Regional city in the northernmost part of the Empire. This is the capital of the mature Viscount Territory.
Her role is to protect the border from the Elves by turning a blind eye to the Spirit Forest bordering on the north.
That's why I was busy walking around today, waving my ass in my mini tight skirt.
"Is there a problem transporting the materials?
Speaking to his men, he crossed the office in the Lords' Hall.
If anything, I intend to make a decision on the spot.
"It's okay. Six large golem carriages, accommodated by His Excellency. Because that works pretty well."
Mature Viscount laughing satisfactorily at the edge of her mouth. Don't forget to sit back on the front desk and put your feet together for the reward.
"Women are polished only when they are seen"
That's her belief.
gaze crawling around the inner thigh. As I nod in the back of my stomach, I turn my thoughts to other projects to deal with.
"My lord, the inquisition has informed us."
At that time, the door facing the hallway was opened and the deputy showed up.
The skinny man with the old face continues his words as he is nodded to by his boss.
"An Elf emissary wants to see you. Apparently, the other day, about garbage."
A couple of people living in this town. The two had taken a large golem carriage and were visiting inside the elves on Monday.
The purpose is to collect waste.
The couple returned to Imperial Territory after filling their luggage with them. When he threw it into a nearby valley, he set fire to it in order to reduce its volume.
"Looks like you're in a lot of trouble. It's like constipation to them. It builds up every day, and if you let it go, it could burst somewhere."
Even if it's unproductive, the mature Viscount laughs a lot. The deputy suggested one cough.
"I can't fit in, let me go out. Your Eminence will be the last to see you."
"Okay, I'll take care of it."
A mature Viscount with a flickering hand.
This lord will meet the messenger who came to complain from the beginning. I didn't mean to make such a cheap sale.
Then about an hour later, the deputy goes inside the tent of the inquisition.
Sitting in a chair was one elf man with a rugged face. I guess they waited a lot, the coffee I hadn't got my hands on, seemed completely cold out.
"What does this mean!
When he sees the deputy, he takes his seat, and the elf speaks sharply.
"It's an unprecedented outrage, including setting up something of your own to be a checkpoint and banning traffic!
A deputy sitting in a chair, frowning at sudden strong words. Open your mouth quietly as you look up at the angry elf.
"It was obviously in our territory that we set up the checkpoint. I'll look into it, but I'm not forbidden to come in or out."
When I receive the coffee the soldiers brought me, I sip one mouth. Did it get too hot, I continued the words as I bent a little bit of my eyebrow.
"It's an elf tribe, and no one should have been stopped. Is there a problem?
"There will be!
Elves that fist hard at the table.
"Those who had dealings with us. Didn't you say you captured them and received the golem carriage!
The deputy scrubs his jaw deliberately and pretends to think. And when I opened my mouth gently as I remembered, I nodded and replied.
"I didn't take that one in, I hired it in. We pay no less than the market."
The purpose of the Elf's messenger is the resumption of waste collection. Naturally, I'm not satisfied with that answer.
"Golem carriage owners, trying to make their way to the Spirit Forest. Aren't you threatening them?
If those who have gone before are in vain, let them be brought to the new ones. That's what I thought I looked for, but not one of them shook his head vertically.
If you ask me why, it's because I can't allow traffic.
"There seems to be a misunderstanding there, too."
Yup, an undersecretary emptying a coffee cup.
"I didn't ban traffic. He said he wouldn't admit it, taking the waste back from the Spirit Forest."
"Isn't it the same! Why are you suddenly acting so unreasonably? We also have a good face in the upper echelons of your country."
But the deputy doesn't move one cheek muscle. I just shrugged my shoulder once.
"You don't think it makes sense. What if your garbage was destroyed at your place?
Returning in a quiet tone, the elf opened his eyes and mouth wide with surprise.
Unbelievable, the whole face expresses the thought.
"It's a forest of spirits, isn't it? Are you telling me to bury or burn waste in that treasured land of the world!
An empty coffee cup in one hand, a silent lieutenant.
The elf, irritated by the lack of a response even after a short wait, slammed the table again and raised his voice.
"What a low consciousness! You only think about yourself! Good, I'm sure I'll tell you about this."
Be prepared. Leaving the discarded dialogue, the elf's envoy kicked his seat and left the tent.
Shake your head to the left and right, and the deputy takes a big sigh. Then from behind, the mature Viscount appeared.
They were listening behind the tent.
"I come to the enemy land alone, I yell and go home. Maybe you can admit it."
To my boss's words, old skinny puts a negative gaze on me.
"Dull, or possibly licking. I think it's more expensive."
I guess, and a mature Viscount laughing at Kerakera. Returning his expression, he stared at the hollow as he thought.
"If you can't take this one, where are you taking it? Because the kingdom doesn't border, is it the northern countries?
If you can't bury it and burn it, you have to take it outside.
"The mountain crossing is too harsh. It can only be carried or piled on the back of a horse."
Of course, it's a horse for those who aren't golems. I add that, shaking my head negatively.
While agreeing, the mature Viscount gives instructions.
"Let me know. Elves want to throw away the trash, so be careful."
"Okay. I will now arrange to enter the ear of the king of the Niceacasian kingdom."
Suddenly the mature Viscount nodded holding her lower abdomen and glutes.
An old face lucky looking deputy with a surprise seat. Control it with your hands and squeeze out your voice.
"... it's the aftermath of defeat rape. When I hear the name of that country, it reminds me."
Rough breath, female boss sprinkling pheromones. The deputy lays down his face so that he is not exposed to the poison.
It took a few minutes for her to calm down.
And the stage is far south of the city to the north.
I wonder if it's something like southeast to be exact, or move to the big hole southeast of Landburn.
"Big Hole"
It appeared in the middle of the wilderness, a huge, rink-bowled indentation. There would be about a thousand meters in diameter and five hundred meters in depth.
Wow from the slope of the hole to the bottom, countless golems. It was expected to be a valuable mineral resource at the same time as it was a dangerous large Nest of Warcraft.
"Report the results of the watch."
Flat in front of the big hole. There was an A-level knight with an external voice that raised a loud noise.
Black armor that reflects sunlight blindly. The large rose depicted on it indicates that it is the love rider of Uncle Rosehip.
(Hmm, no abnormality?)
Grey-haired short-haired big man looking around and nodding in the cockpit.
What Uncle Rosehip confirmed with the knight's eyes was the appearance of a Class C knight standing on a rocky mountain.
A small high rock mountain dotted around a large hole. Three of them were allowed to climb level C and check their surroundings.
That trick, which made a large circle with both arms, showed that there was no enemy shadow.
"Align!"
The knights line up side-by-side in that hanging voice.
On this occasion, the Rose Knights' B class six horsemen, and the Border Knights' C class three horsemen.
By the way, a C-class trio of another behavior hitting alert in Rock Mountain. They are also affiliated with the Knights of the Borders.
"We will now begin mining operations. The two horsemen of the Rose Knights descend with me.
A Grade B squadron at the end of the row makes a gushing noise and takes a step forward.
"The Three Horsemen are on alert here. A ride from the bottom of the hole to here is a transport escort. '
Then step out the four horsemen b-class. A knight of design with roses scattered all over the black ground, all of which stepped forward.
After a glance at that, Uncle Rosehip turns his face to the Class C knight.
Several luggage cars for transport, placed behind rows. Once I sent my gaze to it, I softened my tone slightly.
"Gentlemen of the Knights of the Borders. I want you guys to carry the golem from the bottom of the hole to here."
Class C faces each other only once. And one step, I took forward.
I guess I imitated the Rose Knights.
'Great. Now let's start mining!
Knights moving like they were bounced. Two horsemen, B, follow in grade A, where they turn their backs on everyone and walk out into the big hole.
A huge spiral ramp, leading along the walls of the great hole. I started coming down there in one piece.
"Drop the craigolem downhill, don't leave it on the road!
Uncle Rosehip giving instructions out loud.
It does not become the target of the Rose Knights, such as a golem made of clay. But if you leave the remains alone, the other golems will come to eat it.
Copy that! We won't let you get in the way of the transport team.
Answer instantly, a rider of the Rose Knight. He unleashed a forward kick at the clay golem in front of him and slammed him down the hill.
Here the point of view moves to the pilot riding the knight.
(I don't even have to use my sword)
Instead of stopping the roots of your breath, let them fall down. If that's all, this one's more efficient.
Having so decided, he moves forward as he kicks Craigolem.
(If you crawl up, you won't come)
Peek downhill just in case you think you'll be okay. What's there is the sight as expected.
Falling, to the cracked craigolem, the other craigolems were swarming.
(Ugh, eating)
Like when you throw bait into a pond inhabited by a bunch of carp.
(Weak guy, no other golem bait)
Kick the next clay golem with your feet as you follow your boss's back.
The clay giant floats in space and falls from back to bottom. After half-baked by a collision impact, it's just a repeat.
(By eating, refining progresses, resulting in a higher quality golem. Was it)
I know. But eating together is not something that feels good to watch.
(Wildness is a tough world. Really)
He was thankful that he was a human race, while letting go of the kick.
"I went into a layer of stone golem. This is the real deal!
Nasally, he came kicking Craigolem down. But to Uncle Rosehip's voice, tension just increases.
The strength of the stone golem is roughly the same as that of the standard grade B. In other words, it is weaker than the Rose Knight, and stronger than the B-grade of the Border Knights.
But that's only one-on-one.
(Because you're in the nest. Sucks if you're surrounded)
When I saw the bureaucratic horseman lined up next to me, the other guy had his face over here, too. I get the impression that I have no heart or that I look anxious.
I'm sure the pilot is moving his throat buddha and swallowing his spit.
Don't worry, I'm here.
I'll snort at you, and I'll snort back over there. Seemed some relief.
(In front of my girlfriend, you can't look unusual.)
The thought will be the same over there.
Breathe deeply and exhale slowly. And soak the sweat on his forehead, with the back of his hand.
We're going to protect my father's rose!
Scream with external audio to speak to yourself. And he put his temper on his rose.
Landburn around the same time.
Staring into the southeast sky, he is a middle-aged man with little hair to think about, a borderline uncle.
"What have you done?
A skinny man with a handled mustache, who speaks up. Borderline uncle looks back and opens his mouth to worry.
"Uncle Rosehip left half of the Rose Knights behind,"
So cut off the words once and tilt your neck gently.
"Shouldn't we have taken him some more. Think so."
The great hole where the ghost knight Ghost Knight appeared, plus a golem hunt named mining. No matter how much power you have, it shouldn't be enough.
The handle beard hears it and exhales gently. Because it was an agenda I had considered many times.
"Now that Lord Reaper is going to the Holy Capital, the Rose Knights are the key to defense. I'm not going to make Landburn's protection any thinner."
To my non-nodding boss, a steering wheel beard overlapping words.
"The supposed enemy is Ghost Knight. I'm sorry, my lord, but I'm not strong enough in the Knights of the Borders."
Always concludes, that's where it goes. The problem is the ghost knight Ghost Night.
The Border Knights are not like the Rose Knights. If they were sniped, they would be upset and collapse fronts and formations.
Knights with such strong unity are rare in the world.
"But you are."
"My lord."
Conclusions already made. The steering wheel beard blocked the words of the borderline uncle trying to steam it back in a sharp tone.
"Out of my sight, out of place, who cares more about you. Send any more power and Uncle Rosehip will be more anxious."
Borderline uncle dropping shoulders.
I've spoken of something that's not constructive, I guess I have that consciousness. Speak out words of apology.
He then switched his mind and headed to his desk to do paperwork.