Home of Tauro, south of Wangdu Pleasure Street. It's a stone three-story building, and instead of having a small three-story section, the rest is a rooftop garden.
Having tasted the ponytail for a long time, I went home and spent time with my family.
"Is there a problem or something you want me to do?
Alarm the living room floor and call out.
On a laid bath towel, three facing each other. It resembles the five-year-old larvae, dangouts and turtles of the magpie butterfly, respectively, but is a clean spiritual beast.
Each body length would be about fifteen centimeters to twenty centimeters.
"I've Fumbled"
Crisp looking back, a five-year-old larvae-like imosque of a magpie butterfly.
The tip with his head turned is the garden forest outside the spit window. At the foot of the trees, a pale, white light was seen.
"Oh, the white lady."
A white lady is a type of mushroom.
The size is about as long as the fist is vertical, spreading a stubbornly laced umbrella. That look, reminiscent of a lady in a white dress, would be the origin of the name.
"More expensive than gold coins piled at the same height"
It seems precious as a magic material and is often said to be so. But at the same time, it is also a fierce poisonous mushroom.
Because of the slight luminescence, it stood out well after sunset.
"I learned the sampling moves, but then there's the problem."
It stands out if you try to sell it just for what the value is tense. It would be the same if I just gave it to you.
Because it's poisonous, I won't even throw it away in the area.
"Can't you keep it from growing?
Led by his family, Imoske, the garden forest administrator. Ask in anticipation of that ability.
But after lifting the front half of my body, I turned my head down.
"Magic Scatter Marinija, Doshitemo Raw El"
Zaratan, who resembles a turtle, speaks out, as he follows.
I can't help it, it's like a tone. Is it like, "Where the moisture is, mold grows"?
"Oh, is that what happened?"
I'm impressed with the explanation that goes on.
Apparently, it's not a mistake. The mushroom system seems to grow in the vicinity when potions leak from the bottle.
"Hmm? What's up, Dangolow?"
Dangobee seems to have come up with something. Alternate views of me, Imosuke, and Zaratan, lifting his body.
He doesn't seem to have a name, but there's no way I can tell.
'That's right! That.'
They passed it on to Imosuke. The next thing I know, Zaratan is also nodding.
"Do you have a warcraft to eat?"
According to Dangolow, there are warcraft that prefer white ladies (white ladies) and other strong habits. He says habit, etc., but it's probably poison for me.
Asking what kind of warcraft they are, the two immediately return the answer.
"Kind, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
Dangolol, he said he cared not to step on it. They avoided me throughout the herd, so maybe it's nature as a species.
In the case of Imosuke, he didn't shake it off angrily when it fell over his head, but he put it back on the branch.
Well, sometimes it's called a spiritual beast.
Even powerful large warcraft like the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer" honestly follows General Dangolow.
It looks like an imbecile, a dandruff, but I guess it's still special.
"Won't you come over here?"
"I hope it comes."
Warcraft that is calm in nature and eats poisonous mushrooms. I would love for you to come out.
I want to look it up in the drawings, but I don't know if you ask the Imosques for their names. So I asked what it looked like.
"One's on."
"To Hon"
Imoske answers, Dangolow captures. But I can't search for it.
"Is there anything else? It's like something special."
Two to start worrying about. Zaratan, on the other hand, is quiet next door.
"Could he be in?
"Hey, do you mind?
Look in the direction the two heads pointed, my brow against me like a roasted squid. There was a heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer who enjoyed an evening walk.
"Similar to heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer, is it a little small?
The "Similar" part was on hold, but at "A Little Small," the turtle also nods. This will be confirmed by the Great Warcraft.
(If you break into kingdom territory with a herd like that, it's the second dance of heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer)
Evacuation. Crusade, it's definitely a fuss.
It's different from gentleness and serenity and all that. You can't just leave someone near you and crush your home in one step.
I thought about it. I suggested to the Imosques.
"Why don't you summon me, like Heavy Lancer?"
Imosque, who magically summoned the dangolows who were in the Spirit Forest.
They had the help of Dangolow, but Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse rider, is shifting from herd to herd.
"What's up?
But Imosuke and Dangoloh, they are twisted. If you ask, you can't summon me.
"If you don't want it over there, can't you?"
In the power of Imosuke, they say they have to recognize this one and hope to come here.
"I wonder what's going on."
Zaratan came up with a suggestion when me and I were twisting our heads.
"What? You said you'd go to the Spirit Forest and negotiate, and if you like, you'd put him on your back and bring him in?
The turtle in front of you is about twenty centimeters long. But it's only this size, and they say there's actually two hundred meters.
(Speaking of which, you're the world's famous Great Spirit Beast)
I lived in a lake in the Spirit Forest for many years, but I was attracted to Vintage Probably and came by metamagic.
I've brought fish from the sea before, so I guess I can use metastatic magic without much burden.
"Sure, if Zaratan's the size, he's going to be put on about a small herd"
The size of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse running around in the garden forest, is about the size of my pinky nails. In reality, he is a large warcraft sixteen meters tall, but he is smaller in the garden forest.
It seems to be a special force of the 'Head of Administration' freshman Imosuke.
"Right, more than a year after that"
One night's memory comes back to mind. I was in the garden forest and all of a sudden a mysterious voice sounded on my head.
"Pick a tree manager"
Though I was surprised, my family pinned me down and nominated me. But it seems I don't have the credentials, and instead I chose Imosque and Dangolo.
It seems that the two men were qualified, and were awarded the distinguished titles' Protector of the Seeds' and 'Protector of the Wood'.
"I didn't think about it in depth back then, but now I think it's a strange thing."
Having just come to this world, I was just impressed with 'That's a magical world'.
Zarathan snorts deeply, but the proportion is the usual.
"I like that."
"Follow me"
A wave of approval came from Imoske and Dangolo, so I turn to Zaratan.
"Please, but watch out for the bad guys."
What came to mind was the appearance of the elves. Somehow Zaratan felt like he was smiling.
I'm leaving soon, so let's wait and relax.
Whatever, a long-lived turtle. I still don't understand what time feels like.
A class B knight, painted green and white, walks several rides through the forest of the Spirit in the morning sun, looking around.
These knights, who belong to the Knights of the Elves, were looking for a warcraft to strike at the Imperial Army.
"He's not here."
A voice from a single horse, by external voice. Grade B walking next door also returns the walk without stopping.
"When it comes to searching, it's not there. Really, they're the only ones who bother me. '
What I was looking for was a bunch of heavily riding "Heavy Lancers".
His name is Horse but his neck is short and he has a huge horn like a Hercules Great Beetle. Major parts of the body surface are covered with scaly skin and not scratched by a few magical or physical attacks.
"Mobility, defense, and enough to break down the walls."
To hit the Imperial Army, it was a hit and follow.
An annoying existence that tramples and vandalizes the fields of the elves carelessly. On this occasion, they slammed him out of the woods, and they were going to destroy him.
"Captain, I can't find it. He doesn't seem to be around here."
Standing ahead looking back is the Class A Knight. Armored parts such as the chest armor are green and the joint is painted black.
There should be a skinny high elf sitting in the cockpit like a dead tree, but what was given back was the voice of an old woman.
'You can't help it if you're not here. Then look for a torsional angle (capricorn) instead'
The Knights replied yes and start looking again. I don't complain because I also know that the Lord of Voices is a high elf and a lover of the Knights Commander.
I even watch the two of us get in the cockpit, which is not huge. That's as far as sitting on your lap.
"The twisting angle (capricorn) is not strong enough, is it?
Skinny as a dead tree, the high elf whispers in his ear as he rubs the chest of an old woman, a pharmacist, from above her clothes.
An old woman with her mouth in the ears of the Knights captain and tells her in a loud tone.
"They devour the ingredients of the medicine, don't they? It's really annoying because I prefer precious things."
Pressing the hand coming in from the hem of the skirt, from the top of the fabric, he swallowed his spit before continuing his words.
"From the woods, you can just disappear. I don't care about the rest."
The high elf, lean as a dead tree, laughs in a good mood as he buries his middle finger into the old woman.
"Right, it's a pleasure anyway. Either we do damage to the Empire, or we die without doing anything."
He moved his fingers around as he said, enjoying the hot exhalation hanging in his ear.
Then I often go behind the B level. Every time I let a knight walk, the old woman speaks out, so I'm deliberately giving him a rough leg.
My men brought me reports of discovery.
"Well, maybe thirty. Not bad."
The torsional angle (capricorn) is about fourteen meters tall and resembles a goat. As the name suggests, it has unusually twisted horns.
"Isn't it due to illness"
The more that makes you think so, the more irregular the bend is. There are also horizontal square pupils that can be described as demonic, and many elves hate the way they look.
The old lady on the knees of the Knights was one of them.
'Keep it up, I'll kick you out of the woods. May I?
A level knight who answers his subordinates by nodding. Class B with wand Rifle flies attack magic over the herd to intimidate.
A bunch of people who just let off a few shots and run out like they panicked.
"Still, they're cowards"
He was the head of the Knights who bent his mouth and made a ridiculous look.
But swarms of twisted corners (capricorns) show unexpected stickiness on the outer edge of the forest. Even if you magically threaten me, you won't try to get out.
I'm sticking to the ground, like a dog when I take him for an injection.
"Fire."
Class B's that follow the instructions of a lean high elf like a dead tree and hit the attack magic that dropped their output.
Making a burning mark of a lightning arrow (Thunder Arrow) on the torso doesn't make the twisting angle (Capricorn) move all the time.
"Lend me, I'll do it."
One tongue strike, and the Knights captain snatches his men's wand, Rifle. I didn't mean to use the proud wand Rifle.
Immediately released, the arrow of light that dropped its output (magic missile). It captured accurately the child behind the herd and caused him to scream.
'Here's what we do. Use your head more, your head.'
Return the wand "Rifle" to your men in a frustrating tone, chest stretching Grade A.
Unlike the Naruto, the shot child runs out of the woods with a ringing. Until then, adults who never tried to get out of the woods began to chase some of the children.
"I see, I get it"
He makes an impressive voice and his men start shooting at each other one after the other.
I was surrounded by the center of the herd, but I couldn't stand the knights and the kids running in the opposite direction. The adults follow it.
No, the whole herd was moving south of the Spirit Forest towards the Imperial Army checkpoint.
"After that, we'll see how the beasts work together."
Grade B with the wand Rifle facing down and distancing the plains of Morinam. The knights of the Knights put their arms together and did the same with the view.
The northern city in the northern part of the empire.
Inside the elves in the Spirit Forest and the streets connecting the imperial capital. Situated along the way, this city is an important part of the north's defense.
In the office of the Lords' Hall in the heart of the city, the mature Viscount read a single letter.
An aged beauty exhales from her bright red painted lips. Then he shakes his head small, left and right, and throws the letter on his desk.
"Read it."
The old skinny of the deputy who came with the letter starts to read in his hand when he nods. I immediately turned my gaze to my boss, he opened his mouth.
"This is..., because you don't mind if I go through your eyes?
The question was, of course, a love sentence addressed to the mature Viscount. The sender is Elf, a man who works for a whorehouse in Teito.
When I was in Imperial Capital, I was the one whose mature Viscount was tipping over.
"You shouldn't hide this."
Mature Viscount tilting her mouth diagonally and frowning at her roots. Seeing that look, old and thin feel secure.
I didn't say anything about the relationship, but I thought it was the wrong person.
"You want to put it back, it says cut, right?
A small city on the border with the northern countries. When she decides to make the left transition there, she begs and is refused to come with me.
I sent a few letters after I left the capital, but never received a single reply.
And now that his relationship with the Elves has deteriorated, a sudden autumn wave has been sent from the other side to himself, the front-line commander.
"The purpose is too easy to understand."
The mature Viscount shrugs her shoulders and spreads her hands.
(If it was a while ago, my heart might have moved.)
As I look at the deputy who reads the letter while standing, I think.
Defeat in a divine match and defeat rape in northern countries. Both are intolerable humiliations, but they helped me get out of the elf curse.
That's what I'm going to think now.
"When you've read it, send it to His Majesty. The elves are making these moves."
The mature Viscount stands out of her chair and stretches her hips wide when she returns the legs she was putting together. On the way, I cleared my ears with surprise.
Old and skinny also noticed late, putting the letter down and opening the door to the hallway. What I heard was footsteps running up the stairs and walking down the hallway.
It belonged to a decree informing them of the sudden.
"I will report you! A swarm of twisted horns (capricorns) emerged from the Spirit Forest, heading south this way."
Mature Viscounts and old skinny looking at each other for the abrupt emergence of large herds of warcraft.
From the Spirit Forest to this city, there is not so much distance. All that lies between is a checkpoint that combines defensive lines and a fortress filled with knights and soldiers.
"The number is over thirty! Soon you will encounter the Knight of the Guard."
A decree that keeps words coming, not breathing.
"Why are twisting horns coming out? They wouldn't be like that."
The mature Viscount asks in a harsh tone, but the decree cannot be answered.
Understand that you made a meaningless return, wave your hands left and right in front of your face and withdraw your remarks.
"Twist Angle (Capricorn)"
It is thought to be an evil warcraft because of its creepy appearance and its edible preference for poisonous grasses, poisonous mushrooms, or wolves, etc.
But that's the story of those who don't have enough knowledge of warcraft.
I've never heard of you attacking me from over there.
A mature Viscount who is unconvinced and tilts her neck.
The twist angle (capricorn) is large, but contrary to appearance, the property is warm. It is not a dangerous warcraft.
(But it's true we're getting closer. Whatever the number, it's not good if you're excited)
Thinking of the rank and number of knights in the inquisition, the mature Viscount made an immediate decision.
"I'm leaving too, get ready!
He pushed the order with his busty chest, leaving the scent of perfume in his nostrils, and ran out to the knight hangar.