Standing on the east side of Wangdu Central Square, Merchant Guild Headquarters.
The guild chief's office was visited by a thin-eyed skinny man.
"Tauro, are you still sniffing around?"
A small goblin-like old man sitting in a chair turns the report.
"Well, yeah, I'll take care of that over here"
Standing before him, the guild leader, is the chief of the 'Assassin's Guild'.
He had been asked to completely eliminate any dangerous presence that approached Tauro's neighborhood.
But this time, I was a little lost in judgment, so I came to talk to you before I put my hands on it.
"Bye."
Chief of the Assassin Guild, who exits the room in a courtesy. And he saw his back, and the vice guild chief, who was in the same room, had a white beard that he was proud of.
"In the Virgin, it will be an international problem with the East."
"Well, thank you, but the Virgins don't seem to have the same purpose. I don't think it's going to be rough."
A Santa Claus deputy guild leader who shows a bit of thinking.
"So, because they leave you alone?
The guild leader shook his neck left and right in a chair too big for himself.
"I'll put a report in her. You can do something about it later."
When I heard his name, the deputy guild manager nodded.
The person is one of Tauro's surroundings. I don't have a direct up and down relationship with the Merchant Guild, but if you listen to me, you'll move independently.
Its strength, including judgment, is trustworthy.
"I might have to let you do it this way."
"I don't know what else to do."
Without much crisis, the two exchanged words.
A five-story inn built north of Wangdu Pleasure Street.
One woman in that room was eager to read the letter. The appearance is as if a live college girl had received a good reply from a company.
"I caught it."
Live college girl who reads and looks up. On its face, the joy of response floats.
Sweet masked man in the same room. Smelly young man and princess cut high school girl. Those two looked horrible, too.
"I've said no about twice, but if I persevered in praising the other hobby, my attitude changed."
Show the letter to both of you, spread out.
There was a line of masterpiece letters there, supposedly from Doctor Slime.
"Look, read it. Seems pretty thrilled."
I give a letter to Chest Hair Pheromone, laughing as I dull.
The young man took it and ran his eyes.
"Many times, 'I am greatly impressed by your passion for gastronomy. If you'll excuse me, I'll be happy to talk to you." Hey. "
After speaking to his voice, he shrugged his shoulders and raised his heavens with a loose expression.
"God, forgive this sinful woman who deceives men"
The live college girl pulled her chest-haired pheromone ears out of her mind.
The High School Virgin looks at both of them with a smiling look on her face. Now I feel like these two are my real brothers and sisters.
"… confirm the operation again"
Feeling that gaze, chest hair pheromones cough up and correct their residence.
Live college girls also agreed, blushing slightly.
"Right. Well, I'll explain."
Put the letter aside and spread the map of the King's Capital on the table.
"The time is the evening after tomorrow, the place is a restaurant in the pleasure district. Doctor Slime is supposed to be here. I'll deal with the Virgin."
Beat a point of the map with a ton of fingers.
Look there with a serious look, high school girl Virgin.
I'll take care of it.
Face up from the map and answer with a pulled knot mouth.
Live college girls keep a close eye on each other and then transfer to chest hair pheromones.
"We're this way. Intercept 'The Dying Regiment' here. Same pleasure district restaurant, but should be fine because we're away"
Copy that.
Chest hair pheromones are bashed and winked with long lashes.
"Both have suppressed private rooms. Let the owner hold the money, so you can do it a little flashy."
And as I looked at the two of them, I went on with the words.
"I'm going to go and pay the store for the arrangements because I'm still only booking. Want to come with me?
Chest hair Pheromone has blue cheeks in her hands.
"Right, the battlefield needs to be checked in advance"
"Me too, please"
The High School Virgin also continues.
"Well, let's all double-check the location."
One line of the Virgin of the Eastern Country refrained from fighting Doctor Slime and went into the final packing.
Two days later, a Chinese-like restaurant on the outskirts of Joyful Street West.
I was stepping in there.
(Mr. Cornell, did you even get any good information in there? Extraordinary)
When I was eating lunch at a familiar stall, the clerk told me. In the evening at this store, I was going to do the Adult Gourmet Club.
I work for the Knights, and I'm basically busy Cornell. It's never happened before that I asked the store to give me a message. But this time it was quite sudden.
Guided by the clerk, to the private room in the back.
This store also runs a no-hand restaurant. For this reason, there was a private room to taste the meal and the woman together.
"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Cornell"
Find the shadow and come closer as you speak.
(That?)
But there was a young woman. Not the only member of The Adult Gourmet Club, Cornell.
"Don't worry, I just got here too"
It was Mr. Cool making tea with a quiet look on his face.
I put my arms together and tilt my neck wide. Look at that, she goes on with the words.
"It's temporary, because I heard 'Adult Gourmet Club' is going to open"
But the question mark remains on my head. She is a Phantom of The Dying Dying Regiment, but she is not a part of The Adult Gourmet Club.
Mr. Cool did not show himself willingly, but continued his words with a lower voice.
"Chief, this is a trap. It wasn't a skewered whirlwind that called in."
It's me with a crease between my eyebrows, but I don't doubt it.
One of Mr. Cool's roles is to gather information on the Hanayagi world. When I was an Imperial Agent, I was helped by a warning from her.
(Should I leave this place immediately)
I think so, but the one I doubt is Mr. Cool in front of me. Stay calm and don't show your bare hands standing out of the chair.
Speaking of things like this all the time, yes.
While lost, two men and women showed up from the back.
"Welcome," Adult Gourmet Club, "no," The Dying Regiment, "everyone.
What I told him with a smile was a thick eyebrow good man with strong crumbs.
The shaving marks on his beard are blue. From the chest of the forged body, dark chest hair is on his face.
It's a French movie, the kind with the lead role. The blue sea and the white yacht will look good on you.
(I smell like a man. 'I'm pregnant just because I had eyes' is the type they say)
Running yachts in the Aegean, a playboy full of pheromones.
I don't have any shards.
(I wanted to be told too. I get pregnant just because I had eyes)
Chest haired pheromones shrug their shoulders at me looking at them with such slightly envious eyes.
"There's no upset, let's just say"
There, the young woman next door takes over the words. I'm in the middle of a job with my forehead diagonal.
"But would you mind if I asked you this? Your boss, Doctor Slime, is in our hands."
At that moment, a huge question mark falls between me and Mr. Cool. Face and face to match instantly.
Live college girls looked at us and laughed contentedly.
"That good Gatai guy is in the middle of cleansing by now. But don't worry, I won't take your life. With the help of God, we will purify our hearts and become true human beings."
Live college girls keep laughing. Nianya laughs next door, chest-haired pheromones that are going to shoot through your wife's heart.
A cold sweat seeps into my heart when I look at them alternately.
(No good, Mr. Cornell got caught)
You mistook Cornell for boss, not me. And I don't find that surprising.
Yeah, I can see that. He's a Kingdom-Knights pilot driving an A-class knight. He also congratulates the Knights Commander on his memory and has been in a position about under the Deputy Knights Commander lately.
It would also be natural to look better than me, the leader of a single knight.
(I need to go help you soon)
Whisper in Mr. Cool's ear, but the reaction is dull.
(It's okay, skewered whirlwind is a capable weather man)
Drink tea all the time.
(It is better for him to have a little purification and get closer to the real person)
Mr. Cool was once taken by Cornell. My pilots' school sync, noble boy.
Because of that, the hit against Cornell is tough.
Two men and two women step forward to me wandering around alone.
"I won't let you go and help me, let me crush you here"
Chest Hair Pheromone takes off his shirt with that mouth and hooks it on one shoulder. Looks like a man of the sea.
And from the thick forest of the breasts and the nest of the birds beneath them came the smell of a strong beast.
"Your opponent, me"
A live college girl gets stuck in front of me with a crease on her nose head.
Weirdly unflashy outfits rocked my mind slightly.
(Not bad, not quite bad. But now is not the time to think about it)
I don't have time to play sexual harassment interviews with live college girls.
(Stay safe, Cornell.)
In a hurry, I didn't hang the limiter and intercepted it with all my might.
Twenty minutes later, me and Mr. Cool run east on Pleasure Street.
Jaanne is on her way. I thought the concierge over there knew something about the face of the city.
No, Mr. Cool is not running. A little earlier than usual.
He really doesn't care about Cornell.
But it wasn't a big deal.
I'm in a jogging state to keep pace.
What I said was about the assassin earlier. I don't know who it is, but I wasn't as strong as the confidence they showed me.
steeples in steeples, identified using demonic eyes. Once the star Astral Sword was slapped into it, it was settled.
(... that?
This is what I felt then.
Golf tee shots, how can I say that? The impact was well handled but the ball was oddly light.
I still feel like I've got a hell of a flight distance.
(Consciousness is flying away with us)
I don't know how far I flew because I hit it with all my strength. Due to excessive force, strange rotation took place, and it is possible that it bent in an unexpected direction.
It's also unclear if he can come back, but his opponent is an assassin. There will be no need to take into account.
"That chest-haired guy, didn't he say anything? I don't know if I'm the ranked one."
Literally to Mr. Cool, a chest hair pheromone twisted over his belly. What bothered me was the line I whined about before I lost consciousness.
"It must be about world ranking. He did say a hundred and thirty-four places."
"Is that awesome?
Mr. Cool has a troubled look.
"What do you think? You will be invited to qualify for the A-level tournament from fifteenth place."
We participated in a divine match in the Holy City. That should definitely be A-grade, too.
All of a sudden we were in this fight, what the hell was that?
(The chief is not strong enough)
You're in charge of me in the Merchant Guild, strong old man.
He's in the game too, but he's lost the first game in no good place. To see how that goes, I'm not the kind of strong guy whose name comes up in a whorehouse.
Mr. Cool taught me to question it.
"That's a divine match for 'God of Commerce'. We all competed in the Merchant Alliance frame. If you want to go to another A-level tournament, you have to raise your points in a local tournament in the tunnel."
I'm convinced that's what they say. They let me out with a lot of special treatments.
With that in mind, I walked in from the front.
"Hey, Mr. Tauro, is it a date? Hey, it's hot."
A slightly buzzy muscular pilot who imitates what he says with his hands. It is Cornell.
"Are you safe! Mr. Cornell!"
A surprised look at me shouting unexpectedly.
"Safe? No, so it's an extraordinary 'Adult Gourmet Club', right? I gave up because I was late. I was on a date."
So, a sketchy macho with a beard and a laugh.
"You're going to play the game, right? Sounds promising. For the sake of postgraduate school, would you mind giving me a tour?
Between Mr. Cool's eyebrows, the vertical wrinkle drops thinly. This is a red flag.
I change the subject in a hurry.
"Did someone call you or something like that?"
"What? I'm straight from Knights headquarters. Nothing."
I guess I can't see the story, Cornell is just confused.
The same goes for us.
The mysterious raid that struck us thus closed the curtain without meaning.
Two unconscious people, left in a private room in a restaurant. I asked the Merchant Guild for a message, so later the Guild Manager will do something about it.
He's a very dependable boss about this.
"I wonder what it was, huh?
We look up into the sky without meaning.
Even with the lights of the amusement park, I could see some stars.
But there was another battle going on at a restaurant east of Pleasure Street.
The battle in Wangdu Pleasure Street is approximated. The stage moves from Wangdu to West and Awok.
The best whorehouse in this city, El Saille.
At the top step of the chick was a beautiful woman sitting, the number one of the Elsailles.
(You've seen more people in the Empire lately)
She thinks about it and slightly clouds her expression.
She takes care to maintain her facial expressions so that she doesn't get cracks in her makeup.
It looks beautiful, but that's the result of extremely thick makeup. All uneven styles are also due to corsets and pads.
Once, Tauro saw her naked with makeup removed. In the name of Elder Rich, it is a fearful thing.
(My neighbor Landburn has become imperial territory, so I guess I don't have a choice)
The western mountains were the border, but not now. It's two days away even with a slow leg regular golem carriage.
Then the merchant stops by.
It was a long time ago. I don't remember anybody.
Elda was in the Empire before.
They used brainwashing in the same way as they did in whorehouses in local cities, and they reigned.
But he was exposed to trivial things, and he ran away with his life.
"Sister, you see the customer"
There, one woman approaches. He is one of the chick members.
If you look up at the lobby, how can you look like a disappointing middle-aged man in the wind, such as an adventurer?
Recently caught, he is a new servant from the kingdom.
"Okay, thanks"
To receive the tribute, he was Elda, smiling and taking a seat.