Newly incorporated within imperial territory, Landburn. Until recently it was the core of the western kingdom.
The economy here and now had an unrememorable boom in recent years.
"You've been more receptive than I thought,"
Top floor of the received bureau.
Borderline uncle gazes at the square under his eyes and speaks.
Landburn was under royal jurisdiction, so there is no hall of lord nobility.
For this reason, this bureau on the north side of the square in the centre of the city was the centre of the administration.
"Your Excellency has been declared to be transferring his headquarters to this land."
On a lean face, a splendid beard like a bicycle handle. And a man with sleepy eyes answers Uncle Borderline.
"And as declared, massive amounts of money were thrown down for maintenance"
As the steering wheel beard put it, renovation work was now under way in Landburn on streets, buildings, walls and everywhere.
"It has been decided that the city you live in will be the new capital of the Borderlands, and the work will be overflowing."
Continue to show the residents busy crossing the square in the palm of their hand.
"There is no more anxiety that the city will burn down. And I'm busy, and the money won't have time to complain anyway."
Uncle Borderline snorts.
Instead of being occupied and deprived of wealth, it is poured in reverse.
Even though it is borderline, the capital is above the local cities of the kingdom. My self-esteem doesn't hurt either.
Some residents had already begun to say that it was better than when it was kingdom territory.
"I think it was all just a plan."
It's your call, my lord.
I finally bow my head to the bitter borderline uncle.
The exaggerated and playful trick was a joke about the handle beard. Probably tried to distract the dogma.
They laughed a little.
"But the land is blessed with sunshine. It would be nice."
Uncle Borderline looks at the sky with his eyes narrowed.
There was a blue sky and a few clouds, and the sun, even higher, was pouring bright light into the city.
Previously based in a cold-breezed military base, often covered by leaded clouds.
In comparison, it was a far more gentle climate for the mind and body.
"Never lose this land. Make haste to build a path with your own country."
Words have power. I wonder how much you liked the land.
I was putting so much money into that evidence that I began to see the bottom of my own vault.
The handle beard grins at his mouth and gently graces him.
There goes the sound of a knock.
I beg your pardon.
Granting entry, a soldier with a letter appears.
"From the Imperial Mansion, we have received a sentence"
Hearing the words, the steering wheel beard receives the letter offered and cuts the sealed wax.
An Imperial Mansion is a museum owned by Borderline Uncle in Imperial City.
There, the men of the steering wheel beard gathered information about the Imperial Center and sent it regularly.
The handle beard at first reading communicates the contents to Uncle Borderline.
"Ransom negotiations with northern countries, he said, have been concluded. And soon the Viscount will return home."
Uncle Borderline snorts at the lack of interest.
"The 'Boxed Daughter' we gave was brought into the Imperial Forge Guild for analysis. Your Majesty is delighted and may give you something."
For the report, I put my face down.
"Boxed Daughter" was a Class A Knight ridden by the former Knights Commander of the Kingdom. It is regarded as a flag rider of the country.
The fact that the Kingdom lost this and the Empire got it was of great diplomatic value.
In this Landburn offensive, a party of Borderline uncles have a great deal of face. In the birth competition, we would have stepped forward a long time ago.
"And soon an expeditionary army will be organized, supposedly invading Kingdom territory from here in Landburn"
"... you're early"
Uncle Borderline frowned.
Leading the Expeditionary Army are undoubtedly the rivals of the Border Uncle.
Now that the hardest shell, the border, has been broken, we have gathered to eat the soft meat inside.
It is these people that Uncle Rosehip called 'Hyena'.
"I guess I'm in a hurry. From our perspective, they are all hyenas, but even hyenas compete with each other."
Yes, draw your own conclusions.
The emperor is competing with his men.
Therefore, even in an environment where the kingdom can advance weak soldiers, permission to invade will not be granted to the peripheral uncle.
Chances are given to another.
"This kind of thing is second best. Let the first struggle and then get the next delicious place without labor"
Uncle Borderline's words have a strong sense of reality.
Because that's how he came himself, kicking off the others and overlapping his achievements.
By now in Imperial Capital, he would be in the middle of a fierce feud over the chair of the commander of the Expeditionary Army.
"To the extent that we don't buy His Majesty's unhappiness, we have to cooperate."
The handlebeard hammered deeply at the shoulder-shrugging borderline uncle.
The stage moves from Landburn to the east, passing Awok to the King's Capital.
Under the strong afternoon sun, the building had cast a dark shadow into the central square.
The figure of a man crossing the square with a big book beside him. It is Tauro.
I'm on my way home from the Merchant Alliance.
(Just this time, the guild leader pissed me off)
As a result of the national contest for beautiful girls in Sione, the herbivore mechanic goes on holiday again. There is no prospect of a return.
The absence of the mechanic leads straight to the operation of the knight, so the guild chief gave me words of reprimand.
"It's the second time. Think about it for a second!
The last time I took her to a whorehouse at the end of the century, the herbivore mechanic didn't come to work for a while.
And this time, the same thing is happening.
"It was too exciting."
When I confessed that I had taken him to Sione, I said so with a crease between my eyebrows.
"Tauro, I know it may not be enough for you, but I'm glad it's warmer."
Reflect on your boss's sigh.
While I said I wanted to swell up to a herbivore, I actually did what I wanted to play with.
If it was entertainment, you should have put them first.
"Be careful from now on."
Look at me, Guild Leader cuts up.
Deeply bow your head and exit the Alliance Leader's Office. I delivered the potion at the ground floor counter and went outside.
(Failed)
I feel the weight of the book increases because of my fainting.
Before I went to the Merchant Guild, I borrowed it from a bookseller.
(I can't help but regret it. I hope I don't repeat it)
I change my mind and think of the bookkeeper.
(hey, and grandpa, brightened up)
I saw it at the store earlier and was surprised how it changed.
My grandfather, who I know, sits unlovingly on the counter in the back and only has minimal conversation with the guests.
That's today, while cleaning up the book with a gentle expression, lovingly responding to customer inquiries.
I don't think he's the same person.
(Again, the power of women is great)
I think I'm stingy.
The reason people have changed is definitely Mr. Cool.
I put my thoughts on the woman in the story, the grandfather of a bookkeeper who kept her pure until that year.
Mr. Cool did the cosplay of the thinker, attacking and ravaging his sleep.
(You'd be surprised)
When I wake up feeling strange, there's a woman in front of me who I've even dreamed of, and she's raping herself.
It would not have seemed very real.
According to Mr. Cool, he came to me with the illusion that it was a dream.
Of course, Mr. Cool does not misunderstand, and he is still delicious.
"Passionate, yet profound taste of the age-old. Thank you very much."
He shared his thoughts with me while moisturizing my eyes and sighing contentedly.
Regular guests and neighbors are pleasantly surprised.
No matter how much, Grandpa never breaks his mouth just laughing at Nico.
And the people who know that I made a surprise gift don't even know what they gave me.
(Grandpa is happy, Mr. Cool is satisfied. And I could finish my homework)
I don't know what will happen after Grandpa.
But when it comes to me, Mr. Cool won't give me my first product for the time being.
Climb the stairs of your home in a good mood and enter the front door.
I pulled two of my family members who welcomed me as usual and headed to the living room.
So I open the book I borrowed and talk to Imoske and Dangolow.
"Look, I borrowed it."
On the cover of the book it says' creatures living in the Spirit Forest '.
It was a large book, with pictures of spiritual beasts and warcraft among them.
Now we shall all study the turtle that appeared in the pond of the garden forest the other day.
The Imosques knew about the existence of those turtles. But I'm not very familiar with it.
"A lake near the Spirit Forest. Is that where you came from?"
I'll look into that lake first.
"This is it."
Spirit Lake.
A forest zone extending into the northern part of the Ost continent, called the Spirit Forest. The lake that spreads to the north.
The water quality is extremely beautiful, and while many fish live, it is enough to see watermarks to the bottom of the lake.
Transparency and biological richness. It would be due to the benefit of a spiritual beast living in the middle of the lake that we are combining this conflicting.
"I've come a long way."
I notice the faint reactions of my relatives as I speak.
With that said, both Imosuke and Dangolo came from the Spirit Forest.
If they say the Spirit Lake is far away, they won't come tight.
Next, look for that Spirit Beast living in the middle of the lake article.
Zalatan.
A spiritual beast living in the middle of a spiritual lake.
He is regarded as the Lord and Guardian of the Lake.
A superior being among spiritual beasts, with long life and mighty power.
Since when is it unknown to be in the Lake of the Spirit?
It rarely moves from the center of the lake, and many mistake it for an island.
In fact, among the elves, it is called the 'Forbidden Island'.
Also, there are theories about the origins of the stone building traces behind it, but we do not know exactly what they are.
"Island Hey."
When I saw it in the garden forest, it looked like a turtle about twenty centimeters long. If it is only long, it is as good as Imosuke.
Even if it describes a giant body or a mighty force, it doesn't come one pin at a time.
"But the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer is about the size of a fingertip, and is it on a different scale?
Say so, and look at Imosuke.
Imoske moved his head up and down so as to affirm my words.
"Well, that turtle's actually bigger too," he said.
Imoske is nodding.
At that time, I thought.
"Are you guys actually big?
Imoske poses as a neck tilting thought, and Dangolow, round or back.
The wave of passing emotions feels' a little different '.
"You don't have to try to explain."
I roll my rounded dangolows.
I get a hard-working feeling trying to tell you the exact thing. But you won't understand me. Too little magical knowledge.
"Explosion Bottom Sister, you might understand."
Make it a sexy dynamite beauty, top of Jaanne's.
Its strength is such that it defeated Reaper in the divine match in the Holy Capital.
Then she is also a talented woman who attends and learns at the Supreme School of Magic, the Royal School of Magic.
"I can't see you, though."
In Jaanne, she's still very busy on top of 'Dear Tauro No' going on.
As a result of his shocking debut in the Divine Games, he's buried with reservations up to six months away.
I return from a rounded state and see Dangolows crawling up to the back of my hand.
Whether it's big or not, Imosque, Dangolo is no different. It's my precious family.
"I wonder if it says anything more about that turtle."
Turning the page, there is a large illustration. And color.
"Oh, it's definitely that turtle"
Its appearance surrounding the lake was very similar to that of a turtle that appeared in the garden forest.
It seems a little too dignified and prestigious.
Reading the article, they don't move much from the center of the lake and spend time quietly.
A wild and ferocious spiritual beast, demanding sacrifice at the turn of the season. I was relieved not to exist like that.
"As for Vintage, there's nowhere to go."
Fruit I like turtles, I tried to find it from the line, but I can't find it.
For the time being, you can call that fruit Vintage.
"All right, let's see what you guys say next."
Change the subject and turn the page of the book.
Imosques will be interested, too. I stopped by the edge of the book so I could peek in.
"... some pictures are small, not many sentences"
Large and quite thick books.
I found it behind the chapter, but it's been put together. Unlike a turtle, it's not even a color.
The family seemed unfortunate to see.
"Next to the Spirit Beast, the Warcraft?"
I turn the page.
Then a heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" appeared relatively before. It contains colour illustrations and is detailed.
"You're pretty well known."
It was interesting to me, but the family seemed unhappy. Imoske pointed his butt at the book and Dangolow turned into a sphere.
"... I hear you have to support the forest. It says so here."
Return to the page a little and try to say it in a bright tone.
These spiritual beasts are also responsible for supporting the forest with their fingers.
I didn't say anything wrong.
I turned the page to comfort my family and looked at the painting with them.