When the sun rising from the east illuminates the king's capital and people begin to move vigorously.
Some three-story stone dwellings. I lived on the third floor, staring at a turtle by a pond in the garden.
"You say it's time to go?
Nodding Zaratan. The mission with him is to 'go to the Spirit Forest, scout and bring home the warcraft that eats poisonous mushrooms'.
Transport training with heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" on the back. After repeating that a few times, he felt confident.
"Hmm, but hey."
Kneel on the shore and watch the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer herd.
Fellows down to the ground from the Kohlo. It's like we gathered to pick them up, but we don't try to get any closer to the tortoise than we are certain.
I can't communicate directly with Heavy Lancer on heavy horseback, but I still get it.
You're absolutely frightened of Zaratan.
Replace yourself with a position of warcraft to be scouted and imagine the scene when you encounter it.
A tortoise-like great spiritual beast two hundred meters long, suddenly appeared in the Lake of the Spirit. Pushing waves to the left and right, they swim to themselves drinking water on the shore.
And with your head high enough to look up, point and tell Melo.
"Why don't you ride?
Born between my eyebrows, deep vertical wrinkles.
(... aren't you going to run away?
Zalatan is unaware of the pressure he is exerting.
It's like the president of a big company that makes it easier for new hires. If you get too great, you'll be dull around it.
Looking back, I call the head of the family on the branch of the herb tree.
"Before Zaratan sets sail, we'd all like to have an ops conference. Ready?"
A wave of acknowledgement has returned from Imosuke, so he rises from the shore. With both hands under the branches, the spiritual beast, like the five-year-old larvae of the magpie butterfly, moved into my palm.
Keep the herb tree on your back and wait for your family to gather with Imosuke on your palm.
"Tell the head of Heavy Lancer to join us."
The voiced dangouts turn back and move their tentacles to the herd of heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers.
Heavy Lancer, a slightly bigger and different shade of heavy horseback riding, soon began to run towards me.
"Where I'm busy, I'm sorry. Something really bothered me."
I'm gonna start a meeting. I'm gonna start a meeting.
In front of you is a line of heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer" leaders, dangolows and tortoises up from the pond from the left.
Imoske occupies both palms. I don't try to move, so it stays that way.
"Now, I'm going to ask Zaratan to go to the Spirit Forest, but from what I've seen, there are two problems."
Families listening quietly.
By the way, the means of travel is transfer magic. If you have a certain amount of water, it seems you can go to most places.
That is the great spiritual beast of the water attribute.
"One is how to solicit warcraft, the other is anti-elf"
After turning his eyes to a well-behaved sitting turtle, he moves his gaze to the side and stops at Heavy Lancer, a heavy horseback riding.
"From the Warcraft, isn't Zaratan a big and uneventful being?
To the head of the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer," Dangolow turns his head. I guess you're preaching my word.
'Cause it is.'
In response to Dangolow, I still snorted. The turtle, on the other hand, is unexpectedly widening his eyes.
I didn't think I was afraid.
"Wouldn't you like to see Zaratan and run away frightened?
Families looking at each other and discussing it with hiccups. The head of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse rider, is also mixed.
Imosque looking up at me from the top of his palm and shaking his head vertically.
"... no way"
Heavy Lancer, the long-time horse rider, doesn't seem to be the brave warcraft he intends to bring in. It was said that the probability would be high.
Concern hits, hitting the wall from the first problem.
"I wonder what's going on."
Dangolow turns sideways as we continue to discuss as we worry. From the head of the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer next door, he suggested something.
"Whoa? What. If you have a good idea, let me out."
As I nodded at Dangolow, I began to explain as I alternately watched Heavy Lancer and I ride heavily.
"Do you want Heavy Lancer to do the search and solicitation?"
At the point of departure, he said he would take two or three heavy horseback riders, the Heavy Lancers, to Kohlo.
Once transferred to the site, we will look around and solicit, and if we get an understanding, we will lead you to Zaratan. It was like that.
"... okay"
With the reduced traffic, we may not be able to bring everyone in at once. In that case, you should just go back and forth.
"That's an idea that never occurred to me, that's a long one."
When I look around with praise, I get a wave of consent from everyone. Now the first problem has been solved successfully.
"All right, next time, we'll take care of the elves."
While I'm at it, I'm gonna watch Zaratan.
Turtle enough to hold with both hands, with crushed eyes. But this is what it looks like, a great spiritual beast named after the world.
Its power is awesome, so much so that just being in the pond cleans up the water. What the Elves call the "Guardian of Spirit Lake" is also impossible.
(Such a big guy moved into our garden. The elves who got out would be making a scene)
I should be desperate and looking for a place to go. If Zaratan shows up in the meantime, he'll definitely follow along.
When told that, the turtle creates a sinister atmosphere. I guess there's a verse that comes to mind.
"What? What?
Here again, the head of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse rider, advances. If you look at him, he wields a corner and scratches the ground with his forefoot many times.
"Are you going to fight?
They must be going to defeat the elves who come by. But I couldn't snort.
(Conditions too bad)
Where it opened up like a meadow, the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer would be explosively destructive. Like when you crushed the Knights of the Kingdom.
(But the place is on the Kohlo, or in the woods)
An obstacle: scaffolding, prospects, trees. A good assault, very impossible.
By contrast, the Elf knights will hide themselves in a remote position and carry out long-range magic attacks. Old lady, you're just like me on Old Lady.
"It's their home. No matter how strong the Heavy Lancer is, it will be tough on two or three heads."
Respect the pride of the warrior and do not make it clear that you will lose.
The head of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse rider, will also be aware of the disadvantages of numbers. I didn't push any further.
"I'll transfer as quietly as I can, is that all I got?"
Unfortunately, there is no proposal. I expected the magic of the Great Spirit Beast, but he's not omnipotent.
I sneak around before dawn and when I land the heavy horse "Heavy Lancer" on the shore, I dive and wait. determined in such a direction.
"Even on the water, don't get out too much?
To Zaratan's words, the head of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse with a tense atmosphere.
If the water line comes up, there will be fewer places for the heavily riding Heavy Lancers. I guess I'm worried about falling water on the move.
"Departure, early tomorrow morning? Be careful. Come on."
This concludes the meeting. Tortoise snorting at my words.
"But you don't have to. I don't care if you can't bring him in."
Turtle's eyes looked a little smiled.
After its dissolution, what stood out was a herd of heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers. It gathers around the length.
"Sounds like a rash."
What I'm telling you is Dangolow, who climbed onto my lap.
There are three heavy horseback riding "Heavy Lancers" going on turtles and the chief says they will stay.
"Is that, do you want to be chosen?
If you look, there are individuals pushing the others to get out in front of the length. No matter what you think, it's an appeal.
If you look at your knees for answers, Dangolow moves toward my groin. Imoske sitting in the palm of his hand and pushing each other to compete for a place.
(Stand up, wait a little longer)
It was me watching the herd of heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancers" whilst clawing at the root of the herb tree.
Warm sunshine descends into the earth from the sun that circled the midheavens.
This is the plain of northern Imperial Capital. Since it was originally a land with little snow, the snow somewhat remains in the mountains.
A thick street that connects the imperial capital with the northern city. There was a bunch of ten horsemen bending there to the west branch road.
"I'm sorry I let you hang out with me on the stop."
It was the black knight leading the way who emitted the external audio. Its silhouette, with large swells of shoulders, chest, feet, etc., indicates that it is Grade A.
And most importantly, a large red rose dyed through the chest. It was clear that it was Uncle Rose Hip's love ride, led by the Rose Knights.
'What, here's what I said about being selfish. I don't care. "
Answered is grade A going next door. This one is black, but tannic like paint.
Overall plain with a boneless feel. But in one hand is a beautifully decorated shield that doesn't look strangely good.
He is the rider of the old samurai, who heads the Imperial Knights.
'I guess Sir hasn't returned to the realm in a while either. His Majesty also told me to stop by.'
Inside the cockpit, Uncle Rosehip frightens his large body.
He decided to spend the night in his castle on his way to the northern city with the old samurai.
"I see it"
Over the hill, the proud voice of Uncle Rosehip echoes.
In my eyes was the graceful castle of White Asia standing by the river. With its many arches and many thin spires, it can be described as a work of art.
In the garden, which stretches opposite the river, a large number of flowers of various shades bloom.
"This is brilliant again."
White castle and primitive flowers against a blue sky background. There is also the appearance of a castle moving to the surface of the water, very beautiful.
Rose Castle, Rose Castle, the castle of Uncle Rose Hip. Although I've heard rumors, it's the first time I've seen them.
Uncle Rosehip happily explains to the old samurai who trembles in his voice.
'Those are all roses. We collect and grow a variety of varieties to make sure what only blooms all year round'
It would take a lot of effort and expense. When I think about it, I can only admire it.
Rose's accumulatively hammered, while a line arrived. Place a knight on the garrison and walk to the castle.
"Welcome home"
A large staircase of white marble, set in the front of the castle. A servant (footman) stands on both sides to greet the Lord of the castle.
By the way, a servant (footman) is a man's version of a maid. The clothes you're wearing are like simplifying a butler.
(Thoroughly, not a single woman)
No thin, neutral type of line, all in the shape of rugby players. I guess it's the Lord's preference.
In the meantime, one brunette short-haired musculoskeletal young man somehow appeared in made-up clothes. Go down the stairs in an odood manner and approach Uncle Rosehip.
(So, what's that?
When I saw the big guy with the short gray hair standing next to him, he was staring blatantly at me.
"Welcome home, Father."
In that word, the old samurai recalls this young man. Until recently, he belonged to the Imperial Knights, son of Uncle Rosehip.
They broke my heart when I went to the kingdom as a mission of friendship.
He had left the group at the strong request of his father and should have returned to his hometown.
"Do you still want to take off those clothes? You don't seem to have your guts back."
Throw it away in an angry tone.
I don't know the old samurai, but the act of wearing a skirt at Rose Castle is an expression of intent to 'set yourself free'.
My son forgot to use it before and started jerking off with his ass. He ordered me to wear made-up clothes as punishment.
(If you have a pneumothorax, try to disobey and get rid of it. He accepts this situation)
A musculoskeletal brunette short-haired man maid who dyes her cheeks and nags, as opposed to her father, who raises blood vessels on her forehead.
Faces of Rose Knights, the rose knights who saw it, began to make noise behind the old samurai.
"Hey, that's what you're dressed for, isn't it? It's okay."
"You look just like the Captain in the painting when he was younger. Let it ring."
An old samurai pretending to be deaf and a rosehip uncle picking up ears.
The father, with short gray hair, looked back and spoke loudly.
"Naturally, there are no exceptions to Rose Castle!
Hiccup! And the leaping members. Increasingly blushing, a young man in maid clothes.
In the meantime, Uncle Rosehip speaks to the old samurai.
"It's customary to have a feast called" Meat grove in a liquor pond "on the night of your return, but what will you do?"
The old samurai, who had anticipated this invitation, returns the answer he had prepared.
"Because of the age, you're getting tired. I'm sorry, but I need to get some rest."
Uncle Rosehip, who doesn't make a single disgusting face and accepts. He also knows the old samurai don't have this hobby.
As a courtesy, I rang.
When you break up in the entrance hall, the old samurai is led to the VIP room in the distance.
So I picked up a fancy dinner for one, took a bath and went to bed early. Urine in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom.
(Was it this way)
I also feel comfortable calling a servant (footman) to guide me, and rely on my memory to go down a wide hallway.
On the way, he passed in front of both doors, which were extremely heavy.
Shit, is this the venue?
An old samurai who slaps his temples gently with his hands. Even if it's closed, the hustle and bustle comes from inside.
That's the men's fury and screaming. The beating or beating sound and vibration continue without stopping.
(If a stranger asks, he'll think it's a fight or a punch)
But this is a delightful feast of wine and meat.
The marble plate on the door has the letter 'Between Mixes' dug in with a gorgeous brush.
Looking at it half-eyed, the door clatters with both loud impact sounds. And from a slightly open gap, the drooling son of Uncle Rosehip showed up.
"Please help me!
A fluid, musculoskeletal young man who comes near like a zombie naked.
An old samurai who saw that. It should have rang with audacity, but it didn't fly reflexively to the wall behind it.
"Come on! Here."
"You're up early! We're still waiting for the order."
The pilots of the Rose Knights, attacking from behind their short, dark hair. The young man, who was defeated to the floor by depression, grabbed his ankle and slid into the door.
"Please forgive me, I'm at my limit..."
Even if you reach this way with your complaining eyes, the old samurai can only close their eyes and turn their faces to the side.
(No, it's intense.)
I feel signs that the door will close and slowly open my eyes. I remembered the indoor sight I saw just before and exhaled heavily.
That's where the beastly pilots pull the servant's (footman's) clothes into the billiards and push them down to the floor.
(Everyone has strength, so it might last until dawn.)
I shrugged my shoulders and headed back to my room as I stopped in the bathroom.
Fortunately, when you close the bedroom door, you hardly hear a sound. The old samurai were comfortable and enjoyed their sleep.
The day sinks earlier to the western ridge, and the Wang du is wrapped in the Book of the Night, Toyota.
This is a large brick building near the East Gate. There are fewer windows compared to size and only about the brightness.
This facility, which makes you wonder if it's a warehouse or factory, is the Knight Hangar of Merchant Alliance. It is the place where the old lady "Old Lady" is placed and undergoes daily maintenance.
"Let's keep it around here today."
On the workbench, the old lady "Old Lady" was laid on her back. A mechanic working near its flank gets up and stretches his back.
I'm going backwards in time.
Thin lines, faint faces. The young man with a herbivorous impression exhales as he slaps his left shoulder with his short wand Wand, a tool.
"Simplification"
If you're going to describe what you're doing in a nutshell, this is it. The auxiliary magic formations on board are removed from one end.
Once completed, it would be an extremely primitive cavalry. It may be closer to the Golem than to a knight.
"Auxiliary Magic Formation"
That's a mechanism to increase the knight's output while suppressing the pilot's magic consumption.
It is created by combining the magic formations of various functions precisely according to the application. You can say "rinse" of knight-making technology.
(If the teacher hears about discarding it all, he'll look back. No, don't believe it before then)
What comes to mind are the school teachers who went to learn the blacksmith technique.
What I do is deny the latest technology. The reaction can also be taken for granted.
(but the output goes up better without it)
After taking the time to repeat the experiment, I found out. That the auxiliary magic team has only become an obstacle.
The old lady on Tauro, the Old Lady, will lose her strength if she builds an auxiliary magic formation, and if she removes it, she will return.
Auxiliary magic formations that had survived. I tried to remove some of them, but the output increased slightly.
Reason is unknown, but we have to admit more than it is true.
"At this time, take away everyone but Mr. Tauro."
Half of it was done, but the herbivore himself set the policy.
(You're unreasonable, at all)
The bitter look reminds me of the time I fought the Heavy Stone Golem in the mountainous areas of northern Wangdu.
I wanted to know how Tauro fought, and I said I couldn't and accompanied him.
(sucked)
Old Lady, an old lady who loses her strength while spraying white smoke. The old lady "Old Lady" would have been destroyed if it had stayed that way, and both Tauro and himself would have lost their lives in Winter Mountain.
But shortly after the white smoke subsided, the old lady Old Lady suddenly showed more power than before. How dare you rip off the arms of the Heavy Stone Golem with your bare hands?
(White smoke was generated by auxiliary magic formations burning out)
What it shows is that the mechanism that was supposed to assist the pilot was, on the contrary, in the way.
"Technology is what goes stacked with time"
If you try to be a herbivore mechanic who believes in the idea, there's something you can't accept.
That's why I kept looking into it in search of different causes. But I have to admit it already.
I can't handle this cavalry any more than Mr. Tauro.
Put your hands on your hips and watch Old Lady.
In a lined class B ride, whether or not you can get it to stand up. If Class C is a pilot at best, I might not be able to move one finger.
(I wonder who it really is. It doesn't look like an elf or a half elf)
I put my arms together and think again as I turn my head around.
"Do something with less magic, with the power of technology"
Not just knight building technology, but magic in general. Tauro, with too much magic, is the opposite from the starting point.
(Can't you care? Nor does the guild leader or deputy guild manager seem to see it as a problem)
I'm not a bad person. That's all for sure.
I guess he's a special, so-called genius with a lot of magic at birth. If so, he/she and I should not know why.
"Okay, I'm leaving!
Indoors where I'm the only one, a herbivore mechanic to declare.
The time is evening. I often leave the hangar after the date changes. The sooner I try him, the sooner the anomaly.
"Is there anything I can do to get home on time?
If you were the boss of a workplace where overtime normalized, you would have said so without offense.
No one listens, but I dare say it. I have business to attend to.
(If you eat, it's perfect for your appointment time)
Looking back at the walled clock, the herbivore thinks.
Down the road is the junior whorehouse. For the first time in his life, he had a familiar shop and a woman.
(Looking forward to it. I've been patient for the past week)
Then close the office key and speak to the guard outside.
A herbivorous mechanic who crosses a line and turns into a beast, on the look and back of a grown-up. As a result, many shops have been closed to entry and exit.
That's how a woman appeared to call him 'lovely'.
(Because I haven't even handled it myself. It should be thicker)
What floats in the back of my brain is a red-haired three-knit girl. It has a rustic vibe and the sobacus is cute.
It was a light step, heading west on Main Street.