The season is early summer.
The heat, which was sitting with the strong sun, went away somewhere with it as the sun fell.
Later what remained was a gentle breeze that carried coolness.
Wang Du was now experiencing one of the easiest times to spend.
"Cheers!"
A common restaurant, facing the streets of the pleasure district.
So I'm hitting a barley jock with Cornell.
"It's been a long time since you hosted the Adult Gourmet Club."
A little busy with my words, Macho Man nods happily with his bubble beard on.
"In the meantime, we have also separated the battle against the Empire. I think I'll have my own time from now on."
And we'll have an exchange of opinions about where we're going after this whorehouse.
"Adult Gourmet Club" is a gentleman's circle that I and I launched in Cornell. Activities include a review of the whorehouse.
By the way, there are still only two members.
"Oh, here we are."
I just vacated about half the jock and look in the kitchen and I say.
What began to be arranged on the table by the hands of my aunt was a shallow large plate served with dishes like hemp lady tofu.
The big deal is looking at manual labor after meals.
"When it gets hot, you want a guy with spices"
Cornell carrying red and black hemp lady tofu in a spoon.
"I knew this was it."
He's got his lips paralyzed by the peppers, but he's got his face down.
On the battlefield, I guess he didn't eat much good food.
(Dinner was good and helpful in this world)
I wholeheartedly agree.
It is rich in ingredients and has a variety of dishes.
Besides, many things taste better than the world they were in because they can magically maintain freshness.
No matter how much you make by selling potions, it's not worth it to think of a glass of ramen and get your pillow wet in tears.
"Sister! Another drink."
In front of me, an empty jock lifted by a thick arm swings to the left and right.
Spicy dishes on hot days still keep drinks going.
Then we talked while we were eating.
"Congratulations on lifting the entry/exit ban!
"Thank you. But only part of it."
Even if I give it back, my mouth will loosen.
The ban on entry and exit from the advanced whorehouse headed by your three families was all that hard.
"No, Sione has completely lifted the ban. And if Jayanne opens the door, even if it's part of it, it's probably all right."
Cornell closed his eyes and nodded at me for eating the words.
"Next time, let's just hit Casabel. And other superior whorehouses."
"Please,"
A third party would be better off if I asked him directly. I decided to ask Cornell to do that.
The main topic from me is the whorehouse. Cornell is about fighting the Empire.
It just seemed confidential, and all I could talk about was what I knew.
"... is it a noble hall"
Cornell makes a grudging face when I tell him I was taken to the aristocratic hall.
And I started talking about the spiciness of the battlefield with a peppery sigh.
"I can't go play, and I don't have a private room. It's really painful."
See how it goes, I think.
(So you dissipated to the noble child opponent)
The aristocratic child is my classmate at the pilots' school.
He has won the practical exam and has been recruited by the Knights.
Cornell himself admitted that he had put his hand on the aristocratic child, so I asked him a few questions about how that happened.
"No, I admit it was accumulating. So I touched my ass."
It stinks and makes my head burst.
The aristocratic child, by the way, is not a girl. He looks brilliant, but he's a clean boy.
"Then I don't hate you. If they resisted, I would have let go of my hand even if I was joking."
Laughing at the beard, Skebemacchio lays a jock.
"I kept sticking, I kept touching it"
"So?"
You remembered the scene, Cornell says as you lowered your eyes.
"Then he said he'd shake his butt out small, left and right. I know what you're feeling."
And I'm gonna ride myself out for a long time.
"If we do this, we'll have to do it now, won't we? Take him straight to the cockpit, he's a guillotine."
It was narrow and hard, and I laugh out loud.
Boy shaking on Macchio's lap.
Save it for yourself, but the vibrancy of its appearance has greatly diminished my appetite.
But Cornell doesn't notice me like that.
"Thanks to you, it helped me while I was in formation."
What that word means is that it hasn't been done once.
I guess I called it in every time I hoarded it and let the cockpit slip.
Looking at me under tension, Cornell seems to have noticed just as well. I coughed up and changed the subject.
"Mr. Tauro, by the way. Did you think about it?
I can't see the story, and I look back thinly.
With that in mind, Cornell looked like he was in trouble.
"Did you forget? It's my knight's name."
I remember being told.
When I went to Knights headquarters to see the new Knight A, I was asked.
The Class A Knight was originally dedicated to the late Second Prince, Royal Blue.
Cornell, who's not even royal, rides, but it's not a good name as it is. Yeah, I told you that.
(The kind of name that symbolizes Cornell)
After a few thoughts, a word came to mind in my brain.
"... what about the King of Two Blades?"
Riding a knight is a knife duplicant. Even when I came down, I skewered the aristocratic child.
Cornell confirms the sound in his mouth as he takes my gaze.
And I broke my face.
"It's perfect for the way I fight. Let's do that."
Thus Cornell's ridden Class A knight changed his name to Royal Blue and changed his name to King of Two Blades.
Finish cooking and rest often.
"Shall we go?"
Cornell snorts at my words.
"A bowl of parents and children devised by Dr. Slime. You know, just hearing the name, it boils my heart."
Even for me, I'd love to hear from my best friend. Today's Adult Gourmet Club is hosted by Sione.
"It's a reputation in the alley."
If you arrive at the store, you'll be glad to know.
Is there also a celebratory mood after the war, Sione seems to be full day after day?
The concierge is delighted, but clouds his face when a store comes out to imitate him. There doesn't seem to be a patent or anything, so they can't make me stop.
"We are the store that was told and originated by Doctor Slime. We're pushing it forward."
That's what they told me, and I was offered something like colored paper. He asked me to write to that effect.
Run the pen appropriately because it's nothing to say no to.
Fortunately, I have received the "ability to speak the common official language of the people" from the Stone Statue. The rank is D, and there is no difficulty in speaking, reading, or writing.
It's just up to my head what I write.
I miss the view after writing, but the margins are a little too much.
(Is it time to spread the name of the secret society to the world?)
Originally made by admiring the villains of specialty heroes. It's not funny that I made it a bee secret organization.
That's what I think. Add a position.
"Death Legion Leader, Doctor Slime"
The coloured paper written under that name belonged to a regional bureau announcer placed in a ramen shop, no matter how he saw it.
"Thank you"
Is that all right, Concierge? I'm just decorating in front of the counter.
There, two of the sideline kids I just nominated came running hand in hand.
"I'm ready."
The concierge looks back and thanks us.
"Silver badge, two-set. We're ready."
The two old men and the girl wrapped their arms around each other and headed upstairs where their mother waited.
Then two hours later, we finish everything and step out of the store onto the street.
Cornell was overjoyed and shared his thoughts with enthusiasm as he walked.
"This is a bit of an epoch making!
"Don't exaggerate like that"
"That's not true. As I said before, Mr. Tauro is not conscious enough."
Wave short makeup thick mother. They liked that a lot. On that evidence, she was the only one to show off 'Skewered Whirlwind'.
So I guess you're in such a good mood and exaggerating.
"Parent-child bowls can solve even adolescence parent-child discord!
Am I drunk, and I say strange things again?
"Deal with the same customers with parents and children. This will create a common experience, and you will learn about each other's misery."
I can't tell you that's wrong. I snort.
"One of the main causes of discord is the lack of mutual understanding. That's what I think. A bowl of parents and children can keep it."
So Cornell combines his hands in front of his jaw, lowering himself and imitating the girl's voice.
"Your mother knows nothing about me."
Now he changed direction, stretched his spine and took a great attitude.
"You don't know how hard it is for your parents."
Apparently, he's going to be dressed as a mother.
I watch this poor little play all the time.
Mother and child's last line was "Mother Wow," "You, Far Above My Young Age," where they recognized each other and became friends and the final play.
"It feels like"
What do you say, Cornell?
(wonder what happens to the father)
Wouldn't all the bonds between mother and child be strengthened and your father's place lost?
I felt such anxiety, but I decided to keep my mouth shut on Cornell with a rough nose.
"Well, let's go next, next. Today we are celebrating the end of the war and the lifting of Mr. Tauro's ban on entry and exit!
I wonder how much it had accumulated. Even though I dealt with four mothers and children earlier, I am still full of energy.
I laughed bitterly and followed behind the big man ahead.
Then a few hours later.
Early sunrise in the early summer begins to brighten up Wangdu's pleasant neighborhood.
And I was fluttering in that light.
(No, it's morning.)
At any moment, Cornell didn't try to cut it up, and it was finally this time.
"Okay, one last shot, then. Shall we just go to the other house?"
There won't be a store open, and I'll give it back weakly, with a dazzling smile illuminated by the morning sun.
"It's okay. Because there are shops for people who want to do it all night."
Is he tired or something?
Even in my previous life, I had several colleagues who had children at the beginning of the night shift.
They have a store that meets that demand.
That's because this world, that side of it, runs out.
"... because this is really the last time."
That's what I thought I'd push and head to the next store in a foothold like the undead.
At the same time, in the country of Niceacasia, north-northwest of the kingdom, two horsemen were advancing through the forest.
Grades B and C. All of them, with the sunrise, have progressed through the Niceacasian country.
(Rapidly raids bandit grounds)
Sitting in the cockpit of a Class B knight, a man still young to say old man.
Above the upper lip, a cared for short moustache. It is lightning.
What you can follow behind is a recently hired pilot.
He was a tall, skinny old man, entrusting him with his former love ride, the barrel doll Barrel Doll.
(Did you notice this one?)
Rise out of the woods, bandits class C knight.
This is a forest close to the Kingdom border.
Recently, bandits flowing from the kingdom began attacking the merchants.
Trouble is, I had multiple knights with me, even though I was a Class C.
"I'll Leave You Behind"
With that said, Lightning increases his speed and enters the back of the enemy line at once.
"Lightning Sword!"
The enemy will not spare three horsemen or move.
In a series of high-speed thrusts, from the hips of bandit knights, the top splattered in fragments.
(too light)
I'm less responsive than I expected, and the lightning is overrun with extra momentum.
He turns around as he winds up the dirt and turns back to his bureaucratic ride.
(Uhm. Exactly)
The old pilot's manipulative barrel doll, Barrel Doll, had overwhelmed the Bandit Knight.
Skillfully manipulating swords and shields, that battle gesture of not showing gaps and not missing gaps is exhaustive of a word of sophistication.
Another horse, I guess, instantly realized the war situation, was showing his back and rushing out.
(No use)
Once his knees are heavily bent and his cavalry sinks, Lightning kicks the earth away.
The knight, accelerated like an arrow, flesh-pressed behind the bandit knight in a few moments.
Destroying and tumbling one leg with one thrust, he destroyed his opponent from the shoulder.
Then, on the chest of a bandit knight half-baked from the ground, he pushes the tip of the pitch and spike sword.
"Get off."
I told him in an external voice.
Move your eyes only with that posture and watch the barrel doll Barrel Doll.
He had bounced the bandit knight's sword off his wrist and had decided to fight there as well.
(Nevertheless, I didn't know there was a difference so far)
To a certain extent, it is often surprising to switch.
A Class B knight outperformed an imaginary Class C.
(But I cannot imitate Lord Tauro. Something like that Viscount.
When I think of the battle of the old lady Old Lady, I tremble.
From far away, Old Lady continues to unleash rain showers and long-range magic attacks.
A mature Viscount who goes dancing, jerking off all of it, packing the distance.
(Sooner or later, I want to get closer to that area)
This Class B knight is what the mature Viscount was on in that battle. Tauro seized it and gave it to Lightning.
(Even in the sense of responding to generosity, I want to show it on board)
He vowed to further refine his mind.