Tons of rock chips scattered across the earth.
This is where Hell Bee Hell Diver's nest was until a few days ago.
Now there are numerous crows jumping the ground in search of the carcasses of the misguided Hell Bee Hell Diver between rock chips and crushed stones.
The time is dusk. From there, the red, large sun slowly sets on the ridge visible to the west.
Its ridges are the mountains of the western part of the kingdom.
It is a watershed separating empire to the west and kingdom to the east.
And like sewing mountains, a trading road runs that connects the two countries.
"The path of the deal is the path of war"
As the saying goes, this road became from the west to the east at one time, and from the east to the west at another, the path through which soldiers and knights passed.
For this reason, more fortifications have been built on both sides of the mountain than before to strangle the trading route.
With the passage of time, the fortifications, especially on the imperial side, continued to expand. The fort turns into a castle, and the castle eventually transforms into a fortified city.
A boneless castle in the heart of the city. In one of the rooms, meetings were now being held by several people.
"Is the story that the Knights of the Kingdom have been defeated true?
A bald middle-aged man sitting in the upper seat opens his mouth.
Although the clothes are not flashy enough for me to wear, I can see that they are expensive if I look good. It feels like the everyday clothing of a nobleman of high rank.
"Guess from the information we're getting together, that's likely. It's not definitive yet."
A skinny man with a shaped beard like a handle answers as he jerks off his proud beard.
"I can clearly tell when"
The steering wheel beard gently closed the half-eye that looked like a sleeping beard and answered the question.
"At the latest, by the end of spring, details will be found"
To its content, bald middle-aged people snort in dissatisfaction.
"Wouldn't it be a little quicker?"
"We're reducing the number of hands, so I thought this was the best we could do."
The handle beard distorts the expression spicidly.
We've only recently lost the information network that took so long and so long to build.
From where the plan to spread the drug has been exposed, it has been picked up by a potato ceremony and eventually abandoned to its base. For a steering wheel beard, it's the extreme of hatred.
"Let's know. We must live up to His Majesty's expectations."
The bald middle-aged reinforce their vocabulary.
The land is an important military base against the kingdom. If it is attacked, it must be a shield, and if it is attacked, it must be a spear.
Therefore, the status of lord shall be ascribed to the promoted.
If we are tested for strength in this land, and if we succeed, the road to the imperial centre will be wide open, and if we buy disappointment, we lose everything.
In the middle-aged, bald people just to find out about it, the lord of the land, Uncle Borderline, was frustrated.
"Don't make your feelings peaceful. Caution is needed because it is a great opportunity"
The steering wheel beard says to flatter.
"If it's true that we lost, we should be desperately trying to rebuild our power by now. Shouldn't I slap you before you recover?"
From the side of the handle beard, a tall old man mouths.
He also accumulates a white jawbeard in short hair with mixed gray hair.
But the body is thick and thick like a forged bodybuilder and a reverse triangle. Somewhat smaller clothes, which you would have consciously chosen, make your muscles stand out.
"Be careful not to lose time"
I guess my mind was moved by the claim of short gray hair.
Borderline uncle moves his gaze to the handle beard.
"... we have no next. Don't forget that."
The steering wheel beard answered as he hid his sigh.
I'm failing once with drugs.
I'm afraid I'll miss the opportunity, but I'm not in favor of proceeding with soldiers in the absence of enough information.
Even if you miss this opportunity, you still have time to get laid. But if you fail, it's completely over.
(not yet time to bet everything)
We have been tried by His Majesty, but time is still left.
Borderline uncle, who regained his calm, nods and mouths his words.
"Sure, it's hard to believe because the opponent is heavily riding the part called" Heavy Lancer ""
This part of me was unconvincing even as a borderline ambassador, shaking my trust in the information as a whole.
"Indeed."
Old men also express the will to consent.
The assault on the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer" is indeed horrible. But the way it fights is too foolish and vice versa.
That's what I'm saying about breaking the Knights of the Kingdom, so I'm also saying about being questioned about the credibility of information.
"Is there any information from Sir's son?"
Borderline uncle asks for short gray hair.
His son entered the kingdom for reconnaissance, branded as a mission of friendship.
"Nothing so far"
Too bad the short gray hair shakes his head.
Uncle Borderline puts his hand on his chin, closes his eyes, and opens them.
"That's accurate information first. It takes some time at this time."
The meeting adjourned in response to those words.
First the border uncle and his entourage, then the short gray hair leaves the room to the hallway.
Dropping off its back, the steering wheel beard went out to the veranda in the opposite direction from the hallway.
"If only the information network stayed, I'd get something to catch things up a little faster."
I speak to myself looking down the castle at sunset.
"I'm sorry to give it back."
Tremble in a strong breeze.
Originally, the land was not easy to dwell in and gathered together. It is a city that has developed artificially as a military base. Because of this, the climate is never human-friendly.
The handle beard scratches the collar of the cape and flips itself. Then he walked away to the castle.
Spring was about to come to the Wang capital.
The sun rises a lot faster, and the sun is pouring in early in the morning.
In the meantime, I was putting my energy into garden forest care.
The reason is simple.
I wanted to put my hands around the newly set pond because the old lady "Old Lady" couldn't move it hanging on the poison fangs of a herbivore mechanic.
By now, the old lady (Old Lady) will have been stripped of all her armor and will have been carefully investigated by a herbivorous mechanic who was insane in her eyes and excited to the point of abnormality, in the corner and in the back.
I shuddered my spine with Burri, and I resumed the process of changing my mind.
"It would be better if it were a little shallow."
Side by side the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer" running around the water, adjusting the depth of the water with the sand and pebbles you have bought.
Heavy Lancers, a small body of heavy horseback riders, had a sudden change in the depth of the water, and several drowning individuals appeared.
"Put a little hand on the river, too"
A river is a side ditch between a pond and a drain. For once, I intend to make it in the image of a river.
"Certainly too deep for you guys to cross"
It lays pebbles on the bottom, but is originally a U-shaped side groove, so it deepens almost at right angles.
At one point, I saw the heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer and realized that it was impossible to cross the river.
By the way, Heavy Lancer, a heavy horseback rider, takes a hard life in the lattice at the side gutter entrance.
"Let's go like this"
Temporarily set aside the stone bridge purchased at the gardening shop and take a short distance to view.
"Hmm? What's up?"
All of a sudden, the relatives move away.
Imoske goes behind the branches of the herb tree, and Dangolo goes into the ground. A little late, heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer also runs across the herb tree.
"Mr. O'Geek."
Imoske taught me. Looks like a visitor.
I washed my hands and decided to wait for the guests to come up the stairs.
"That's unusual."
When I took the knock and opened the front door, it was Mr. Cool there.
As beautiful as ever, but also faceless.
"I wanted to say hello"
That's what I'm saying, I'm offering you a sweet fold.
While accepting it, I decided to ask him to come up first.
Brew tea and open confectionery folds.
"It's a reputation in the neighborhood."
There was a line in the box that looked like Mr. Cool, like an elegant Japanese sweet.
He came to me today to ask me if I was in a good mood. They're used to that at this time of year.
Mr. Cool maintains his main position at one of Wang Du's premier whorehouses, named Jaanne.
But at the same time, it is the Phantom of the Dying Regiment, the First Eater (Unicorn).
Being the chief doctor slime of the Dying Regiment, I am certainly your boss, if you ask me.
"Rumor has it, they call me a phantom princess."
Mr. Cool, with his hips down face-to-face, is silent with a cool look.
I don't care because it's the usual thing, so I talked to him from here.
Since winning everything in the divine game, Jaanne seems to have received an inquiry.
But because I refuse them all, it seems that they have two names.
"If it's the first thing, I'll take it."
It is a word as expected.
Mr. Cool, life isn't hanging anymore. With all the accumulation we've had, if we don't have the luxury, we can spend it going.
For that reason, I live in a hobby now.
Except for the desired customer, I guess I wouldn't accept it if I didn't have the extra glitch.
Incidentally, the Exploding Bottom Sister says the fierce battle with Reapers and Lightning has gained a reputation and is filled with reservations up to six months away.
(Well, even if the entry/exit ban is lifted, you won't be able to deal with me for at least six months.)
Unfortunately, I reach for the confectionery fold. The scent of plate-shaped karinthor in the mouth slips out of the nose and tickles the nasal cavity.
I'd like to speak to the chief.
This word is unexpected.
(I wonder if there was anything I could ask for your opinion)
I don't think so, but I decide to ask first and encourage ahead.
"I'd like you to introduce me."
"What?"
"Give me the first thing."
I swallow the kalinto I was chewing and make tea.
Mr. Cool doesn't show me shame.
Until the raw desire comes to the table.
I can talk to you about anything. Did I just say "boss"?
"Um, I don't really know you because you're young."
I replied as I frowned.
In fact, I know the old man, but I don't know the boy very well. Both pilots' schools are now out of touch.
"Why, are you young"
Mr. Cool looks strange and tilts his neck. So I made the same look and tilted my neck small.
"Wouldn't you like a boy?
"No, nothing."
Between the boxes of confectionery, the two of us stare at each other.
Thank you. There seems to be some confusion between the two sides.
"But you'd rather be young, wouldn't you?
"For the first time, age doesn't matter"
I think a little. And went on.
"If you were a grandfather or an old man, you wouldn't like it, would you?
"Are those people the first?
"Uh, yeah."
Although the face of a specific acquaintance does not float, I will answer that for now.
Hearing that, Mr. Cool narrowed his eyes.
"... vintage"
Blistering and leaking, gobbling throat.
(That's right, first time eating (unicorn))
Once again, I know the depth of her business.
"Don't you have a preference or something?
Mr. Cool, watered down from the sea of paranoia by my voice, looks up.
"Faces, styles"
"Without experience, appearance doesn't matter"
There is no brake at all. I'm going to admire you by accident.
Take a sip of tea, and again, take the plate or rinto.
I changed the subject, enjoying the intense aroma and the deep brown sugar sweetness.
"If you don't want to take customers, don't you have a lot of time?
Nodding, Mr. Cool.
Something, he's thinking of another job.
"For waiting children, I thought I'd be a nanny."
That word makes my brow angle tight. Because it's not what I was talking about.
"You're young, but you weren't obsessed?
"It's a matter of probability."
I often keep my mouth shut and chew Mr. Cool's words off with the board or the rind.
Indeed, the younger is more likely to be the first. I have to convince you.
I shook my head wide left and right as I sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"I can see you educating too soon."
Hearing the words, Mr. Cool gave a smile that changed his faceless face and was reminiscent of Trump's joker.
"... sorry to bother you"
A little after that, Mr. Cool says. They say it's time to go home.
"If you have a good first, I'll introduce you."
In response, Mr. Cool pressed for more eyes, please.
And my ears pick up the blurry whisper in my mouth.
(For the first time, there's no good or bad)
I sigh lightly.
(You seem very hungry. Well, I could say I'm starving all year)
And think.
(It's my boss's job to take care of my people's minds, too)
I added a first item to my business list.