A few days later, a long chestnut straight woman merchant arrives at Landburn.
Stay in the golem carriage in front of you, knock over the gate.
Keep it straight, we headed to the barracks.
"To the greats, I'm here to sell what's in the elves."
Speak to the gatekeeper and try to close one eye.
One of the gatekeepers entered the barracks once and came right back.
"Please come in"
She's a merchant. Besides, he who deals with other items that are difficult to obtain, such as those in the elves.
Doors often open even where they are not normally allowed in. This time it didn't leak into the example either.
"Thanks."
Proceed to the carriage stay in the gate and unload your luggage.
Then he pushed the trolley with the merchandise on it and went into the barracks.
"Hey, bro, how about this? If I gave it to her, it would be a good time."
Quickly opened, the goods sales meeting inside the elves.
There are few opportunities to buy in rural towns like Landburn.
Many of them gathered in the Great Chamber.
"Not bad."
And now the protagonists are the pilots.
They have money.
An item in an elf that is said to be single-digit different. I had the power to buy the product with the World Tree logo.
"Hey, you, you got a real guy, right? Come propose to me with one hand."
Next to a troubled man, a colleague burns in the cold half.
"They're the average citizen, aren't they? While you're at it, some other guy might take it."
Did the word work, the man put a silvercrafted necklace up in his hand. Sturdy jaw lines, full of determination.
"Sister, don't you have a man of this?
I'm here now, face to face with Rose Knights.
So it's the man who gives it to his lover.
"There is. How about this?
The elf woman doesn't care at all and smiles and shows the item.
"I'll have..."
"Every time"
After a scattered inquisition, buy.
For her, it doesn't matter whether a man sends a loving object to each other.
Speaking of my only dissatisfaction, do I not show any interest in myself?
(If Reaper was in this hand, he'd have been a man merchant, not me.)
Think about that for a moment, but think back soon.
Whatever the offense, it was because there was going to be a problem taking it.
Within the big buzz, the sales meeting ends, placing an inflated bag of gold coins on an empty trolley and leaving the barracks.
(Hmm, that didn't seem like it)
At the sales meeting, Reaper didn't show up. Listening to the rumors of our guests is not a topic that reminds me of Ambrosia.
(Well, there can't even be a harvest on the first day. Let's wander around for a few days (hey)
He got into the carriage singing his nose and made him move toward the inn.
But the next day, I don't get any information.
Doing business with powerful people in town and high-ranking imperial opponents doesn't help at all.
(I just can't seem to see Uncle Borderline, and I don't know what to do)
Think blurry while eating dinner in the dining room on the first floor of the inn.
(The key was Reaper, right? We have to meet in person somehow)
I think so, but I can't find the means.
As he sighed, Inn's father called out worryingly.
"Mr. Elf, wasn't it in your mouth?
Apparently, it has misled me.
She turned up and denied it.
"I'm sorry, I've been thinking. Come on. The food is delicious, it's amazing."
Father relieved by the words.
"But it's imperial-style flavoring. Was Landburn originally like that?
"Whoa? You know what? Originally a kingdom-style firm flavor. I've changed it since I became an empire."
It is only a little bit of a Doya face. Apparently, this father is making it.
I think I feel better, and if I have any concerns, I'll talk to you, etc.
She comes looking at her chest like she peeks in from above, but she doesn't care.
On the contrary, sag the clothes and adjust so that you can see a little inside.
"I miss Reaper. Come on. I'm a fan."
"I see. The Death Sickle of Reaper attracts even Mr. Elf."
Arm up, convincing face father.
She slaps her arm gently as she says, "Oh, no."
"Reaper runs a whorehouse here. Maybe I'll see you there."
"Owning a whorehouse?
It is surprising information.
Her downexamined reapers should have been uninterested, uninteresting men besides the battle.
(What kind of wind blows?
"It's just, you know, it's a one-of-a-kind shop, so I don't know what it's like"
Dad starts twisting his neck with his arms around him.
"Fine, let me tell you"
Keep your face much closer to your father. Of course not.
"It's a store called Shrimpfield. The sale is' Sin and Punishment '. He's been doing it in Wang Du lately, but I'm a little bit."
She hasn't been to Wang Du in over six months. That name is the first I've heard of it.
I nod my father about how things are changing.
"Guests, women whip."
"Huh?"
I don't know what that means.
"You can curse me, kick me in the leg, or burn me with a candle."
I thought it was a stupid race, but I didn't think it was so stupid so far.
With the eyes of an incomprehensible creature, one speaks of doubts.
"Is there a customer coming to such a store?
That's what my dad says with the same look on her face.
"I'm here, a little bit. What the hell is so fun about it?"
And I turn my back and say it in a small voice.
"I think," Sin and Punishment "here is a fig. There's no way these things are popular in the King's Capital. I can't tell you because it's a Reaper's shop."
She nodded for now.
(Which, when I'm off for dinner, I'll go.)
I have nothing to do with staying at the inn anyway. I'm just free.
As long as I give her the money, she'll let me look at her, the woman.
(Maybe I'll see Reaper)
Instead, he pushed his chest against his father's arm and thought so.
The stage runs from Landburn to the East. Pass the kingdom and move to the eastern country.
The heart of the eastern country, the city of Bishops.
The chapel of a monastery was full of amazement.
"Who the hell is he?"
"Three monks, seconds killed?
Nuns sitting sideways on the floor along the walls of a circular room.
In the central space they enclosed was the standing position of one woman and the sleeping position of three men falling on cold floors.
"Done"
A skinny young woman with long dark hair, standing with a quiet smile.
It was Teaching Light Patrol the person, who traveled Jayanne some days ago.
Both palms are wet with cloudy mucus and the mouth is the same.
I started drooling towards my jaw, wiping it with my right arm.
"Brilliant."
Out of the circle, one woman rises.
Back in the late thirties. They look the same in monastic clothes as their surroundings, but they wear a rosary that seems expensive in a different way.
"You're dealing with each other with both hands and mouth at the same time and sending them up to heaven in time to cut a minute"
So I lay my eyes down and exhale.
"I told you to kill seconds, but you didn't even ask for the three of us at the same time, did you?
Slightly reprehensible tone, but instructional light patrol teacher does not respond. He is only smiling calmly.
Seeing that look, the woman shakes her neck small to the left and right. Oh, boy, something like that.
"Fine. As promised, I will give you a letter of recommendation to the Great Church. Wash your hands and come to the Dean's office."
Turn your back and walk out to the exit, Mother Mother.
Instructional light patrol teacher rinses mouth with holy water board washes hands and continues behind.
When they were invisible, private language was vibrantly exchanged out in the chapel.
"What do you mean? What the hell is going on?"
A nun, unaware of the circumstances, grabs both shoulders of a friend sitting next to her and rocks her.
My friend started explaining it as he bounced it off with his hands.
"The famous whorehouse in the kingdom, he showed up with a reference there. He wants to learn our moves."
Humph and a nodding nun.
"But you saw it, right? There's nothing I can teach you. And now he wants me to meet someone from the other game."
"The game ahead?
A friend adds words to her floating question marks.
"It was a divine match in the Holy City."
A nun who makes a soothing expression.
"But that's from the Great Church"
"Yes, Master Tongue."
To her snorting friend, she blushed with anger.
"How dare you let me see Master Tongue!
A nun called the Head of Tongue, who puts herself in the Great Church.
She is not only a man, but also very popular among the women.
The moves that rolled out of his long tongue were said to be superior to men, doing hundreds of war-torn nuns.
"Yes, I don't know who you are. That's why the Dean said this. Make all three monks happy within a minute."
The nun, who understood everything, nodded loudly.
"So the game took place, and Dean had to write a letter of recommendation."
And tighten your eyes and stare at the monks.
The three men were about to get up with a happy look on their face.
"It's not all because you guys are sloppy!
Scream and look around.
"Everybody! Train these guys! Don't ever shame Dean again!
Oops, his voice goes up, and a bunch of risen nuns narrow their circles.
The monks exclaimed with a frightened face.
"He said he's not answering anymore! I can't!"
"You've only served it once."
I say back in a hurry to the voices I can hit from around me.
"You saw that. Sure, it was only once, but the quantity was amazing. Even myself, because it's incredible."
"Fine. If you can't, stick your finger in it, but I'll make sure you can."
With all due respect, blood draws from their faces.
Dry and dangerous to hoist. I fear my heart will burn.
Even if it was only once.
(Nearly twenty people)
Look around the surrounding circle and distort your face to despair.
That's when I hit my back with the other two. The wheel shrinks for sure, and we have no escape.
"God!"
The monks asking for help. Ignoring that voice, the nuns were attacked.
On the other hand, the floor above it. Teaching light patrol teacher sits on the reception set of the abbot's office.
"I got it."
At the heavy desk in the back, the dean places the letter of recommendation in a writing brush.
And until it dries, I guess I'll even say chat. I threw my words at Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"After all, what is your purpose? Dojo-breaking?"
A man who defeats a well-known man and hustles his name. Such people do exist.
But to the Dean, I didn't think she did.
"I want to polish myself. Compete for moves with those above you and enhance yourself. That's what this is all about."
Yeah, and the dean with the cheek wand.
So let your eyes shine a threatening light.
"But, you know, that one in the big church is different. It could break your heart before you compete."
But the words could not change the facial expression of Teaching Light Inspector either.
(I know you. 'Cause he's the one who defeated Master Tauro in the divine match)
Instead of flinching, the fighting spirit springs up.
The dean sighs at the appearance. My threats don't make sense at all. I had to understand that.
"Good luck at best. Though I don't have backup."
Saying, stick out the letter of recommendation you put in the envelope.
Instructional light patrol teacher received it looking important, paying attention to the sealing wax still having heat.
"Thank you"
Again, the Dean takes a big sigh at that look of smiling and bowing his head.
I shrugged to my heart as I watched my back walk out of the room.
(Maybe even tongue length is at stake)
So I shake my head hard. Because I realized it was a disrespectful idea.
Meanwhile, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei's mind is light.
(Ugh)
I go down the stairs to leave the monastery, hiding my mouth with a letter of recommendation.
And I took a pass by the chapel.
(Alas)
The nuns gather in the center of the chapel and groan violently.
At the centre is the three-pillar human pillar.
Your whole body will be on fire, bright red. And the eyes that opened wide, they probably didn't see anything.
From his sloppily opened mouth, his salivating and chopping voice continued to drool.
(Well, then, you're not gonna make it)
It is an empty burning situation. It will definitely burn.
When you only have a painful look on your face for a moment, you cut a cross with your hand toward the human pillar.
And quietly, push the door open and go outside.
(That's it for today. We have to work hard tomorrow!
Make a big stretch and breathe in the night breeze looking good.
He was a teaching light patrol teacher walking out to the inn under a clear starry sky.