to the Blacksmith Guild, but this man could not wait until then.
This Heavy Stone Golem was defeated by the Tauros.
After receiving the report, the retrieval team immediately went to work, but due to the deep snow, they finally arrived in the morning.
(The first time I heard it, it turned blue)
Santa remembers hearing from a herbivore.
I felt my spine freeze over the near loss of Tauro and the old lady, the Old Lady, rather than defeating the big man.
Apparently, the Guild Chief's shock was more than his own, on the chair for a while, so much so that he didn't make one move.
The mechanic's escort to the battlefield is what caused the crisis.
Santa and the others decided so and severely reprimanded the herbivore mechanic.
Given the circumstances, if it was just the knights and pilots, there seemed to be plenty to fight for or escape from.
The herbivore seemed to reflect deeply.
And I'm here to make my next report.
(Old lady "Old Lady" and the unusual strength of the old wand "Rifle," huh?)
If you look at it as a Merchant Alliance, it's a good thing that the knights you own have a lot of fighting power.
However, it is certainly creepy that suddenly a powerful force is expressed, and its cause is unknown.
Even more so if you are a mechanic who has been in charge of maintenance.
Santa and the others allowed the investigation and also allowed time, cost and, if necessary, a certain amount of personnel to contribute.
(Still, it's amazing)
Santa switches consciousness and glances at the square.
In addition to the wreckage of a single heavy stone golem, four pieces of stone golem are piled with mountains. Just as a mineral resource, that's pretty much it.
And if anyone finds more value than the material, its value jumps even further.
"Heavy Stone Golem Left in Shape, The Opportunity It Gets, etc., Because It Doesn't First"
Forge Guild Length stares to eat in. Healthy round baldness dazzled the sunlight and Santa unwittingly narrowed her eyes.
In the Forge Guild, Golem research has flourished.
It is the Forge Guild that is giving knights to the Knights of the Kingdom.
The state-of-the-art technology used for knights had also been sequentially converted to animal-type golems used for transport and construction.
And the basics of golem research were the analysis of natural golems, although some might be surprised to hear it.
Much known, but the knight is not yet beyond the natural golem.
It mimics the natural golem and rebuilds it so that we can handle it.
For this reason, the high-end golem is of high value as a research material, even more so if its form remains.
"But really, with this amount, yeah?"
Round baldness pushes caution.
The amount offered by the Merchant Alliance is for mineral resources only. The added value as research material has not been added.
For a blacksmith guild, it's a broken amount.
"I don't mind. Now, if we go on with our research at the Forge Guild, it will be good for the kingdom."
Sniffles at Santa's words, hun, in a way he can't convince himself.
Because the deputy guild manager of the Merchant Guild knows it can't be so beautiful and cheap.
"Street safety is now being ensured and the price of materials is falling."
Santa brings up another topic as she sees such round baldness.
"Besides, products handled by blacksmith guilds can now be transported inexpensively everywhere."
Round baldness snorts. That's true.
More than ever, we can supply far away. As a result, it is becoming a situation that can be sold if made recently.
"Keeping the streets safe is of great benefit not only to us merchants, but also to the blacksmiths."
So I find myself unexpectedly wondering what Santa's words continue to demand.
"Can the knights owned by the Blacksmith Guild help you?"
The round bald man tilted his neck. On that face, the colour of understanding has not floated.
"Why don't you ask the Adventurers Guild or the Knights, not us? Yeah. The Warcraft Crusade is for their sake."
In fact, the knights of the blacksmith guild are for research. It is used to validate new technologies and theories.
There's nothing you can't fight a warcraft, but it hasn't been built for the main purpose in the first place.
To the words, Santa sighs and shakes her head.
"Until recently, I relied on Adventurers Guild and Knights. The result has been."
Santa speaks.
The Adventurer Alliance prolongs the negotiations in an attempt to hoist the value.
Even if you can't stand the damage and ask the Knights to leave, your hips are heavier.
And if the Knights move, the co-op money they're asking for is even more expensive than the Adventurer Alliance.
"Nothing, I don't always ask the knights of the Blacksmith Alliance to go out. I want to be a weapon of negotiation."
With the weapon of negotiation.
"Yes, the Adventurer Guild believes that only the Merchant Guild can rely on itself or the Knights of Worse Conditions"
In fact, it was. And I get a bitter look.
"Now the power relationship on the negotiating stage is overwhelmingly above the other side"
If I don't have a choice, I can see at my feet. Understanding the matter, round baldness snorts.
"But if the knights of the Merchant Guild and the Forge Guild become cooperative, we'll have more options."
Santa's voice is quiet and calm. But my eyes were full of passion.
"Even if the knights of the Blacksmith Alliance are not used for combat, being able to deploy on two horsemen means a lot."
Place your hands on the desk and step out slightly.
"Yes, to the extent that it reminds the Adventurer Alliance that 'the Merchant Alliance no longer necessarily needs their help'"
"I see. So you can negotiate almost equally?"
That being said, Round Lizard often toured his thoughts.
"Well, I don't mind using our knight as a bargaining dashi. If this is what Heavy Stone Golem is for, it's cheap."
However, if you're actually going to be on the scene, we'll have to talk about it. and stabbed the nail subtly, continuing the words.
"Nevertheless, 'the knight of a blacksmith guild does not admit to being a knight or anything like that,' wasn't it?
Give Santa a a funny look.
Santa looked unconscionable.
"That wasn't the perception of the Merchant Guild just because his predecessor's pilot made a personal point"
Seeing that look, Round Lizard laughs in a good mood.
"I know. I'm not just saying."
Nevertheless, I carry on the word.
"The next pilot looks a lot different than before."
Whether it's a medium-sized warcraft or not, I hear you're sweeping it without any bones.
The proud pilot chooses his job.
Merchant Guild pilots have been like that for generations, and perhaps so has Adventurer Guild.
The blacksmith guild, in which the researcher is the pilot, is special.
Santa says the Adventurer Alliance is making it a constant means of prolonging negotiations.
That would be one side of the facts.
But the internal persuasion also takes time, the round baldness thinks so.
"Thanks to you, I was able to capture the good"
Santa's smile was bright.
You pulled a pretty good hit from that look, I guess.
Round bald decided to cut the story off.
"All right, we're going home. Let's do some research."
Push on those who bring in specific clerical processing and shake hands with Santa to exit the room.
The goal of the round bald men and the blacksmith guild technicians is to create knights beyond the natural golem.
I don't consider it impossible.
In one literature, it was once noted that such a knight existed.
I had no doubt about the literature.
(Until recently, they said it was a book written with paranoia)
The round bald man bends his mouth with a nibble.
It's been his favorite reading since he was a kid.
Very recently that has begun to be evaluated as a book with facts due to advances in archaeological research.
According to the book, a "Dark Age" exists, and in its hundreds of years, the technological inheritance from the past has been cut off.
First of all, catch up with the old days.
A great war that had no thoughts and burned up valuable literature. When I found out in the book the magnitude of the knowledge lost by it, I bite my teeth and regret it.
But I can't even stay that way. I am a technician.
The excavation of the site is left to the archaeologist, who only does what the engineer can do.
Round bald, that's what I was thinking.