At the same time as the Imperial, Elf and Kingdom Merchant Guild Knights are fighting in triplets in the Great Hole south of Awok.
In the office of the Knights Commander at the headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom, two men had a meeting.
"I'm sure they'll be here soon, thank you"
It was the Knights Commander, the Lord of this room, who nodded. He's a grand old man with a stunning Kaisel mustache.
He weighs himself on the back of a chair as he wiggles his proud mustache with his fingers.
Cornell was the one who spoke up.
A face below the crowd, but now it doesn't make you feel it. It must be because of the tough look on your face for work.
"Get in!"
To the sound of a knock, Cornell answers.
Three pilots opened the door and came in.
"Excuse me. With your call."
The leading single old man, who is a summarizer, says with a nervous face.
Followed by a young woman with a ponytail, also a married old man with forty tangles, and a slightly tough face.
Watching the three of them line up beside each other, the Knights Commander takes his seat.
I'm sorry I'm busy.
From the old men, the Knights head half taller. Continue the words as you look down on your feelings.
"You guys have gained experience and lifted your arms. In terms of strength, I'm no longer a newbie"
Stay nervous, two old men and a girl waiting for the next word.
"Let's give him a B-class knight. Well done."
Three people who hold back with their spiritual strength the great joy that springs up in their chests.
Still, a wave of emotion seeped into the voice out of his mouth.
"Pleasure!
A smile on his mouth, a small nod knight captain. Already within the Knights, we stop calling fake B grades B's.
It's all about appearance, and the contents are fake grade C B. You have to make a distinction, there can be unexpected mistakes in the operation.
The Knight Commander turns his face to Cornell.
"Go to the hangar and let him choose"
"Ha."
When he replied, Cornell followed the three of them and left the room.
Continue down the corridor, cross the crossing corridor and reach your destination. There, three horsemen of Class B knights were undergoing maintenance while standing.
The two horsemen are thin grey like an undercoat. The other horse is a green and brown camouflage.
"Whoa? This is no way"
"Isn't that yours?
The two old men, look at the camouflage knight and raise their voices.
Until recently, they served as pilots for the Adventurer Alliance Knight. He was a very familiar knight.
Thick armed Cornell affirms the old man's predictions.
"Two horsemen are new, one horsemen was purchased from the Adventurer Alliance"
The main places in possession of Class B knights in the private sector are the Adventurer Guild and the Merchant Guild.
The number is two adventurer guilds and one merchant guild. Incidentally, the knight of the Blacksmith Guild is a Class C.
(Can't you maintain it at last?)
Cross your gaze, you two old men.
As the streets became safer, adventurer guild jobs were dwindling.
The cost of maintaining an inexpensive knight, I guess I can no longer stand it. In fact, right now, I have enough free hands on one horse.
Not only the Merchant Guild, but our Knights have begun to exorcise the Warcraft.
I think of the cramps of the ancient nest and miss it just a little bit.
Two people who wanted to be Knights and stopped being Adventurer Guilds. But even if it stayed, one of them must have been fired.
The sentiments of the old men were cut off by Cornell's words.
"From these three horsemen, you should choose what you like. In order of strength."
And look at the single old man.
"Let's start with you."
Old man looking up at knight as he moves forward, swallows his spit.
Do you look slightly younger than your colleagues because you are single and have no family hardships?
(The new two horsemen, they're both the same, aren't they? In short, is it new or used?)
Nodding, looking back single old man. Point to the thinnest grey knight at the far end.
"I need that knight, please"
At Cornell's direction, a mechanic will be on his way as soon as possible. I guess I'll be ready to adjust.
The next person nominated was a married old man.
"Then I am this knight"
What I pointed out with my hand was a thin grey knight in the middle.
All that remained was a step back from the Adventurer Alliance. Camouflage pattern with scratches at the exterior.
The ponytail that sees it pushes the old man on the side of his body.
(Hey, you guys, aren't you attached or something? You were on it before, weren't you?
To the ponytail asking in a whisper, the two old men shrugged their shoulders small.
(Because)
(A new thing is a man's romance)
Ponytails tighten their eyes to badly chopped answers.
I opened my mouth but felt Cornell's gaze and stopped on the way.
"That's settled. The next launch will be in Class B. Be used to it till then."
Cornell turns his back, rings his heels and walks away. After losing sight of it, the married old man slaps on the shoulder of the ponytail.
"I was on this one. An honest, good knight, huh? Be cute."
"If I were you..."
Old man who does not hear protests until everyone and climbs the wooden ladder towards the cockpit.
Exhaled one breath and Ponytail gave up. Put your hands on your hips and look up at the camouflage knight for you.
(I finally got a B grade. I can't say luxury)
Plus my friend's braided big, super tits, they didn't call me just one.
Imagining that mood hurts my chest, but I can't help it all.
(First, I need to try the ride)
Speak to the mechanic and start climbing the wooden ladder.
I'm in a tight skirt, but this is the pilot's uniform. To the mechanics who gathered at the roots of the ladder, we have no choice but to sever it from service.
(Sure, you can repaint it)
I can hear you from the bottom, a voice saying it's blue and it's water. Ignore it and move your hands and feet with the knight's coloring in mind.
I just finished climbing and lowered my hips in the cockpit.
(... ugh?
I immediately take my seat and get myself out of the cockpit and scream. They are, of course, old pilots with wives and children.
"You! You smell weird from the headrest! And he's strong enough to stain his eyes."
An old man responding to a call and putting his head out of the cockpit next door.
"Ouch! That's hard to fall off! I've slept many times, and I wonder if it's because of the sweat and tears stained."
You knew it, it's a full smile.
Ponytail solicits more, but the old man pulled one wink into the cockpit.
(The maintenance staff needs to wash thoroughly)
A ponytail that hangs one foot on the edge of the cockpit and wrinkles around the head of the nose in an angry manner.
Directly below, the mechanics were peeking up with binoculars.
Then half a day goes by, and the place moves from the Knights headquarters to the Royal Castle.
Many spires stand out at the royal castle during the day, but now it's night. Only the light leaking from the small window on the top floor only showed the presence of the tower in the night sky.
"He said it was a bunch of golems!
A drooling, magnificent man's voice echoing in that one room.
A prime minister of the kingdom, he rises from his seat as he grabs the top plate of his desk with both hands.
I felt a spit hanging on my cheek, and the soldier in the front glanced slightly at me.
"The southern lands of Awok have fallen to great lengths"
The soldiers who received the report and headed for the investigation returned earlier. The captain visited the Chancellor's office to report.
The content was astonishing.
"I didn't know you could have a huge bowl-shaped hole, over a thousand meters in diameter. I'm glad you're in a place where no one lives."
The chief of the Knights present shares his thoughts as he teases his well-groomed Kaisel beard.
The land is barren with only rocks and debris. It was a dangerous place where warcraft would eat each other.
As he nods, the Chancellor returns his words.
"Until now, I have left it alone with a priceless land. But if there's a golem, it's a different story."
A large number of golems live inside the big hole.
Most are craigolems made of clay. But Stonegolem's appearance was also confirmed.
(I want enough hands out of my throat)
The chief of the blacksmith guild complained of a lack of materials when he touched the fold.
No matter how hard the technicians and craftsmen work, the repair and construction of the knights cannot proceed without materials.
The Knights of the Kingdom, which greatly reduced the number of knights.
Lack of resources was the biggest problem in stopping the rebuilding.
"Start mobilizing the knights. The local area should also be shown to the blacksmith guild. Heavy troop arrangements are -"
"Please wait"
A plentiful man holds down the prime minister, who begins to give instructions early in the arrow in an excited manner.
"I have something to tell you about that, too."
This man is a big merchant with a big shop in Wang Du, the head of the 'Imperial House'.
He is a merchant in the kingdom, but deals mainly with empires, as his name indicates.
"What?"
The Chancellor who is watered and answers irritating questions.
He uses the Imperial House as a source of information to make him look for the insights of the Empire.
The news of the Great Fall of the Awok South was also originally brought from the Imperial House.
"According to what we've all heard, the Empire has noticed."
The Chancellor, with a big face, turns his face to the Knights Commander.
"Can we get the knight out of here immediately? He's a fast legged guy. At any rate, I want to claim precedence."
Now that we have a truce agreement, no force will be used to resolve the rubbish.
The place where the Golem is is is a landless land that belongs nowhere. Whether we can assert the precedence doctrine will be the key at the time of negotiations.
But the plentiful man shook his jaw meat and shook his face left and right.
"This is a valuable piece of information I just got."
With lots of tricks, I make for it. To make the prime minister write a debt in his book of hearts.
"Several knights have already advanced through Landburn. They think we'll be in the big hole by now."
The roaring Chancellor. On his face was a capital letter saying he couldn't give up.
The Big Head keeps his words like he stabs a stop.
"Besides, it's Reaper who's leading it"
After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister squeezes out his voice.
"Death."
I feel like I've been poured cold water on my hot thoughts.
To much water coolness, the Chancellor's expectations contracted loudly, with a crack in the middle.
"Damn."
It also cracks the voice of evil.
If that man enters locally with the knight, a kingdom knight can't kick him out.
Surround and apply pressure, but you won't even care.
"This is tough."
Standing beside you, the face of the Knights Commander is also dark.
If a Class B knight flickers his weapon with the intention of threatening him, it won't be anything.
Conversely, he threatened to wave the Great Sickle Death Size, calling himself protecting himself.
"If you send in more than one A-level knight, you won't be able to intimidate them. Even then, I don't know how effective it is."
The Chancellor lets his hips fall on his seat as he roars like a threatening dog.
"No matter how in truce, we can't pull a great deal of force out of our protection. The Empire can't see any gaps."
The sound of teeth leaking with words reaches the ears of those around them.
"Damn!
The sound of tapping the desk and the voice of the Chancellor.
The kingdom forbade the dispatch of knights to the Great Hole after their affliction.
The morning after dawn.
From Wangdu Central Square, Midtown is located southeast.
luxury collective homes there. By the window of that one room, a young and beautiful woman showed her face.
"Oh."
He noticed something when he opened the curtain. Speak up, including surprises.
At the end of the line of sight is a small plant pot placed at the window. There was only one bud peeking into my face.
I still don't open my bilobes and dress my hips deeply bent. A little on my back, putting dirt on it.
……
Exploded bottomed sister still in her pajamas. She was speechless and staring at the bud.
(I'm out. Ambrosian buds)
A few seeds I thought I might have planted.
But after quite some time there was no change and I gave up more than half of it. That is what has now put its head on the surface.
(Glad it germinated, but that's just a secret)
Materials handed over to Professor Termano. Naturally, it also included seeds.
Some of them are in Elixir material. For the rest, go to a professor who specializes in herbal relations.
And they say fertility is currently being attempted under strict control.
(And you have no choice, do you? I planted this when I was experimenting alone)
The voice of my heart trembles a little.
Backwardness for not handing everything over. But that's not all.
(How would you react if you knew you still had seeds and planted them on your own?)
Thermano in potionography, who teaches himself. I think of a professor who specializes in herbal relations.
A stately, silent, magnificent man. The palm, forged at field work, is thick enough to lengthen the fist of the exploding bottom sister.
Plant-friendly but known for being extremely demanding to students.
(I can't tell that professor)
Shake your sleeping head, Exploding Dressed Bottom Sister.
You'll definitely be furious. If he had a planting pot in his hand, he even threatened to crush it with a grip.
(Wow)
Quickly shivering spine at that easily imaginable appearance.
(But that's natural, too)
Now I think I just buried it in the soil and hung it with water.
Legendary fruit Ambrosia. As for how to handle the seed, it was too appropriate to say so myself.
(This is a reward, a reward for me)
Tell yourself that and calm your mind.
(Nobody leaks about Ambrosian buds)
At this time, the exploding bottom sister decided on her heart. Then close your face to the plant pot at the window and sigh loudly.
(I'd love to see that, Ambrosian flower)
After that, he put his chin on his combined hands and watched the buds gently.
Further, the stage moves west of Midtown, across Boulevard and north of downtown.
A partially three-story building with a garden on the roof.
Three spiritual beasts were gathered by the waters of the pond in its garden.
"Gothisouninal"
That's what he told me and stretched his neck: a tortoise about twenty centimeters long. There are woods and ruins on top of the armor.
Turning the dongle placed in front of him, he chews it up with his tough jaw as it is. And drank directly up.
"Umai"
I guess it's not flattery, a tortoise that narrows your eyes.
Dangobee, who brought the dongle, looks delightfully at its appearance.
"Kono Mori no Nu Ha, Dremo flavoured gayoi. Administrator Galian Inodana '
Face to face, snorted imobes and dandruff.
And Imoske and Dangoloh, the families of Tauro, and Zarathan, the inhabitants, were completely friends.
"Garden Forest is better than Spirit Forest"
They are willing in this respect.
Zaratan, a powerful spiritual beast of water attributes, who broke and broke into the junction. Alert against it was already gone.
By the way, right now, Imoske doesn't have an eyelid, and Dangolow doesn't wear a chestnut iga. Of the spiritual beasts, for it is time for tea.
Don't you want to?
To Imoske's inquiry, Zalatan clouded his expression.
(inviteclernoha happy shiinodaga)
I can't get through one right now.
There was no dissatisfaction with the people who are the owners of the garden forest. I am entrusted with the management of all ponds.
(trust)
Besides, I want to make the most of it.
If so, it is more convenient to be a family member. Because even without an imosque relay, we'll be able to have a conversation.
But Zaratan thinks.
(Spicy Immonoda, Tarrernoja)
The Lord of man dies before Zarathan, the long-lived.
A sorcerer of the people I used to put on my back. It reminds me of its existence.
Imoske changes the subject after seeing how he seems to be unable to answer.
About treating nuts and deciduous leaves, falling into ponds. Now that it's autumn, the amount is rapidly increasing.
"... Shrimp Ka Crab Demo Hoop Buka"
Dangolow responds to the words, asking for a big, cool one, etc.
Zaratan looking at the two with eyes like he sees his grandchildren. I started thinking about what to transfer.