The next day, I was in the midst of nature with the old lady, the Old Lady.
Under the blue, clear sky, the sea of sand is spreading.
The countless dunes created by the wind are precisely the waves of the sea itself.
A strong, cold wind blows across the horizon. And he was changing the pattern of the sand, like a serpent moving forward.
Big desert.
I whine in Old Lady's cockpit.
This is a desert area in the northeast of Wangdu. Me and the old lady, The Old Lady, are in the most Wangdu neighborhood in the desert.
Round the head of the old lady Old Lady and look around.
(... Ok, no one)
Behind me, trees grow potatoes. That's all.
In front of you, there is only a dune to the horizon.
There appear to be many warcraft here today called dessert ghosts.
As a result, the route across the desert has become impassable and logistics has been hampered.
(Warcraft exorcisms can't be dealt with later)
Let's start with what we want to do.
To make it happen, pass magic on Barnia, on the leg of the old lady Old Lady. Little by little.
The magic formations in Barnia start and the wind magic begins to roll up the sand smoke.
"When it comes to giant robots, it's a hover move."
I speak of my own fervent desires.
Not walking, not running. Don't move your legs, move forward while floating a little with the vernier thrust.
That's what I dreamed of, "hover movement by human form".
(... I'm fine. Attitude can be controlled)
Though I landed a few rough times at first, I came to be able to hover. Now lean slightly forward.
The old lady, the Old Lady, moves forward with a slight hip-drop.
The balance remains slightly floating in the universe.
(Let's go!
I'll increase the magic supply to Barnia.
The old lady, Old Lady, brings up the smoke and moves forward. Slowly, but continued to accelerate, and eventually its speed was comparable to that of the old lady Old Lady running.
(Not yet!)
Send more magic. The old lady, the Old Lady, now proceeds at high speeds, as if she had drawn a line in the desert by statute.
Ride up the dunes along the way and dance the universe. However, the old lady "Old Lady" moves forward without falling ill and landing.
I fail a few times and fall, but that's fun again too.
"Yeahhh!"
On several dune jumps I couldn't help but shout out.
It feels like skiing, snowboarding, or jumping a motocross.
From the edge, you may not be flying as high as you think you are. But I don't care about that. Enough if you enjoy yourself.
I've always wanted to do a hover move. But the wind magic was enduring because it would wind up and blow up the surroundings.
But here, I can do everything I want without bothering anyone.
Speed's up next, we'll figure it out.
Raise Bernier's output and move like an arrow.
Unlike the streets, there's no need to worry about accidents.
(Hmm! Holy shit!)
It's not flat, so I can't get more than some speed, but that's enough.
Run as far as you can control yourself, and the fullness will overflow.
If you got on a speedy cavalry, it's something I'd like to try.
(Refreshing!
Now I'm obsessed with dune jumping and Old Lady control.
Tilt your body like a snowboard and let the smoke standing behind you draw a big arc.
Then move your weight to the left to the right and proceed to sew between the large dunes.
I look back as I sometimes jump at the top of a dune. What you see behind it is S-shaped smoke.
(Cool!)
I get drunk on myself.
The old lady "Old Lady" winds up a large amount of sand on landing and is wrapped in sand smoke. But in the next moment, it jumps out of the clouds of sand with momentum and draws a further S-shape.
Exactly bliss.
(Hmm?)
When I looked back diagonally, I noticed sand columns rising in the smoke.
Plus more than one. Next and next up like you're going after me, and you're going down in the sand.
Like a high stretched sand column disappearing into the sand, it resembled a water column, which appeared when a large stone was thrown into the pond.
(Out?)
I laugh at the edge of my mouth.
(I was hoping you'd come from the other side)
What showed up was definitely a dessert ghost.
This is a sphere about two meters in diameter, covered by projections. You just have to think of it as a balance ball, with an ivo.
Dessert ghosts gather sand around the body. Then you dive into the sand and rely on the sound to attack you.
You must have picked up the sound of the old lady "Old Lady," after passing, a sand column about ten meters high, appears many times. Looks like there's more than one, not the whole thing.
(increasingly convenient)
Let the old lady "Old Lady" set up a wand "Rifle".
"Holy shit!"
Shoot a diagonally rearward sand column as you draw an arc. The aim is off to a large extent and the smoke rises far rear of the column.
(That's hard)
High difficulty.
I keep shooting as I change course to S, circle to circle.
The only thing that stops and doesn't shoot is an attack. Dessert ghosts won't catch us as long as we keep moving at high speeds.
(Hit!)
An arrow of light (magic missile) captures the center of the sand column. In the scattered sand, I could see the wreckage of a torn balance ball.
(Do it. This is so much fun.)
After all, sand columns only stand far rear. I can't keep up with the old lady's Old Lady travel speed.
As expected, we will not be attacked as long as we keep moving. At the same time, however, it also comes poking at a high hurdle: shooting while curving around the dunes.
(On the other hand, that's funny)
It's been a long time since I've had shooting.
The Wand Rifle is an experiment.
When a large amount of magic is poured into the Devil's Square of the Wand Rifle, a powerful arrow of light (Magic Missile) is launched.
But there are also drawbacks to this, and the greater the magic power, the longer it will be until the next activation. It's called cooling time.
(On the contrary, if you curb magic, how far can you shrink cooling time?
I want to do that verification.
I gradually dilute my magic while firing in a row. The results were more than expected.
(Full auto!
I don't get that far, but when I narrowed my magic supply to the limit, I could shoot nearly ten shots per second.
(but not really for real)
You have difficulty shooting me, you have a lot of recoil in a less powerful split. As a result, bullets splashed all over the place and didn't hit a single sand column.
Besides, I don't really care, but I'm not magically efficient either. The amount of power and ammunition was so small that the number of ammunition increased.
(Shit, this is valuable data now)
I snort alone in the cockpit. He then enjoyed the high-difficulty FPS First Person Shooter until the sand column stopped appearing.
(... was interesting)
I'm in the cockpit, wiping my sweat and putting on a sports drink-like drink. I'm still not breathing.
There you are.
I wonder if there were nearly twenty of them.
He was making flashy noises, so maybe he came together.
Frequent clothes.
In the meantime, there are no signs of sand columns appearing. The nearby dessert ghosts seem to have all been destroyed.
"Okay, well, let's do another good job"
I speak up and get tempered. From here on out, it's post-processing.
Remove the large bag made of canvas from the gap in the old lady's Old Lady armor. This is the guy I had a herbivore cook make before.
And with the old lady Old Lady, she starts packing the wreckage of dessert ghosts.
(sounds like thick rubber)
Dessert ghosts, to the touch, were very similar to balance balls.
The knight's own collection of the remains of the Warcraft, the so-called drops, is not the first thing.
Collection squads, local feet, or hired adventurers do it. That's normal.
But in the desert, it's dangerous to collect it.
According to the deputy guild manager, if there is a danger to collection, it is common to leave it unattended unless it is valuable.
And dessert ghost drops are not precious.
(Told me you could leave it, but it's something)
Because of my natural poverty, I decided to pick it up myself.
(Well, it's also evidence of defeat)
Even if it were done with an oral report, the deputy guild chief wouldn't suspect anything. But that's only the problem over there. As for myself, I wanted to show you something.
(If you're a knight, you're much safer than you are.)
Outside, there's a cold, strong wind.
Even if the Warcraft does not show up, recovery operations in this environment will be harsh.
With that in mind, I wandered around with the old lady Old Lady in search of drops buried in the sand.
"I'm back now!
By sundown, me and the old lady Old Lady had returned to the King's Capital.
The old lady "Old Lady" with the bulging bag on her shoulder with the drops feels like Santa Claus or a thief.
"Did you really bring it?"
The grass-fed mechanic who picked me up at the East Gate has a frightened face.
It's not worth it to carry it on purpose, I hear a grunt.
Maybe he brought home a presence equal to garbage.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I laugh, haha, to delude myself.
Encouraged by guards guarding the gates, the old lady Old Lady puts the bag on the ground.
After receiving confirmation of the contents, the bag is handed over to the Merchant Guild. I say goodbye here to Yvoy Bo Balance Ball.
(Hmm, that's something I've never seen in this world before)
I glance through the mouth of the bag and think as I look at a thousand chopped Iboibo Balance Balls.
(If you commercialize it, won't it sell?)
When I thought about it that much, there was a lightning bolt running in my brain.
(This is the guy called Knowledge Cheat!
I get excited about my thoughts.
And when he jumped off the old lady "Old Lady" in the hangar, he explained to the herbivore mechanic and asked for his opinion. But my passion is appropriately channelled.
(Demand, I think)
I'm sorry.
On a diet to massage, it should work.
(Would you like to subcontract the prototype and bring it to the whorehouse one of these days)
I thought about it while realizing that my "one of these days" was totally unthinkable.
When I get home, I go out again. To play at night.
(I'm tired today and it's okay to be light)
It is mildly sloppy because I enjoyed hover travel and shooting all the time during the day.
It's just enough to take a bath and have one removed at your disposal.
(But I haven't used my home bath at all.)
I go in every day at the whorehouse, so I don't have to.
I can get it to wash from corner to corner, so I have trouble washing it myself.
(Wasn't the last time you used it, when you modified Mr. Cool?)
It was a long time ago, I thought, but I'm going into one of the back streets of Pleasure Street, an even narrower sidewalk there.
This is the destination of the day.
(Oops, you're still busy today)
Commonly known as "a bottle of yokocho".
Unlike the boulevards lined up with large stores, small, privately owned shops have a narrow space alongside them.
Take a hissing stream of people and look at the woman at the store.
(I hope you're not too young)
I feel that way today.
There was a woman who looked like she was just in her mid-thirties, looking like a Japanese garment.
I have an atmosphere that seems to give my husband a hard time on his way home from work.
(All right, this)
I make up my mind and head to the scratcher.
"Welcome"
With a small smile, he is passed to the back bathroom.
"You wash your body."
That said, she begins to carefully wash in a foamed towel and shower. Of course me and her are what they were born to be.
"I wash my fingers too"
(Why bother declaring?
When I looked at her with such a doubt, she looked like she was in trouble for some reason.
"Middle finger, please stand up"
Yes, whispered in my ear.
If you do so without thinking deeply, the feeling of being swallowed immediately after wraps your fingers.
(What?)
When I accidentally looked at my left hand, she was grabbing my palm with both hands and inviting my fingers to the back of it.
Move my hand up and down gently. They're washing it.
(This is also hobby)
She washes her fingers one after the other as she pushes her voice to death.
So I noticed a little angle on my fingers.
What is it?
Question and activate the demon eye.
What I found out was that she was leading my fingers to her yellow, shining area in front of me more than straight.
(What, are you having fun?)
I was worried that it would be hard because I was leaking my voice to bitterness, but it seemed like I was worried.
I'm happy to say I can enjoy my work.
With that said, I reaffirm my happiness that so am I.
Did she come on board or stop using towels to wash me? Then they foamed and rubbed the local soft tai.
It is washed with tawashi all over the body, but I still have some doubts as to whether it is beautiful.
After washing, warm up in a slow hot tub.
In the meantime she took a shower and left "I'll be ready" and went outside the bathroom.
When I get up from the bath, she waits in a white yukata and starts wiping my whole body with a bath towel. This feels good again, too.
"Please, lie down here"
Guided to a simple bed and given a massage.
(This is it. This is it. I wanted something like this today)
Her arms are pretty good, and the muscles she was stretching unnoticed gradually go loose.
(Feels good)
I was going to fall asleep.
(Whoa)
For added comfort, open your thin eyes and look at your groin. Then she buried her face and worked for a no-hand massage.
Great tongue. That look is great, too.
The act of tenderness in every corner is accompanied by the mercy of the mother towards the toddler.
And at the end of the day, she turned around and rode over me.
White yukata rolls up and big white peaches dew. Its munchy white peach flavour is delicious as it swings.
Plus, it all moves over there. I'll do nothing, just stay completely relaxed.
(saying man tuna is pretty good too)
They do not compete with each other in moves, win or lose. It comes from the depths that you are caring about me, who really is a guest.
I let myself go with my own feelings, without patience.
(Uh, I'm tired)
I turn my neck and shoulders and make noises.
Even as I head home, I follow out. For this minute, I think I'll always feel more comfortable sleeping.
We'll do our best tomorrow.
I felt blessed with a good wife, and I walked to my family's waiting house, fluttering with happiness.