From the square in the center of Wangdu, rush east. The East Gate, which will be the east entrance to the Wang capital, is there.
Built right next to it, it's like a brick factory.
That's the Merchant Guild Knight Hangar.
"It's strange that Mr. Tauro didn't get hurt badly when the old lady" Old Lady "is so worn out"
A herbivore mechanic looks up at the old lady Old Lady while putting his arms together and says so.
The look on that face is where it was repaired from.
"Thanks to good maintenance. He totally protected me inside."
I'll be the first to drain the lube from the conversation and explain the situation.
Not long ago, me and the old lady, the Old Lady, arrived in the Wang capital and entered this hangar first.
And now this is how I'm having a conversation with a herbivore mechanic.
(That took a long time)
Yesterday evening, he left the Hell Bee Hell Diver's nest and camped along the streets late at night.
And this morning, the night left before dawn, and finally arrived in the afternoon.
Because the hover has deformed or torn leg armor, the wind magic cannot be successfully controlled and cannot be used.
The speed of walking is greatly reduced as the warped armor has interfered with the skin and inflicted pain.
The result is this time.
(Well, there was nothing on the road, just walking)
Fortunately, while we were on the move, there was nothing troublesome about me or the old lady Old Lady.
If I dare to give you something on the road, the injured figure of the old lady, the Old Lady, will be about what attracted your attention.
"I'm just talking about a nosebleed, but you need to take care of something."
Seeing me broadly creeping the blood, the herbivore was surprised at first to jump up.
But he convinced me after seeing my explanation that I just hit him in the face and bled my nose and how he didn't seem to get hurt.
"No, that's not true. I bumped into him because I was a fool."
In return, Mr. Tauro snorted.
I was prepared to go with the questioning attack, but the herbivore doesn't seem to care.
(On a good note, a herbivore is a technical matter about knights)
Maybe he doesn't care much when it comes to drops for Warcraft.
A big explosion of mystery occurs during the battle against Hell Bee Hell Diver.
The Hell Bee "Hell Diver" was wiped out because of it, the old lady "Old Lady" was hurt, and being a pilot, I hit my nose with a shock and let my nose bleed out.
The reaction to this explanation
"After all, there is a great danger to the exorcism of the Warcraft."
And so on and so on, I just shake my neck left and right.
Was I too vigilant?
That's what I thought. I went to the locker room in the hangar and took a shower.
"Mr. Tauro! What is this?
When he comes back after a shower, getting dressed, the herbivore asks me how tough it is.
When I think about it, it looks like it's about the old lady's Old Lady armor and scalp.
"Why is the armor so broken, the body has no scratches?
"Looks like you repaired yourself."
I answer that question as if it were natural.
The herbivore frowned and made his expression even tougher.
I'm a little anxious about that, and I'll add an explanation.
"It's a knight's self-repair function. Golem says it's right for you. Yesterday it seemed to be consuming the magic left inside and fixing it on its own."
The herbivore stares straight at me. It's like trying to spot a lie.
(No lies about this)
I look back without distracting myself.
Eventually, the herbivore mechanic turns a blind eye and tells him to whine.
"To the knight, there is no self-repair function"
Now it was my turn to give you a strange look.
Golem is definitely learning at the School of Pilots when it comes to self-repair. A professional herbivore mechanic can't be unaware of that.
When I said that, he explained it to me.
"The golem does go well with restorative magic. Some natural golems are self-regenerating."
And carry on the word.
"But there's nothing to self-regenerate" regenerate "with a knight. Restoration will only take place in the Restoration Demon Square, Doc."
"What, so what does it mean to be compatible with restorative magic?
"It's compatible, and it's highly effective in the Repair Demon Square, Doc. Compared to others, regeneration progresses with less magic in a short time."
I lay my hands on my chin and cast my doubts.
"So, old lady, what is this about Old Lady?"
"This has never happened before. Obviously, it's unusual."
The grass mechanic's eyes gleam
The storm of questions that started there was a tremendous one.
Question or stuffing, root-digging leaf digging, thoroughly asked.
That's the technician. There is a sharp difference between what is not of interest and what is.
All I did was repeat the phrase, "I feel like my magic has been consumed and my old lady's Old Lady's restoration has progressed."
(tired)
No matter how much you squeeze, you can no longer get information from me. The herbivore, who decided so, has shifted his interest from me so lightly that he can attack the old lady, the Old Lady, to begin his investigation.
When this happens anymore, you won't get a voice around you.
"This has been happening since Mr. Tauro arrived! I'm in real trouble! Really!"
Keep your back on me and repeat it out loud.
The content blames me, but the sound of my voice betrays me. Obviously, it feels like fun.
So I don't get one guilt right now either.
At best, I just hope I don't get too into it and break my body.
(Let's go report to the Alliance)
Later, I guess even if I were there, I'd just be in the way.
I follow the hangar, enjoy the afternoon sun, and start walking to the Merchant Guild.
We had gone straight to the hangar, showered and dressed, and met with questioning attacks on it, so we haven't talked about the Hell Bee "Hell Diver" exorcism yet.
(That being said, people should still remain evacuated)
I remembered the villagers living nearby, and I was a little faster.
Arrive soon and head to the stairs as you greet the staff. The Alliance Commander's room is on the third floor.
(Do you want to stop by and wash your hands before you go up)
A cup of tea, a treat in the hangar, wants to go outside after a tour of his body.
I go into the men's bathroom where no one else is, and I stand in front of the urinal.
And as he exhaled, he began to discharge water.
(... what?
I felt something, I think.
But I can't hear anything.
(No, there's something there)
Definitely. Someone's killing my breath, asking for this one.
And there are multiple signs. It's not a mistake.
Enemy?
Kill your breath, swallow your spit.
No way, he's in the Merchant Alliance.
For me, it's supposed to be a safe place.
But I can't be alarmed. First, complete the drainage so this one doesn't get noticed.
Eventually the water sounds subside, only the sound of cutting the splash sounds a few degrees, quietly.
As the silence returned indoors, I sharpened my nerves, ears all over my body.
……
At that time, the signs move.
(This feeling, this is no way!
I remember. Definitely.
(... this is love being made now)
From the booth in the back, the breath of a man and woman that sounds faint.
Perhaps you noticed I came in and stopped it once.
But I couldn't stand it because I couldn't move much, and it started moving again.
(Souvenir fruit cake, sounds like it worked)
I smile slightly.
It is a specially made confection blessed in the temple. Its effect is that it increases the feelings of those who eat and begins to seek to make love.
I was hoping it would be lubricant at work and I bought it.
Fortunately, it seems to be working properly. As long as I'm happy.
(Good)
No, I don't have to clear my ears, but I hear the melody of love.
Gradually seemingly losing reluctance and forgiveness, the booth in the back began to sound a continuous twitch. The potty does not come off the floor or is so worrying.
(Happily)
I gently left the toilet behind to stay out of the way.
"Excuse me."
Quietly ascend the stairs to the third floor, knock, and enter the room.
Thank you for your hard work.
Upon completing the report on the extermination of Hell Bee Hell Diver, the guild chief smiled calmly.
"Nevertheless, what was the explosion"
It is an ideological face.
I skilfully divide and continue to pursue the three answers I had prepared in advance, namely, "I don't know", "I don't know" and "I don't know".
Originally, the guild leader, who knew I lacked any warcraft or magical knowledge, gave up and exhaled along the way.
"I don't know if it has anything to do with earthquakes."
"Earthquake, is it"
The guild leader answers with an unexpected look.
"I hear there was an earthquake yesterday south of Awok. Just around the corner where you were."
It is the first ear.
I know, but I didn't know the earthquake itself.
"Well, maybe it was in battle, maybe the explosion was from an earthquake."
So the guild leader stands up in a chair and points me to the reception set.
"Well, sit down there."
And on the couch for one, I lowered my back.
The Hell Bee "Hell Diver" story is over, and from here on out, it'll mean chat time.
I'll sit on the three-seater couch face to face, if you ask me.
Then, when he gave the instructions, the door was knocked immediately and a female employee in a skirt brought tea.
"The story is spreading, but it's getting pretty modest"
The guild leader bends his knee gently, running his gaze on the employee's knee, which places tea on the table, hiking his nose.
Because it was in front of her, the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer and the Knights part were blurry.
"Really?"
I look at my knees like a guild leader. A charming woman of not too young age with some vivid colors.
(What if he was one of those people who made love in the toilet)
It is intense enough to make you think so.
The Guild Commander and I nailed our gaze on the big, swinging ass to the left and right of it as we walked away into the hallway.
Just before leaving the room, look back and bow your head. Just before that, we take our gaze off and create an atmosphere where we're having a serious meeting.
But from the slightly floating look on her face, it was thought that it would probably be misaligned.
"I missed it, so I couldn't publish it until I caught him."
regain consciousness and take the word of the guild leader.
I'm not wrong. Except for the fact that the Knights on their way to sweep have been destroyed.
"And then the price of mineral resources is soaring"
They're buying a lot from the Forge Guild to repair the knight.
The Adventurer Guild knight seems to have recently stuck out on a stone golem crusade for mineral resources.
"Plus, it looks like the pilot's school will have an extraordinary practice exam soon."
That information is fresh to me.
I have never heard of any practical exams held at a pilot's school other than on a regular basis.
"Is that to cover the missing pilot?"
Guild length snorts.
A pilot who has lost his life cannot be repaired like a knight.
I guess I'll be welcoming the pilot in early and telling him to work out by the time the knight returns.
"Now if you'll excuse me."
The chat is over, and I'm light on foot, leaving the Merchant Alliance behind.
I'm enjoying my job as a knight pilot, but I still feel like "getting up to work".
All the more so in an environment where there are good mesh and tasty women after.
I whistle and walk out to the pleasure zone.
(Extraordinary practical exam?)
That's what the Alliance Commander said. There are no mistakes.
(This is a chance for ponytails)
I'll be happy while other people are here.
In sports, it's because he's a good athlete.
(Which, I'll let you know when I help you pay off your debts)
It hasn't been much of a day since the last time, but the sooner I get through, the sooner I pay off my debts.
This is for her, too, and we have to keep going.
(What kind of words do I stir you up today?)
And then, with that in mind, I said, "Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'I pushed open the door.
(... Too bad you're off today)
On the chicks, there was no usual challenging appearance.
(That being said, I haven't heard the next scheduled attendance date)
I plan on giving an old concierge a ponytail.
The answer to that was totally unexpected.
"Retire?"
Concierge is courteous.
"Did you rub something up and get your neck"
It's rude to ponytail, but that's most likely.
The elderly concierge also smiles bitterly because he knows very well that there is a problem with ponytails.
"No, because I had a purpose in paying back, I said I would focus on my studies."
Understanding catches up with Concierge's words, one beat late.
I thought it would happen sooner or later, and it's for her, but it's a great shame when it does.
(Did you chip a little too much)
My regrets boiled a little.
Oh, I can't taste those hot teeth anymore.
Country buckwheat stiff enough to tire chin. Ponytails, by analogy, are like that.
A lot of people are estranged, but that's my big favorite.
I don't take it to the public, so it's hard to come across that type.
(Hiiki's soba shop closed)
If you say so by analogy, that's the way it is. I get a big sigh.
(Good for you, I guess you should think....... but hey)
I'm in a complicated mood, and I shut up a lot.
That's when I felt something flashing.
I wonder, I ask about braided tits. Again, this one, he was retired around the same time.
(Caused by extraordinary practical exams)
The more extraordinary they do, the more the Knights want pilots.
If the quality cannot be lowered, the school side must have been in a mood.
More than ever, there must be rigorous instruction.
(... good luck)
I sent Yale in my heart as I drew loneliness.
(Well, what do we do)
Think about what's coming today.
(It would be rude for the store to leave without holding her even though she entered the store)
Put your hands on your chin and nod gently.
And I invited an elderly concierge.
"A merchant guild female employee's uniform, do you have it?
Absolutely, I get a reliable reply and make a nomination.
Exactly, there was no distracting Alliance employee coming out earlier, but it still looked like a woman who wasn't bad.
(Shit, this is what it is)
I had the service of a junior whorehouse, and it was quite refreshing.