The western sky is dyed red at sunset.
In the light of it, the king's capital is also red. Only the shadow stretches its appearance black.
And the shadows that stretched out long as well between the thick, long shadows drawn by the flock of buildings, beckoned.
It's the usual view of the King's capital at dusk.
"I'm home"
I make a big stretch in the old lady's Old Lady cockpit and say so.
I'm honestly glad to have a place to say I'm back.
The Sacred Capital wasn't bad either, but my hometown is still here.
Seeing the approaching old lady, the Old Lady, the guard at the gate comes out ready to welcome her. Glad we could make it before sundown.
(Good luck)
An old man with a strong face comes out of a specially made golem carriage that is handsome and comfortable to ride. The colour of fatigue blends strongly in its appearance.
In my heart, I snatched a strong old man.
On the way home, the mental fatigue of the strong old man would have been considerable.
Mr. Cool had a superb experience for him, being accidentally struck from behind by Shota's first product. Because she was in the mood in the carriage the whole time.
Specifically, keep your cheeks dyed and occasionally take a hot sigh. And every time, he shook thick pheromones all around him, leaking a creepy laugh.
I must have thought back and enjoyed it so many times that the cow rebelled against the food.
The exploding bottom sister was frightened, the guild leader was delighted, and the strong old man was burning himself to a sensation of vivid charm and no place to do it.
(Whenever I arrived at the drinking area, I worked hard in the private room of the toilet.)
It's very hard to spend time with a desire that can't be helped. I can't forbid feeling of sympathy.
"Copy that!"
I connect to external audio and scream. The guards guarding the gates gave instructions.
A line of guild leaders enters the Wang Dynasty from here at the West Gate, but me and the old lady Old Lady turn from here to the East Gate and enter the hangar.
headed at low speed, taking care not to raise the smoke as much as possible.
"Welcome home."
At the hangar entrance, receive a greeting from a herbivore mechanic.
(You lost weight, didn't you?
I smile, but I think the area around my cheeks is better than before. Originally thinner, I'm worried.
"Was there anything wrong with the old lady Old Lady?
"Not at all, it was very comfortable"
I smile back and get my thumbs up.
"... Really?"
I meant to honor the work of a herbivore mechanic, but the reaction is one thing now. Somehow, it even creates an unfortunate atmosphere.
"This is a souvenir."
I take out three confectionery boxes so I can shake off the air like that.
Thinly baked biscuits, buttery crispy sublet, and fruit cake.
I bought it a lot because I say I live with my parents, but I actually have one concern. This young man is a sweetheart, or something like a sweet staple.
In the morning, a large amount of confectionery wrapper is often thrown away in the garbage can at work.
"Tell your family I say hello"
I stabbed a nail at a herbivore mechanic who would happily receive it. Please don't eat alone.
"And one more thing"
I'll give you the key holder.
"This is..."
The herbivore mechanic takes a breath into the divinity of the key holder.
At the end of the thin silver chain was a sculpture, also made of sterling silver, skilfully crafted like a root, that fell.
"It's an exorcism. It's only sold at the venue of a divine match. It's rare."
Recently, he has been immersed in his work as possessed.
I don't think I'm possessed by demons, but sometimes I want you to look at this keyholder and take a breath. That's what I thought.
"... thank you"
You made sense of my feelings, you smile softer than earlier, and you take the silver chain.
On the man himself, shaped like a dog's foot. The exorcist Tintinabram sways heavily back and forth at the tip of the chain.
It seemed as though the movement was trying to break through the demon, and I was somewhat adept at why exorcism was this form.
After the hangar, I catch a horse-shaped golem taxi and tell them where to go. Merchant Guild.
When you have luggage, this is limited.
Arrive immediately and ascend the stairs to the Guild Leader's Office.
"Oh, welcome home. Looking good, above all."
Warm smiling deputy guild leader. Looks just like Santa Claus, as usual.
There are other guild leaders in the room, but no strong old men or women. They went straight home, including the strong old man.
"Deputy Guild Manager, this is a souvenir."
I'll take out the wine bottle. A little thick and slightly short shaped, adorable bottle.
Because the liquor is high and sweet, I chose a fortified wine.
This is sweet and strong because it adds brandy to wines in the process of being brewed, leaving sugar before it changes to alcohol.
"Well, my wife likes this."
Santa, who sees the label, breaks up. Hard to get to the public, it's a famous brand.
And it's not just, like, good liquor. Not in the mouth, but this, in fact, is the finest thing blessed in the temple.
Having relaxed the feelings of those who drank it, it has an enhanced effect. Besides, the influence seems pretty intense. I also bought a few bottles for myself.
I would love to have a drink with my wife and have a younger child than my grandson.
"The more"
The leader of the Alliance, who knows the secret, speaks to Santa with a gentle laugh.
I don't know what that means. Santa replied halfway.
I left the room politely, headed to the first floor and handed over a ton of confectionery boxes. A souvenir for the staff.
The contents are individually packaged fruit cakes. The dried fruit marinated in rum is still so tightly packed.
I've tasted it, but the alcohol is pretty strong too. I bought it in bulk because I really liked it.
This, by the way, is also a low-ranking but blessed product.
I put up some value, but I don't mind that.
Because we wanted all guild staff who are always looking after us to have a smooth relationship with each other, or with the business partner we put out as a tea contract, and make it a smiling workplace.
By the way, the confectionery I gave to the herbivore has not been blessed. Because if you give them a blessing or something, they may stop coming to work.
The herbivore wants to keep herbivore.
"Now, if you'll excuse me"
Speak up to the staff who still work and leave the Merchant Guild behind.
"You're totally dark."
Even though the day is getting longer, it's still winter, or early spring. Already in the king's capital, the book of the night is down.
Buy dinner at the stand along the way and head to our house. I haven't been vacant for a long time, but I miss it.
From the street, after looking up at the silhouette of a herbal tree floating in the stars, I climbed up the stairs.
I'm home.
Open the front door and point the lights.
You must have sensed my return. Imoske and Dangolow welcomed me.
Quickly, sit back in the living room and cheek for dinner. Easy menu called pizza and salad.
Above the agura, place the imosques and dangolows on board. It must be because you've been away for a while, you can't leave me around.
All right, here's a souvenir for you guys.
After finishing the meal, remove two boxes.
In fact, the souvenirs to the family had the hardest time.
Though the spiritual beast, its figure is that Imoske is the five-year-old larvae of the magpie butterfly, and Dangolo is the dangoose itself. I eat herbal tree leaves, deciduous leaves, etc., but I don't talk about what people eat.
No accessories. I have nowhere to put it on, and I feel like I don't like it.
"It's a baby brush"
That's what I say, take the brush out of the box. It is planted with soft, delicate hair.
"Look, come here"
Catch Imoske and start brushing gently.
After worrying about what to do, I chose a care product. And brushing must be the basics of care.
Slight dust and grains of sand fall from the surface of Imosuke's body.
He seemed surprised at first, but soon grew up. I'll also clean the perimeter of Ibo's legs.
"Hey, Dangolo's next."
From another box, get another brush out.
This one has stiffer hair than the previous one. Imosuke and Dangolo were considered, and there were two kinds.
"Ho, ho, ho"
Brush the dangolows. Over here, from gaps everywhere, sand and dirt fell.
I'm ticklish and washy, but I don't seem to dislike it.
Later, it's the usual family story.
I'm going to tell you about the Holy Capital and the divine game.
In the shota ghost crap, the cheeks unwittingly loosen because it makes you look like you're crazy. It's like you're letting a little kid tell you old stories.
After the conversation is over, make a potion and pack it in a bag.
I stayed up all night while I was doing this, so I decided to go to bed.
"Whoa, what? You guys sleep together?
Imosques stopped by the bed. It's usually rare to go home to the garden.
I'll choke them up and put them on the bed.
(Can you do this?)
I dived into a futon with my family.
There was quite a bit of dirt and sand in it, so I pay it out by hand. Apparently, while I was away, I was playing with a futon.
(This time, let's take a big look)
Later, in the futon, I thought I'd tell you not to play, and so on, and we fell asleep.
Refreshing morning.
The light inserted through the window curtain clearance is pleasant.
Luxury hotels were good, but the home is still exceptional.
Make a big stretch, get up.
(Cleaning and laundry this morning, you're a merchant guild this afternoon)
That's what I decided, and I started my long day at home.
No, I tried to start.
"Is that it?"
I noticed that the atmosphere of the herb tree was different.
Tree height is the only thing that doesn't change, but the trunk is thicker and the fine branches are increasing. Besides, that's not all. Overall, it feels more powerful.
Stepping into the garden makes the difference even clearer. The scent of the herb tree penetrates from the nose to the lungs.
The fragrance itself has been around for a long time, but not so intense. So much so that I wonder if I can taste it with my tongue.
I feel my feelings and body go loose on the pleasant scent.
"This is the guy with the forest bath."
I see. I also know what it's like to visit rural forests from the city.
But what causes this change?
"Did you do something?
I ask Imosuke, who moved from shoulder to twig.
Imoske began to explain when he was good at lifting his torso.
"... um"
But I don't really understand.
"Good luck," "I made it," okay. But the other parts, they don't tell you enough words.
In terms of nuances, it feels like 'hiding, secretly', 'independent, separated', 'place, house'.
I got compliments. Imosque and Dangolo doing so. I look at the two of them and think a little.
Behind my brain, when I was a kid, I had memories of carrying crap up a tree.
"Maybe... of the Dying Dying Regiment, you built me a secret base?
The two looked at each other and nodded small after a slightly troubled appearance.
In this reaction, it would be subtle to see if it fits.
"That's a general to the deputy chief. Well done."
I praise you for not fitting in.
Deputy Prime Minister Imoske and General Dangolow, happily jumping small and turning, disappear into the back of the garden forest.
I feel like I heard something last, get more praise, or something.
(Is it good to compliment you?
Just a little bit, I got anxious.
Don't bother downstairs.
Just be careful. In answer to that, a wave echoed my head saying yes.
Change your mind and start preparing breakfast.
Kaiwale on lettuce in the garden forest, and harvest oranges on it.
In the kitchen in the meantime, the sausage boils up and the food bread jumps up from the pop-up toaster as it wields the fragrance.
"But the garden forest is nothing, regardless of the season."
Besides, they are all high-quality vegetables made by my family and just glowing.
I took plenty of mustard out of the bottle and rubbed it against the plate and started flattening the breakfast.
"Thank you very much for your help the other day, Mr. Tauro"
An old man greeted me when I went to the merchant guild potion buying counter.
Earlier today, it looks like work.
Hand over the potion and take the inspection and payment. I realized that the old man on the strong side was back to everyday life.
Until yesterday the festival brings my heart to heart and feels like I can tighten it up a little.
"In the back, will you be raised?
Are you going to the guild leaders?
I hear you have a meeting tomorrow, but now I'm here.
"Is this your meeting?"
It is the first word I hear.
Seeing my expression, the strong old man gave me an explanation. In the presence of His Majesty the King, senior officials, the Knights, the heads of each guild, etc. gather for regular meetings.
"It's just that this is temporary."
The strong old man looks up and lurks his voice.
Rapid openings are rare. Something must have happened, the strong old man seems to see.
"No, I'm leaving today"
If that's the case, you'll be busy the other way around.
And I have to start my own routine. I paid the potion, and the next thing I know, the Warcraft is gone.
Greet the strong old man and head to the hangar.
Recently, my trust in herbivores and herbivores seems to have risen, and we're the only ones who can pick a job.
As soon as we get to the hangar, we'll have a meeting with the herbivore mechanic about tomorrow's exorcism.
"What about this?"
That's right, herbivore mechanic, it looks like he was already preparing some proposals.
"Is Hell Bee Hell Diver?"
I worry a little bit about eyebrows. Actually, there's something I'd like to do.
I look at other proposals. Then there, it seemed good.
"How about this one?
My choice is dessert ghost crusade.
This is a warcraft lurking in the desert sand and poking up sand spears from the ground.
He was hit by a sandy spear like a water column, a merchant squad crossing the desert.
"I don't have a lot of drops on top of the trouble."
The herbivore is negative.
They come up with great sand columns when attacking, but most of them are sand. The body seems to be a bumpy sphere about two meters in diameter.
This is the nucleus, and it gathers the sand, and it strikes from within the sea of sand. They say it's a hassle to knock them out because they're small enough to get right back into the sand.
Besides, you can't expect the drops you get from knocking them down. It would also be natural for a grass-fed mechanic to show difficulty.
"That's why."
I smile cool.
You can leave what you can expect in return to the Adventurer Guild. It's the work that everyone hates that makes sense to us.
"Isn't it?
"... right, you're right"
The herbivore blushes. You seem to be ashamed of your own words.
Tomorrow's job was thus to exorcise dessert ghosts in the cool desert of the northeast Wang capital.
By the way, my words just now are only convenient.
The real purpose is separate.
(Now you can try the hover move without bothering)
I fucking laugh.
Again, when it comes to the means of moving giant robots, it is the hover movement caused by the injection from the leg burner.
Gachan, Gachan, walking is not my ideal.
But the hover movement has major flaws. The wind magic winds up the dust. If you hover around streets with villages and cities, complaints will kill you. The same goes for people going down the street.
(But isn't that because I'm less proficient?
If you are proficient in wind magic control and devise a suburb even if you don't say the whole city, will you be allowed to hover around?
I swelled my chest to anticipation, and when I sweated in the pleasure zone, I arrived at home.