It's still early in the morning.
Under the starry sky, I was standing in my garden dressed in thick clothes. to escort Zaratan's sailing.
"Though spring is approaching, it's cold in the morning and evening."
While exhaling white breath, transfer Imosuke from the branch of the herbal tree to his shoulder. And as I proceeded by the pond, I knelt down and held the dangolows on the ground in my hand.
Thanks to the lights in the living room, you can see well even if the sun is not rising.
"Traveling at last"
On the banks of the pond, Zaratan carries three heavy horseback riding "Heavy Lancers" on his back. The long "Ozasa" does not ride, but stands at the head of the herd on the shore.
The turtle looked at me and nodded, slowly offshoring in the back.
"Heh, you're using less wave magic"
What taught me was the imosque on my shoulder. Sure, if you ask me, there's hardly a wave standing.
When he turns quietly, he swims off the coast.
"Be safe."
I guess I accidentally got these words because of a previous life.
"To the Lobster."
"Amen."
The families also imitate. The place of sailing drop-off became, in an instant, like a construction site or factory.
Zalatan unfolds his magic formation around him without looking back. It's time to sink into the bright, blue formation.
And he disappeared from the pond without standing one wave.
Far northwest from Wang Du, the Spirit Forest. To the north of the world tree, there is a large lake.
Magic formations were now beginning to be drawn in thin blue light on the dark waters before dawn.
The top half of the turtle-like head and part of the armor appeared on the water at the same time as completion. There are three large four-legged warcraft on the Kohlo, leaning against each other to dislike the water.
(It's okay, Souda)
Turtle-shaped Great Spirit Beast Zaratan moves his eyes in a critical position on the water and checks his surroundings.
Attention is paid to the Elf water intake tower on the south shore. From the lighting that floats in the dark, I can't feel any movement in particular.
(detached retail carana)
The place you are now is near the north bank of Spirit Lake. I was worried about the light of the magic formation, but they seemed to notice it because of the distance.
A giant turtle two hundred meters long, but the majority of it is under the water. Nor are the waves generated during the metastasis so great thanks to magic.
"Deja, Row Kuzo"
Speak up to the heavily horsed Heavy Lancers on their backs and swim out to shore.
Zalatan was satisfied with the results of the exercise when he was able to make contact without letting one head fall.
"Niiga Shendala, Surfacing Sul"
Tell the landed heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers" to retreat immediately. Start diving as you move offshore.
I plan to lurk at the bottom of the lake so that I don't stand out during the day.
Heavy Lancer, three heavy horseback riders looking up at the eastern sky after seeing a tortoise sinking beneath the water.
I may have started treading lightly but I couldn't wait to get brighter.
The sun rising high in the sky indicates that it is now noon.
An atmospheric restaurant facing the central square of Wangdu. Sitting in that window seat, I was looking forward to the food being brought.
(Come quickly)
Me reading Sleeping Information magazine on the couch after I dropped Zaratan off. When I saw the article on the sign menu in this store, it moved my mind.
(Thinly sliced beef cooked with red wine, tomatoes, onions, vanilla, etc.) I guess it's like hashed beef)
The moment I thought that, the words in my brain burst.
(Hayashi Rice!)
In me, hashed beef is the same as hayashi rice. In other words, if you eat this dish, you may be able to miss the taste of previous life.
(For lunch today, this store)
Immediate determination would also be impossible.
(Whoa, here I come)
What arrived without waiting was a brown stew served in a deep dish. And two loaves of bread on a plate.
The fragrance that rises with the hot air is almost as imagined.
(It's not rice, but the culture is different)
Paella, risotto, grilled rice, etc. Cuisine with rice also exists and is preferred in this world.
But there are very few things called cooked white rice.
As a cooking method, they're not very popular.
(The food preference is due to the large part of the habit)
From my experience wandering around in my previous life, I think so.
'Cause this one tastes better! Eat it and you'll find out.'
Even if you push it into the other person's mouth with absolute confidence, reactions like 'good' don't come back first.
A little face, but most of them spit it out on the side.
"Interesting flavor."
If you say so, of all successes.
Choose one that is likely to suit their preferences and arrange it further. Still, it would be a small part of it to be accepted.
(The assertion that 'this one's good' is the flip of 'Your place tastes bad')
If you think it's good and you force it, even fights can happen. Cross-cultural communication can be difficult.
"I'll have it."
With anticipation and anxiety, one mouth first.
(Ho)
It has a slightly stronger flavour of red wine, but you can call it hashed beef. The flavour is well balanced, and I think this menu is a hit.
(Good thing it's not a world with distant tastes)
Smile and spoon back and forth as you give thanks. What you see goes down.
When I noticed, the white bottom of the plate appeared.
(I'm done eating)
A long time to eat. It would have been a gentleman's speed.
If you look around, the customers are still eating. I couldn't help but laugh.
Seat in the back a little further from there. The guests sitting there, like Tauro, pound their tongues on the hashed beef.
(um, good)
A large, magnificent man with a satisfying nod and a Kaisel mustache. Though the store is crowded, he is the only one sitting at a table for six.
(If it's a little more spectacular, there's nothing like it.)
Peel the whole bread and talk to yourself as you dip.
I like hashed beef and have been going through it a lot lately. But it's always this seat that guides me.
The central square facing the store is not visible, nor is it similarly visible from the square.
(inevitable)
I'm not going to complain just because I know my reputation. But unfortunately, there will be no choice.
"Have a treat, it was delicious."
A magnificent man who finishes his meal and leaves the store with a satisfied look.
Sometimes he is dressed in private clothes, and no one notices that he is the Knights Commander of the Knights of the Kingdom.
"Thank you"
A wide back that receives the clerk's voice and leaves the store slowly.
Not wearing a pilot's uniform is his own consideration. But even if it were known, there would be a small number of people connected to the two names.
For there are not so many who know even their status.
(Should I be happy or sad?)
It was the chef who knew it that got his head out of the kitchen. I think I'm staring at the entrance to the disappeared store on my back.
High praise from a prominent figure: the Knights of the Kingdom Knights. Normally, you can't be unhappy.
But those two names didn't make the complications go away.
A heavily tilted day illuminates the pleasure streets from the west.
One of your three houses, Jaanne, one of the finest whorehouses in Wangdu. In that playroom bed, I slept with my hands around Teaching Light Inspector's shoulder.
"Well, are you traveling to the East?"
Teaching light patrol teacher says, from a distance enough to hit his nose. It's a conversation with a head on the same pillow, a guy called Pillow Talk.
"I'm just sending in dignitaries, like, a week."
When I finished lunch and showed my face to the Merchant Alliance, the Santa Claus deputy guild manager told me.
"Escorts from the King's Capital to the capital of the Eastern Country and the city of the Bishop"
The method is the same as the last time I went to the Holy City. Something about going with you to a golem carriage.
The departure date is undetermined, but not so far ahead, he said.
"I can go to all kinds of places and I envy you"
Teaching the light patrol teacher to narrow his eyes and cheek at me while saying so.
Visit today, already done. I enjoy the talk the rest of the time.
(But I guess it's okay)
Teaching light patrol teacher these days, a little strange. I feel like I have more time to blur.
(Is the cause still 100 days old?)
You blame me almost every day until you can't stand up. Not surprisingly, the damage that doesn't cut through is accumulating.
I remember playing earlier while enjoying the scent of Teaching Teacher Light Inspector's hair.
'... Master Tauro, it's a little too intense'
I enjoyed it as much as I always did, and such protests came.
If my beloved teacher told me to eat up my teeth, I'd have to change my policy, too.
Loosen the rhythm of the hips and transfer the force point to a massage with fingers and palms. Then this time I twist my face and twist myself, while saying the opposite.
'I'm in trouble. Don't be so gentle.'
Difficult order. But to answer the question from the teacher, it's the godchild who answers. Pay close attention and continue in the meantime or so.
But my skill was still immature.
'No! No! I don't like it! Hate!'
They've fallen out of the range of your choice, and the tension is vertical rise with the afterburner ignited.
Teaching light patrol teacher screaming and screaming while holding my head.
Shit, it's an emergency stop.
I can't wait to be banned from going in and out. When stopped immediately, the instructional light patrol teacher rests his composure by placing for a few seconds.
But he was also dissatisfied, and now he sneered silently.
It pained the need for further training as it began to move again.
"I don't feel like I'm traveling that much."
Me getting back from the recap and continuing the conversation.
Return Reply Teaching on my chest plate Dr. Light patrol gently draws the letter 'of' with his fingers.
"Weren't you going all over the kingdom with the exorcism of Warcraft?"
I spoke in a bedtime story about an old lady, Old Lady, riding east, west, north, south, west, and running to the extermination of the warcraft in the streets.
Teaching Patron Light was listening to it in an interesting way.
(He traveled in martial arts training, but it's basically a king's capital)
Even if you go out on the 23rd, it would be a fine trip from Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"... don't you think it's nice to line up your shoulders and exorcise the Warcraft with you?
Teaching Patrol Light to narrow his eyes and smile. Its warm and gentle charm makes my throat squeak unexpectedly.
(Maybe the Knights talked to me)
Someone who seems to have the talent of a pilot. Among the things I told Cornell was the name of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
(If you can be a pilot and work together in a merchant guild, that's great indeed)
But we only have one knight, so we'll be using it in turns. Unfortunately, shoulder to shoulder.
But I dare not say such a thing, and I answer with a little blush.
"That's great."
Teaching my words, Inspector Light smiled even harder.
The sun fell on the western ridge for a long time. Only the light of the moon and the stars illuminates the forest of the Spirit.
Grass and mushrooms shine pale by the ground. Drifting brightly through the air would be a warcraft or a spiritual beast.
"Modotta"
Bulls and noses are the heavily riding Heavy Lancers. This is the north bank of Spirit Lake.
Leaving for a little while, only the upper half of the giant turtle head floats slightly offshore.
One heavy horseback rider, Heavy Lancer, stepped forward and reported their achievements to Zaratan.
"Inai"
Turn down and shake the corner sideways many times unfortunately.
Although I tried running around from sunrise to sunset, they couldn't find a crowd of twisted corners (capricorns).
Only a few young males, acting alone, were there. They said they weren't invited by Heavy Lancer on heavy horseback.
(wandering young people (nomad) dana)
Nodding, the turtle thinks. Males who start maturing leave the herd and start fighting to have their own herd.
It was only natural to refuse the offer of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse who invites him to go where he has no other companion.
"Hum?"
When I'm thinking about closing my eyes, the calling voice of Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse rider. I hear you still have something to report.
When asked, they found a small but heavy riding herd of Heavy Lancers on their way to find twisted corners (capricorns).
"Rendezvous promotion citehadowda?
Zaratan to propose.
I remember the Lord telling General Dangolow, 'If there's anything else you can bring'. Instead of a twisted angle (capricorn), it would be better than leaving your back empty.
But Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse riding in front of him, shakes the corners left and right, just like he did earlier.
No, Dattanoka.
Abalone surfaced, the heavily horsed "Heavy Lancers" of the unfortunately skinny herd. He remembered who he was before and asked if he could come with us.
So I look deep down, and I snort like I can't get through it.
"Soleha Shame Dattana"
A tortoise that speaks like a laborer.
The head of the other herd, Sasa, was alert and intimidated by the dew. Says he hung on to getting rid of him.
(Group Re Takeover Warrel, Saw Stuttano Camo Chirenu)
It is the same heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" from Zaratan, but if the herd is different, it seems to be a lot of trouble.
"How To Ga Armai"
I just did it.
When I tell him to ride because I'm leaving, one of the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancers begins to insist hard.
"I'll spend the night here and go look again tomorrow. You Can't Go Back Without Outcomes'
The contents were as such. But Zaratan doesn't admit it.
"General Dangolow Ni Shue"
In one word, heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer grew up.
If you look at the south shore, the water intake tower lights are on. What came through as a wave was signs of movement.
"Chizukareta Youda"
Fortunately, there is a distance from the south shore. You'll be able to transfer the giant doll before it arrives.
The tortoise urges him to hurry up and ride the armor.
"Deja Row Kuzo"
Offshore more carefully than when you came, deploying the magic formation somewhat offshore.
He sank himself into it.
Water intake tower that supplies water inside the elves.
From here, which is also a fortress that monitors the Spirit Lake, a Class C knight sets off by sewing darkness.
The purpose is to investigate. I felt a blur in the woods that were supposed to be quiet.
(Nothing)
Through a forest trail and out on the shore near the north shore.
But there was nothing moving there, and there were just multiple footprints of a large warcraft on the beach.
Perhaps the herd came and even drank water. Maybe I took a bath or something.
(Heavy Lancer on a heavy horseback.)
Bend one side of your mouth with a bitter look, elf pilot. For some reason this morning, heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers and others are running around the woods.
Recently, we were all frowning because we had lost sight of each other and were relieved.
(It would be tough if Heavy Lancer, a heavy horse, was seen playing in the lake, even though there were complaints from the inside that the water quality was falling)
In the cockpit, deepen your worries on your frowny face.
"What are you doing! Don't let the drinking water bottle get dirty by the Warcraft or something!
From the inside, there will come a great chorus of protest and reprimand.
(Advise up and beat it out of the lake perimeter even tomorrow)
That's what I thought as I exhaled heavily.