Awok is a regional city located in the southwest of the Kingdom. Straight west from Wang Du, two days away by regular carriage.
The number of whorehouses is surprisingly low, although it is larger among the regional cities. The reason is probably because of the concentration of popularity in a single whorehouse.
"You must have been surprised, too, huh?
The name of the store is Elsaille. In the modem behind the chick, there was one woman, speaking toward her right arm.
It was the black snake that gave out the tyrology and tongue. He's wrapped between his elbow and wrist, bringing a sickle to her.
"I didn't know there was a battle between knights in the southern hole."
A woman with a beauty as complete as a mannequin exhales small by saying so.
She's Elda. At the top of the Elsaille Hill, he has reigned for many years.
It's not my real name, by the way.
An old face, hidden under thick makeup. Only Tauro named it to his heart because it reminded him of Elder Ricci.
"I'm surprised this happened, too."
Looks like he's having a conversation with a snake, but only Elda's voice sounds indoors.
This black snake, about fifty centimeters long, is her spiritual beast. For this reason, the serpent had conveyed his will in the form of a reading.
"The great outbreak of the Golem, caused by a magic eruption. I thought that was all."
Elda felt an earthquake-like vibration before, south of Awok.
He was suspicious, and he sent his own spiritual beast to explore his condition.
"So you must be the Elf Knight who fought the Imperial Knight?
A crow snake that bows its head once, opens its mouth and shows its fangs.
I get the answer, and the corner of my mouth hangs with laughter.
(Elf knight left inside? Besides, show up in front of people? I don't know.
Elda is about to get a crack in her makeup and hastily reduces her expression.
But to the information that goes on, I frown.
"Huh? Shot from a rocky mountain, and an elf knight escaped?
If you ask me in detail, one or two horsemen are being defeated by attack magic.
From Elda, who knows the strength of an elf knight, it was an impossible story.
"Yes, you don't know any more"
Sounds sorry, a crow snake shaking its head from left to right. He didn't see the rocky mountain better because he was lurking in the hole.
Imagine the situation and turn your thoughts around.
(Probably an elf, too. I wonder if they even broke up.)
If so, it is still convenient.
I don't want to die, I've survived that thought alone. But right now, a turning point may be about to come.
You're starting to get funny.
More suspended mouth.
Exactly. Now I can't stand it, diagonal cracks entering both sides. The powder of makeup falls apart and goes down.
shrug shoulders and remove the seemingly expensive compact from the bag.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
As he was carefully puffed, the crow snake followed Elda's back. Notice that, nodding gently.
"You have a customer? Thanks."
A black snake fifty centimetres long, diving under a shrugged sofa.
Shortly afterwards, the door to the modem was knocked.
"You can come in."
This room is reserved for her and no other woman will visit her for a break.
The only person coming is the staff of the store or her servants.
"I wanted to tell you something."
It was a magnificent man in private clothing with slightly nagging eyes on his horny jaw who showed up.
He is deputy captain of the Awok Guard, but the light in his eyes showed that he was under Elda's influence.
"Soon, we'll be in this store investigating the guards."
(What?)
With a look of surprise and worry, Elda nods ahead.
"An act similar to brainwashing. There have been accusations of no roots, no leaves, that it is being done."
It's a stupid story, deputy guard captain shaking his head left and right in a frightened manner. I don't even think as much as dew, such as I'm brainwashed.
A thin crack ran vertically between Elda's eyebrows looking at him.
(I don't know why, I don't know)
Her brainwashing is strong.
Combined with magic and skilled moves, it is at a level that cannot be beaten unless it is high level state abnormal recovery magic.
(D-rank magic or potion used? Such valuables, who the hell)
Top of the market, only rarely in Awok. It shouldn't be easy to use.
For that reason, she was avoiding bourgeoisies and powerful people. The brainwashing layer is small rich enough to play in a whorehouse.
(I can't help it. Let's think about the cause later. We have to leave this city first)
If you feel dangerous, stray or hopeful observations are deadly. Fully aware of it, she made an immediate decision.
But following up with your servant is essential.
"You can count on me."
Turn your arms around your neck and kiss your cheeks thankfully. Then gently stroke your groin from the top of your clothes.
I smile and push my servant out of the room with a sloppy loose face. And looking back, he smiled and tongued sharply.
(Even though it's getting interesting)
I'm breaking up about disappearing.
A network of servants built up. I'm willing to spare that, but I can't replace my safety.
On the contrary, I decided it would be a good opportunity.
(I'll be fine when I get to this city. Maybe at tide time)
She has a long life span. If you live in the same place too long, you make people suspicious.
Sooner or later, we had to move to a future not far away.
(Where should we go next?)
No more kingdoms.
In the eastern country, there is the 'Virgin', who can also be considered her natural enemy.
At all costs, the Virgin exercises super-high state abnormal recovery. Where such a presence exists, her brainwashing will be exposed sooner or later.
(Then the Empire?
He escaped once and came here.
But then, quite a bit of time goes by. A long time ago, most of it would be cold.
(Because of this, let's make it near the Spirit Forest)
What came to my mind was a regional city north of Imperial Capital. Closer to the Spirit Forest.
If you have movement on the elf side, you may want to explore the situation nearby.
(Landburn isn't bad either, though it's a little too close)
Why the Elves came to the Great Hole. I don't know that, so I'd like to do some more research.
I have that feeling, but this distance is just dangerous. Rumors in Awok will arrive soon.
By the way, I avoided the Imperial Capital because the elves are opening a whorehouse. There is undoubtedly a presence, first and foremost, in the capital of the major countries.
"Come on."
Take a seat and get the back basket back in your hand.
In anticipation of the reward, a crow snake crawled out from under the couch.
"You're hungry, aren't you? I'll give it to you now."
One snake dropped it on the retrieval floor. Is it something like twenty centimeters long?
Seeing a black snake, he moves to escape. But the crow snake jumps sharply and in an instant it eats at the neck.
When I stopped my breath as it was, I slowly swallowed it from my head and went.
"It looks delicious."
Elda narrows her eyes and stares with a smile. Her spiritual beast is snake food.
Then, leaving early, she returned to her luxury home and began preparing to move.
A few days later, the guards stepped into Jerusalem.
Front entrance, employee entrance and exit, everything is in place.
"Please don't move!
Jump into the playroom and yell at the men and women working together.
A man or woman stripped to tear down a raw tree is instructed to gather in the lobby.
Thus they were all gathered together, but there was no figure of Elda among them.
"Where's the house!
Captain of the guard who stops at the concierge and runs his men immediately. But he had already been pulled away and left to go.
"Have you escaped?"
Elsaille's number one most suspicious. I can't get that woman, and the look on the captain's face is bitter.
In the meantime, everyone on the spot, from store employees to customers, could look into it.
What turned out to be a terrible fact.
"What is this!
Nor can it be compelled for the captain of the guard to scream. Many of the guests were in abnormal condition.
Moreover, the power was strong, and a D-rank state abnormality recovery means was needed to undo it.
"Lesser salamander class?
With a flashing look, the captain of the guard staring into the hollow. What comes to mind is the matter of the kingdom's best adventurer and the high "robustness".
They defeated Lesser Salamander at the mine last year and triumphed over the King's Capital. But after that, he suffered from burns that continued to worsen.
'Cause it's a curse called' serious burns'. It must have been hung from Lesser Salamander. '
That's the report of the Royal School of Magic that went into the investigation.
De-cursion requires state anomaly recovery magic above D-rank. At that time men were wary of the intensity of the curse.
"We must help the heroes."
To that call, the leading magicians of the country wielded power, and the Merchant Alliance gathered potions.
As a result, they managed to save everyone's life.
(comparable in strength to that this time, and significantly outnumbered)
The guard captain can't stop his body trembling.
"It's a national crisis! Get in touch with Wang Du as soon as possible!
He immediately ran into a massive, unparalleled brainwashing incident.
When an expedition exiting Awok was running a golem horse eating up his teeth.
In the Knight Hangar near the Wang capital East Gate, two men lined up to look up at the old lady, the Old Lady.
"Is there a good way to do this?"
A young man with a thin line frowns at my inquiry.
"Old lady, is this an enhancement to the Old Lady?"
A herbivorous mechanic gives a reluctant look with his arms together. I couldn't come up with an idea myself, so I gave up and talked to a professional.
Of course, the root magic "acacic magic" lent from the stone statue, I'm not going to reveal it.
"It's a countermeasure to the Elf Knight, isn't it?"
The voice of a herbivore mechanic similar to a sigh.
"It's hard. Tauro's strengths, I think, are the only way to stretch them."
Stretch my strengths.
That means shooting in attack magic from a farther distance, with greater power, and fleeing faster than an elf knight.
"It's not so much the knight, it's the part that depends on the pilot, right?"
What this requires is great magic and the power of magic manipulation that can handle it. Certainly not on the knight's side, but on the pilot's side.
"There is also a way to increase efficiency with auxiliary magic formations. But Mr. Tauro doesn't seem very comfortable."
Melee against the Heavy Stone Golem in the mountains, I guess I remembered that. The herbivore shrugs his neck.
An auxiliary magic formation that has become an obstacle to overflowing magic. That's when I was dying of a lack of power.
(I have magic, but I don't have a knight. I can't tell you that.)
Fortunately, the herbivore mechanic has convinced me that I am a human being with the same amount of magic as an elf.
"Actually, it's more amazing."
If you say that, it'll be horrible.
I remember when you suspected me of being an elf and my spine got cold.
"Can you give me a moment, I'll think about it?"
A herbivore mechanic who looks at me and tells me to comfort myself. We decided to take a dose on the spot.
(But it's big when you look indoors)
Sitting in a repeated wooden box, he looks up at the old lady Old Lady as she rinses her mug of coffee.
Approximately seventeen meters tall, the appearance of the Western-style armor itself.
Now the thoracic thorax is open above, with a slight view of the cockpit in the lung position.
As a Class B knight, slightly small and skinny. Lady, it's called Lady, but it's an overwhelming presence in the hangar.
"Thank you, Tauro, for coming to the wedding during this time, by the way"
He is called out and shifts his eyes from the old lady "Old Lady" to a herbivore mechanic.
"It really helped. Without Mr. Tauro, we would have lost."
I called you to your sister's reception because of the balance of power between your relatives. The pilot's title seemed to be at the top of the list of invitees.
"No, I'm honored to be of service to you"
To give it back to me, the herbivore overlapped words with a troubled face.
"Actually, my sister asked me to. I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Mr. Tauro."
"I refuse!
Give me an instant answer, bitter grass-fed mechanic. Seems to know and heard.
"They were chasing us at the venue."
I guess I was inspired by my friend's marriage. I started as a butcher's daughter and continued to be approached by the daughters of 800 stores and liquor stores.
The only reason is because I am the Pilot.
This story ended here, and the herbivore brought up another topic.
"Has Mr. Tauro ever wanted to work in a whorehouse? If you're a doctor slime arm, you can pull it on a part-time job."
If you wonder why such a story suddenly came up, he said it was the profession his father admired.
Indeed, the status of women working in this world, in whorehouses, is high. Even intermediate whorehouses are comparable to actresses, idols and announcers.
Since there are also women's whorehouses, the same would apply to men.
"You can't pick someone when it's your job, can you? You should pay the woman you like to play with."
Honestly, I'm not in trouble with the money. Plus, social status is plentiful.
You don't have to go out of your way to sit on a chick stand and aim up, etc.
That's true, the herbivore mechanic asks more questions as he nods.
"So how's the lawyer?
"Tutor?
When you ask a word you can't hear, you start explaining it with a good face.
Apparently, this, too, is the profession that my father wanted to be. I guess I had a lot of opportunities to have conversations with my father at an event called my sister's marriage.
"At the whorehouse, they're going to coach working women. They're going to plant moves and develop rookies."
"Ho."
"If you're top notch, they'll travel and walk around the world. I guess they invite you from whorehouses everywhere."
Sounds like a lot of fun.
"The job of flavoring your own style and giving it to many people to taste. My father said he was going to die of manhood."
Be unintentionally silent. I never even imagined I would have such a position.
"... that's nice"
"Isn't it lovely"
We snorted.
The other world because of it, the once-in-a-lifetime. You can also make contact with women while traveling.
Besides, I'll have my health limits soon. At that time, it's time to move from the consumer side to the supply side.
Current experience and technology will surely help.
(There are imosques and garden woods, so I can't do it for the moment.)
The long-lived tortoise also came. Maybe we should talk about it sometime.
(Next time, let's analyze the teacher's "headstand," that one)
Enjoy and learn. Whorehouses vary widely from entertainment to places of learning and training, depending on the attitude of those who attend.
It was me who even remembered admiration for its depth.