Pleasant neighborhood.
That refers to a strip of boulevard running from Central Square to the West Gate in the case of Wang Du.
Built on the front streets are advanced and intermediate whorehouses. There are junior whorehouses and privately owned shops in the back streets and Yokocho.
"How about there, Mr. Cornell?
I was walking down the back street, pointing to a stall that was opening a store on the street and suggesting. The smell of broiled goods stimulated my appetite.
"Nice, let's do it there"
A slightly buzzy muscular young man also acknowledges it while making his nose snap.
The time is at dinner. Before I go out to play, I want to keep my stomach full.
"Bye, two servings of this skewer set"
A table of six tables set up in front of a stall. Sitting against one of the available, I ordered from my uncle in the street waving his hand.
Apparently he passed it on safely, and your uncle is nodding.
This wooden table and chair is co-located with several stalls around. Wherever I ask, I don't mind sitting here.
"Yes, thank you"
I smile and thank the boy who brought me the water and the cup. From what I've seen, he's about ten years old, and he's probably even helping his parents.
The food was brought here without waiting much longer.
(Hmm?)
A boy who put a number of plates on a large tray and carried them diligently. I feel uncomfortable with the way it looks and bend a single eyebrow.
I thought it was an earlier boy, but something's different.
"You look like a twin."
Cornell talking, as if you've read my feelings. If you look around, it was a different table, and an earlier boy was cleaning up the plate.
Your hair and face look alike, but the clothes you are wearing are slightly different. That's what got me hooked up.
(... these boys will look good in the future)
I think as I watch the boy go side by side with a skewer plate.
Not flashy on the eye and nose parts, but with a straight face. You'll grow into an orthodox beauty, not as different from me or Cornell as heaven and earth.
Is this also one of the gifts that I was born with?
"Well, let's get it over with."
Cornell rubbed his palms together to remind me. It is certainly impossible to think before the fragrant smell of meat and fish and without eating them.
We toast with a glass of water and start eating.
"Are you getting knights together, glad to hear it"
Me holding a skewer stabbed alternately with chicken and vegetables.
Thick beef skewers, baked only with salt and pepper. Cornell nods loudly as he cheeks a piece of it.
This is what Schebemacho looks like and has a high status within the Knights of the Kingdom. As a result, such inside information could be heard.
"Yeah, all the pilots on the C-level now have gone up to the B level, too."
I think of braided tits. He kept sitting alone in the C cockpit as he switched to Class B.
(Good for you)
Now we'll finally be able to ride the main knight, which was a memorial.
Yeah, snort at me, be my best friend. The only member of the Adult Gourmet Club gives me a hard look.
"But now we're running out of C-class pilots."
When the number of knights returns, he says he can't replenish the pilot in time.
(I see)
With materials and technicians, knights can build. But the pilot has to start looking for the qualitative one.
I can't seem to get the pilot ready enough for the knight's building pace.
Here I fly one disgust.
"Did you recognize the Knights of the Kingdom as knights?
Cornell has a troubled face when I ask. Give me a break, I shrugged my shoulder.
"That was until the time of the previous Knights Commander. I've tried it and found out, but communication, vigilance, loading, and class C are very useful."
As an auxiliary force, you can't let go. and continue the words.
The Knights have changed.
Cornell shakes a skewer in his hand, while forcefully preaching the value of a C class. I see that, I think.
"Only Grade B and above, I'll admit I'm a knight"
So the Knights of the Kingdom are more elite than any other Knights, including the C-Class. With such reasoning, it was the one with the chest up.
Although I have some thoughts about the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold, I guess he's excellent as the Knights Commander.
"So, Mr. Tauro. I need to talk to you."
Cornell puts the finished skewers on a plate and rides himself out. I was inspired to be vigilant and backed down a little behind every chair.
"It's okay, because I'm not soliciting you right now."
He seems to understand that he is unwilling to go to the Knights. My gaze nodded, and the muscular young man continued his words.
"Pilot candidate, would you introduce me?"
I don't know what that means, stare back at me with a strange face.
My motivation for being a pilot was a knighthood event. That's where they found the qualities and recommended admission to the Pilot's School.
I was aware of my talent, etc.
Why are you asking me that?
I guess I realized the lack of explanation for the bewilderment. Cornell overlaps words.
"Look, Mr. Tauro, didn't you say that before? Maybe there's a connection between men's and women's moves and knight's manipulation."
I remember that, because it's my theory too.
"From previous experience, don't you have any idea? For people who seem to have qualities."
A point of convergence goes to explanations, often circling thoughts.
Chew shrimp and shellfish skewers as you stare at me with your eyes full of anticipation. After you drink it down, take a mouthful of water.
Then I opened my mouth in the open.
"If you ask me, there's no one called 'What if'. But that's the same for Mr. Cornell, isn't it?
"Skewered Whirlwind" is mastering moves close to the Devil's Eye. Cornell's defensive range should be wider than mine, and he's got more opponents in touch with him.
Even if I recommended it, there's a good chance Cornell would have worn it with someone with eyes on him.
"Well, whoever I thought I was okay with dropped the entrance exam."
The skewered whirlwind exhales as it spins a skewer of pork cooked in a sauce with its fingertips. I want you to stop because the drops fly.
By the way, the student said she was his subordinate's daughter. Cornell knew the daughter, too, and she definitely saw that she was going to take it.
It seemed to lose confidence because that was not the case.
"Mr. Tauro is familiar with you."
Ask for an explanation for unexpected information. When I finished asking, I was greatly surprised.
"Is that the sideline of that parent-child bowl copper badge!
An unexpectedly loud voice. One of your three houses, Sione, was a magical girl sitting on that sideline.
Notably, the mother. Amateur yet wonderful, the only taste of a bowl of parents and children woven by mother and daughter is excellent.
"Is that the magic girl, I see"
I think of the magic girl in my brain as I reach for the skin of a bird of bits, its skewers.
"What do you say? There seems to be qualities."
Cornell asks for consent, but after a little thought I shook my head quietly to the left and right.
(I do have good arms, but something's different)
Pilot qualities. That's what got me questioned, and it was Mr. Cool that came to my mind. Teaching light patrol teacher is next.
The magic girl is also quite skillful, but she is not very firm.
(It's not just the magic girl, it's the same with your exploded bottom sister)
Something's missing, a knight pilot or something to get.
"Besides the moves of men and women, I think there's another element. She couldn't feel it."
I answer that as I carry a glass of water into my mouth. Cornell looked intrigued and stepped forward.
"What is it? The other one."
Me shaking my head silently. It's sensory, so I can't put it into words.
Unfortunately, Cornell continues as he lowers his brow butt.
"Please. Please share your thoughts. I want you to take the pilots' school exam."
If you ask me, they're under a lot of pressure from the Knights Commander.
'If I can't find him, I'll buy him a meal. What would you like?
That's what he told me, and he said he was on the verge of panic.
"Mr. Tauro's name, because I will never give it away. Exactly!
A class A ride for the Knights of the Kingdom, hands in hand to worship. The way it looks, the more I'm sorry to see it.
But Cornell started persuading me.
"They don't realize the qualities they have, do they? Aside from not accepting it, may I show you the possibility?"
Indeed, in this world, knight pilots are an admirable vocation. It is known that there is danger, but those who still want it will not stop.
"Though I gave up thinking I wasn't talented, I actually wanted to be"
Even with people like that, it wouldn't be weird.
"It is the person himself who decides his path. But if you don't know what path there is, you can't even choose."
Quite a hot valve.
"As those who go ahead, show the way behind them. I think that's one responsibility."
That's what happened when you recommended a man's daughter to me, but Cornell's story is oddly convincing.
(Well, I'm not forcing you, okay)
At my best friend's request, I decided to break it.
"Okay. Can I stay here now?
To my reply, Cornell floats with joy. Quickly take notes and pens out of your chest and get ready to write.
(Mr. Cool, and Teaching Light Patrol Sensei)
Memories of encounter and contact, diving deep into the sea. When I washed it out like this, I was surprised that it was less than I thought.
(So is Plain Kid after she became queen.... like there was someone else)
Not your three houses, not the advanced whorehouse.
(Intermediate? No, I don't. Lower level?)
The video that somehow floats is a red-haired, three-knit, country-smelling girl. I feel like there was a Sobacus too.
(Probably when I was going around treating my illness)
I can't remember the name of the store. We'll have to tell her about her features and that she's a junior whorehouse.
When I feel my gaze and look at my best friend, I wait for the writing device in my hand and my eyes shine now or now.
"Er, first of all -"
I shrugged my shoulders and went by the name I had in mind.
Here the stage moves from the King's Capital to the Northwest and the Holy Capital.
The divine game was finally over, and the temple of the God of Commerce had regained its calm as usual.
Competition contestants and accompanying support groups have also long since returned to their home countries.
But there were also many who did not.
"Hey, 'Man Festival' hey. If my wife had seen it, she would have definitely joined us."
Go to an area where you can only enter above the E rank, as soon as you get in. A man with thin hair at the end of middle age speaks to himself when he sees the bulletin board installed there.
This man's name is Andale. He is an E-rank merchant who runs a pharmacist shop in Wangdu.
He's also the one who doesn't rush home. Because of this visit to the Holy City, he enjoyed a relaxing tour of the mountain.
"This is the 'Bandit Game'? What the hell?"
The shopping district of Wangdu sends delegates to the Holy City this next term every year. And this time, he was chosen.
The hard-won role of a shopping district summarizer. I guess it's a reward for serving that for a few terms.
"The merchant, go to the Holy City once."
The custom was called the 'Sacred Capital Visit' and it has long been done among the merchants.
"How many times, 'you can be a bandit and compete for a glitch'? That sounds interesting."
Keep your face close to the bulletin board and read more Andale. The phrase "Only knowing the art of stealing can prevent it" struck my mind.
"The place is close, why don't you go"
I squeal as I look up. There was a large space and the canopy seemed high.
The interior of the temple of the god of commerce has become a huge indoor space. Andale is near its entrance.
Entering here is defined as a merchant of rank E or higher. In a position where anyone can be an F-rank or something, it's not allowed.
(I knew if you were going to play, you'd be inside)
Think the old man with thin hair as he looks around the surrounding stalls.
Popular events such as idle concerts are always held internally. As a result, many people want to be promoted to the E rank, but the conditions are never sweet.
Being a merchant in public is unacceptable.
"Welcome, you're a customer of The Bandit Game, right? It'll be two copper coins."
Arriving Andale pays the young brother at the reception.
Even when it comes to reception, it's easy, just one table covered with cloth. On top of that, a carry-on safe and a crate are placed.
"The rules are simple to have. There are multiple targeted people in this E-Rank area. Earn points there."
Thin metal plate with strings. Take that out of the crate and give it away, brother.
The point is recorded on this, so it was said to be lowered from the neck.
"Touch the breasts of women in orange scarves or turn their skirts to get a point"
This seems to be the replacement for the hiccups.
Young brother tells caution to Andale, who nods with a serious look.
"But if you're a chest, it's more than a triple rub, and your skirt doesn't count unless you lift it until you see a heso. Also, if the pendant is taken away, it ends without waiting for the rest of the time."
The pendant seems to be the metal plate with the string that was just given to me. Judgment also says that this board is magically automatic.
"If you get unraveled on the way to a triple rub, or if you fail to hold your skirt down with your hand, is that a reduction?
A receptionist brother smiling and waving his hand sideways to Andale, who bluffs his pendant.
"No, I don't have that, as long as I don't lose it. It's common for people in your neighborhood to seize your pendant."
Even though the temple itself is like a giant whorehouse, only inside the shop is it legal.
If you work the demented act, the guards and the general public will arrest the current criminal.
That thrill is part of the fun.
The guards have a story to tell, so if you show them your guild card, they'll let you go. But by then, the pendant must have been lost.
Copy that, to Andale snorting, the young brother continues his words.
"The time limit is twenty minutes, and you get a luxury prize for twenty points or more. Good luck with that."
We have to find the target in a minute and rub or turn.
(Dude, isn't that a pretty tough condition?
Once I frowned, I immediately turned to a bitter smile. It was recalled that the participation fee was two pieces of copper coin.
I can't give you anything that's a luxury prize.
"Are you sure?... here we go!
With your brother's voice, the pendant shone only for a moment.
Andale looking around and running out. What got into my eyes was the appearance of a woman wearing a long skirt.
Of course, he has an orange scarf wrapped around his neck.
(I'll go as I please)
Reach behind your back immediately. I remember when I was a kid and raised the fabric of my skirt to the limit of my waist belt.
A long skirt that rises from the back to the top. The sound of a bell ringing, only for a moment, sounds from the pendant.
Andale smiles in response to the cheers around him, letting go of his hand and at the same time moving to the escape with all his might. Escape the hand of a woman who grabs it with a cut of gold.
(Oops, get points! Try rubbing your chest next time)
He was a bald old man who would wind up in the venue while searching for an orange scarf.
And twenty minutes later, Andale returns to the reception, breathing on his shoulders.
Seeing the indication of the pendant offered, the young brother came to a surprise.
"Twenty-five points, I'll do it."
A bald father in his late middle age, laughing back invincibly as he bounced his breath.
"Sort of. When I was little, I was afraid of you as Andale the Eagle."
Nodding as he was impressed, his brother took out a piece of paper.
"Congratulations. This is the prize, the live ticket to the Idol Unit tonight."
It will be a grateful touch concert at night.
Depending on the popularity of idols, you should need a few silver coins if you want to buy them. If I can get two copper coins, I can get enough.
Look at the tickets you receive and listen to the rest of your brother's story.
"This idle unit does not make contact in the small room. But instead, there's" On Stage. "
So I intensified my grin, and my brother finishes his explanation.
"This ticket was special and a precious one given a handful of 'on stage' rights. Good luck with that."
Andale reads the caveats on the back of the ticket while frowning at words he can't hear.
With the next harsh look, I glanced at my young brother.
"You're telling me to get on the stage and do it in front of everyone."
But your brother is plain.
"It's on stage."
Answering unwieldily, he continued his words with a narrow, thin grin.
"If you can't do it in public, you can resign. You can still watch the stage games."
Stirred from nearly two turns younger, Andale has a fighting spirit in his eyes.
"Don't lick it. When I was younger, I admired working in a whorehouse. It's better to be seen, but it's harder."
Cut to pieces, your brother bowed his head politely.
"Excuse me. Well, I wish you every success tonight."
Rough nose, Andale walks away cutting the wind with her shoulders. But not as calm as it looks.
(In public, is everything okay? If you can't, you're dressed badly.)
If anyone I know, they're going to make fun of me forever.
(No, look at the players in the divine game. Even on such a grand stage, it was grand. Even I should be able to do it if I try)
When you see the signature on the ticket, your opponent is a subreader. If you check with posters stretched nearby, the level of appearance is quite high.
(Hey, meat! We're gonna eat meat!
And he was ready, and turned to his belly for the night.
Out to the outer perimeter of the temple, Andale ate thick chopped steak dripping gravy. At night, enter the concert venue.
And watched the five female units sing and dance.
(Eh, subreader, you're that kid from Berry Short)
Hot pants and a short length top. Heso visible from the meantime and supple, forged abs.
The hairstyles match and the impression is sporty. Even better than seeing it on a poster.
(But can you do it? in this situation)
The seats are full, many stand up and enthusiastically support them. A bunch of people in pink jackets would definitely be in a support group.
To them, they're probably goddesses. Combine that pillar with the one in front of you.
Are you okay?
It's horrible to imagine a reaction.
"Hold the woman we all admire in front of her."
There are feelings that want to be dark about it, but the pressure is more than that.
It's not about enjoying the stage. With a nervous stomach ache, Andale waits for that time.
"Now, let's start on stage."
If I do, it stinks of a play, the announcement of a young man. Perhaps, a young brother who was at the reception during the day.
Although they were changing their way of speaking, their voices were very similar.
'Okay, first of all, the leader's opponent. Please proceed to the stage, customers who have grasped it with strength and good fortune!
A long-jawed brother with wings in a pink jacket leaps up the stairs to jump. Heading up there is a leader and a slim woman from Long Sovereign.
From the audience rose a shout of envy and resentment to the point of awesomeness.
(Yabe, these guys are serious)
As a prize for the game, I happened to get it. So honestly, I don't know much about this idle unit.
Values are different from those who cheer here.
(Why can't these guys save about twenty points?
Younger than themselves, they must be physically fit. I couldn't do it myself and they couldn't, I didn't know why.
(Maybe I'm talented)
As the lord of every castle in every country, an experience that has not allowed me to blind my eyes. Is that leading to good grades in the 'Bandit Game'?
When you think about it, the cheer that contains laughter boils from around you.
If I looked up the stage with surprise, my long-jawed brother would have shot me all over.
(Oh, come on, what is it? Well)
It was a first shot taken off, a second shot touched with his hand, a third shot breathed out.
I guess I couldn't stop myself from feeling close to the admiring idol that I worship with the goddess as well.
(Goddamn it)
Lip touches and forces shot. So it seems to stop shooting, and his long-jawed brother is falling on his back on stage with his mouth slanted diagonally.
(It's all right. I should be better than that)
Stimulates the mind, even as it flickers into the wild and laughter. The audience, by the way, is a great chorus of mockery and anger.
'Good luck. Next, I'm your subreader. Sir, go ahead!
Andale, who puts tickets up high and stands up.
The cheer thrown at you is as if you have physical pressure. Eat up your teeth, endure them, and go up to the stage.
"Nice to meet you, Uncle"
Sub-reader to loosen Andale's belt and knead in with his trousers. Though he smiles and calls out, his uncle, who is at the height of his eyes, nods cheerfully.
It's still on stage, probably because of the crowd.
"... sorry"
Andale hisses and apologizes with a bitter and hurried look.
Is it cold? My uncle, who touched the outside air, pulls his neck even further and shrinks himself.
(This isn't how it's supposed to be)
Pull the collar of the sweater up to the top of your nose and face down uncle. Even if you try shaking your hips left or right, just shake your shoulders without force.
He's in a state like a son when he fails to get a job with the Knights.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it"
The subreader doesn't even look concerned, but gently wraps his uncle around his tongue as he exhales warmly.
To that compassion, a voice leaking unconsciously from Andale's mouth.
"Oh, ho."
From the results, Andale managed.
Much of the merit, however, would have been in the skill and consideration of subreaders.
(she was used to it and it helped)
After it's over, I think it stings.
Sub-readers forced to be ready by speaking aggressively. And then, merge between.
It is the secret of the two of us alone that hardness has been "soldering" for half our lives.
(See, lads?)
Return to your seat and arm yourself, snorting and running your eyes around you. With those eyes of envy, I can't feel the atmosphere of insult.
Among the many who fail, it is fair to say that they have been sufficiently facetious. At this time in this venue, the value of a man is weighed in public.
By the way, it was a little further before Andale arrived on his way back to King's Capital.