King's capital after sunset. It would be darker than usual because of the thicker rain clouds that covered the sky.
The rain, which began to fall in the afternoon, gradually gained strength and beat the cobbles relentlessly.
The sound was clearly heard in the ears of the grass-fed mechanic in the knight's hangar.
(Exactly today, I want to go home)
A herbivore mechanic who stops by the window and sees what's going on outside.
The thin young man on this line lives in the mall with his family. Just follow the main street in front of you, west.
But the rain was making me feel better.
(You don't like walking home. Use a golem carriage)
All night yesterday, and outdoors.
Winter nights cold take away a lot of health. I want to take a bath, eat, and sleep slowly.
The minded herbivore mechanic turns to Old Lady to clean up the inspection tools.
And I thought about the results of the examination that I hung from yesterday to today.
(Same no matter how many times I check. Traces of auxiliary magic formations are no longer clean)
To the multiplier, a control aid. There are various types of auxiliary magic formations, and mounting more than one of them makes it easier for knights to handle them strongly.
But Tauro has more magic and exceptional magic manipulation than people, and he doesn't need them.
"Wouldn't you rather be in the way"
That's what I've been thinking. But on the knight's body, there are traces of cuts, holes, etc.
And this is not covered by restorative magic. Even if it is installed in the repair magic unit Dock and the magic is flushed, the machining unit is set to remain intact.
(Not just this time)
Short wand "Wand" or wand "Stuff" thrown on the floor. What floats behind his brain picking them up is the figure of Old Lady, an old lady who wore out only her armor.
I infiltrated a nest underground to exterminate the Hell Bee Hell Diver, when I was caught in an unexplained explosion there.
The old lady, Old Lady, did not use the restorative magic formation Doc, but consumed the magic left in the cavalry to repair herself.
(Even then, the old wounds on the record had disappeared)
It's not a mistake to put on the checklist, or a mistake in my memory. The restorative magic team Doc did not detect any traces of processing that could not be cured during the next inspection.
(After all, it's the old lady Old Lady.)
From a herbivore's point of view, Tauro is a brilliant pilot blessed with magic and tonality. But it's nothing more.
On the other hand, the old lady Old Lady has been an active knight for over three hundred years, with no record, but thus many mysteries.
The incredible things happen can be seen as due here.
(Because he's a civilian B-class knight. Haven't you ever had a magical pilot on board?)
Compared to the Knights of the Kingdom and others, the Knights of the Merchant Guild are far inferior. That doesn't bring together any good pilots.
(So until now, I didn't know anything strange)
Somehow I felt the story connected and shrugged my shoulders just a little bit.
(All right)
Finish putting the tool back in place and make sure there is no shortage. Look back and see the old lady (Old Lady) again.
(Technically, I can't dig any deeper. We need to find another way)
What I came up with was an investigation into the origins of the old lady Old Lady. At the same time, however, there is a wrinkle between the brows.
(Literature survey? But first, what materials should I look for)
It was an inexperienced realm for him, the rational one at the root.
"Well, later is later. Leave it to yourself tomorrow."
Speak up, go outside the hangar. Catch a guest-waiting golem carriage at the East Gate and get inside.
Trying to tell him where he was going, he cruised too close.
"... please go to the pleasure zone"
I changed my mind and told him the name of a junior whorehouse. It is my first favorite store of my life.
Is it because of all night and fatigue or because of the smell of rain again? My groin suddenly became stiff.
(May you stay)
As far as he knows, the only woman who would be happy to serve as his opponent. And he prayed unto the God of commerce, thinking of the son of Sobacus, who knitted three redheads.
Pass in front of the store and home and continue through Central Square onto the streets of Pleasure Street. Enter the back street on the way and arrive at your destination.
(to someone, what if they were nominated first)
A herbivore mechanic who is pushed back by a common rush and becomes naturally fast paced. This lobby is not huge, so even from near the entrance you can see the chick beds well.
(There he is!
You must have noticed that over there. Stretch your spine and float the alkaic smile, the red-haired three-knit sobacus girl.
A gentle grin is shaped on the mouth, but the eyes are different. "Nominate me," he says, strongly appealing.
"Are you sure it's her?
The old concierge asks with a sales smile before the grass mechanic opens his mouth. Watching him snort, he gently snarls his fingers toward the chick bed.
That's all the red-haired girl gets up to jump out of her seat.
"You're here! Thanks."
My colleagues at the chick stand warmly watching as they hugged and swayed the three braids in front of the counter.
A herbivore mechanic is quickly led to the tub when he enters the playroom and takes off his clothes.
The three redhead braids are also completely naked and enter the hot tub to face each other.
"Were you up all night yesterday? Oh, my God."
Wash your body while generating bubbly clouds, hanging words like labor.
After staring seriously at him, the girl placed a folded towel on the edge of the hot tub and urged him to put his head on.
"Stay still, 'cause I'm gonna shave my beard"
Three red hair braids with a razor applied to the mustache with stretched potatoes and carefully moved. Since the surroundings are surrounded by foam, it is essential for shaving cream.
The herbivore exhaled slowly from his half-open mouth as his eyes narrowed as his modest chest rose and fell.
I'll come back to life.
Sink your body in the water and relax. But only the periscope cracks the foam and puts its head out onto the water.
'It's a week's shake,' said the herbivore mechanic, who was seen in the three redhead braids.
"Well, it's not too bad to keep you waiting."
When I take my hands out of the tub and take them out, I rinse the foam off in the shower and wipe them off so that I tap them gently with the bath towel.
Head, chest, hips and a bath towel to go down. I was kneeling down and letting the other tibia pump water into the fabric, and the three redhead braids raised their voices.
"My toenails, they're stretched. You have to hang up."
When I let him sit on the edge of the bed, he knitted three redheads on both knees on the carpet. I started taking care of my patin as it was.
"I don't know why I cut my fingernails."
While he switches his toes, he snaps his neck and speaks to himself.
The reason is that the herbivore is also an artisan. It can't be stretched because of its fine hand work.
"Yes, done"
Three redhead braids with nail clippers back in their handbags and hands washed stand in front of a herbivore mechanic as they dazzle their eyes.
"Well, let's have fun. to each other."
He says so and pushes it down, crossing it up with a look full of expectations.
Put one hand on the non-relaxed part of the herbivore and quietly lower your back to go. Just into the roots, the three redhead braids exhaled deeply.
Next, the girl starts to move her hips slowly back and forth.
"Can I come up?
I wonder how long it's been. When the mouth of the three redhead braids was half-opened and the eyes half-eyed, a herbivore mechanic asked from the bottom.
On the face of the fine surface, there is a bitterness that allows something to be done.
(Coming)
The red-haired three-knit girl thinks.
I had a feeling the time was approaching when my ankles were gripped by a man's hand.
(It's okay, because I'm ready and my body is ready)
The red-haired Sobacus girl moves her jaw tip vertically with half an eye.
"Uoah!
At the next moment, a herbivore mechanic lifts her ankles high and pulls them over all at once. Of course it stays connected.
"Ohh! Ohh!
The man, whose contents only turned into an animal man, barks and pounds his hips hard.
Sudden and abusive blame is the reason why access is forbidden. Honestly, it's also tough for knitting three redheads.
But he had a charm far beyond that.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh!"
A herbivorous mechanic who spits out thoughtfully, along with a wolf-like howl.
Shortly afterwards, the three redheads were knitted too, turning the whole body bright red and screaming.
"Ahhhhh! What is this today?
She is called 'alcoholic' by her colleagues. You can't drink alcohol at all, but instead you have the unique sensibility to taste the extracts of guests released in your body as' booze '.
And the herbivore mechanic is for her, a customer who offers the best liquor ever.
(Because of the dawn all night? Or because you're tired? a very crusty flavor)
It's like gin.
(What the hell, how many repertoires are there?
Uncle Whiskey, Grandpa Champagne, etc., each person has their own liquor. But there's only one kind.
But this young man, who drifts his coveted hips over himself, is not. Your health, mood, etc. changes the taste amazingly.
(Even the liquor store in Wangdu can't offer this many products)
Plus, it's all about the strong degrees she prefers.
(... wow this works)
Skip your gaze to the ceiling with a lucid look and taste the gin with your lower tongue. Diluted in the saliva below and swallowed, the back of my throat got hot.
(Unique, but this is also delicious)
But the unstoppable stimulus drew the mind that was floating in the universe back to the body.
(Ugh, hey, you still keep coming out? A lot, a lot. It's because it's a week long)
It's normal to do double straights, chicken in a glass. But now it's a situation where you're getting a bottle of gin stuck in your throat, your nose blocked and you're being drunk.
No, it's too thick, it's too much.
I think so with my head, but I don't listen to her lower throat. Drink it up as it is poured, and even suck the mouth of the bottle wondering if it won't answer more.
"NOOO, OOOO!
To that reaction, the beast man twists himself to squeeze out the toothpaste and pours it into the last drop.
The alcoholic child realized his consciousness was smeared to go.
"... ugh"
This is the breath of a herbivore mechanic whose light of reason returned to his eyes.
Below is the body of the alcoholic child. It is all sweaty and stained bright red like boiled.
(I kept coming out scared myself)
Pull your body out slowly and sit back on the bed. Feels like my hips are falling out.
I have no experience other than her with the feeling that you can smoke the bottle greedily.
(I knew this kid felt good)
Watch the alcoholic child repeatedly breathe rough as he falls asleep in the big letters. My eyes are wide open but not in focus.
(But I can't believe it's empty in one go)
The number of shots fired has decreased since the alcoholic child was able to deal with him. Because of the increase in the amount per dose for being sucked.
By reducing it from more than 10 times to three or four times, the bullet runs out before health. Thanks to this, I don't fall asleep right now.
But I've never seen anything like it today.
(Is it because I was hoarding? Or is it caused by the dawn all night)
I don't know the area.
Blurred and thought-provoking, the sleigh and the alcoholic child also rise.
(Ah, angry)
Staring eyes and tightly drawn lips. I have no doubt.
I guess I just overdid it.
"No hoarding! I don't want it to be too much."
A herbivore mechanic who is blamed for the harsh tone and inadvertently shrugs his shoulders.
He seemed happy to let it out, so he stuck around. I haven't even handled myself this past week.
"It's important to enjoy the right amount in moderation!
Alcoholic kid who keeps his face close all the time. So soften your expression and change your tone to something gentle.
"So from now on, come at least once every three days."
I lay my lips from the front as I said so. A herbivorous mechanic who snorts desperately, making it black and white to surprise.
His working methods will be greatly reformed.
In the heart of the Spirit Forest stands the 'World Tree', a giant tree over a thousand meters high.
As the world tree is a magic callout to the world, it would be more correct to describe the forest as spreading around this tree.
"The magic that circulates on a global scale radiates to the surface world through the world tree"
This is the view of the High Elves, who have been studying the world tree for years.
The magic that continues to be unleashed from the world tree spreads to the sky and eventually descends to the entire surface.
To the ground, to the surface, magic that descended while absorbing various attributes. It will eventually sink into the depths of the earth, and after distracting years, it will again radiate from the world tree as pure magic.
"The World Tree belongs to the Elves"
The Elves who proclaim so and claim the entire forest of the Spirit as their territory.
Inside it was at the foot of the world tree, and the hall where the High Elves, a group of Elves leaders, gathered, was set near the ground of the trunk of the world tree.
"I tried to beat both the beasts, but they drove me back."
One of the high elves gathered in the conference room spills in a tone like, oh man.
"Scared by just a few screaming arrows (screaming arrows) and fled without reaching them."
Another high elf exhales loudly as she shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head left and right.
The air drifting into the conference room is not as strong as anger. Does it feel like I can't block my open mouth?
"Without Damage, Deal Damage to Imperial Army"
Though we intended to do that and tried to drive the great warcraft south, the results are far below expectations.
A screaming arrow (screaming arrow) that made just a loud noise. When it was struck in a row, it returned to the Spirit Forest with its heel.
"You eat useful grass on your own, it doesn't help. What do they exist for?"
Tell the thick, frowning high elf who is absurd to speak, so that the high elf on his shoulder can be nagged.
"It only does harm uselessly, which is why it's called a vicious beast. I hoped we were wrong."
Turned to the Imperial Army was a warcraft similar to a goat called 'Twisted Horn (Capricorn)'. You can say it's a big one because it will be as tall as fourteen meters.
It is regarded as a harmful warcraft because it prefers grass that becomes a raw material for magic materials and potions.
"Take this opportunity to drive them out of the Spirit Forest and crush them as they do damage to the Imperial Army"
It was expected to be one stone and two birds that left my thoughts greatly removed.
"When I didn't have to look at him, I was hoping."
A high elf with a disgusting eyebrow and exhaling breath.
The corners of the torsional angle (capricorn) bend irregularly enough to make you wonder if the disease is the cause.
Actually, it's not, but a lot of people find it disgusting. In fact, most of the elves don't even like to put it in sight.
"I butt in when I have to, eating up the beneficial grass with an ugly look. It's quite unusual for people who can't use it so far."
Many snort at the high elves on their shoulders, sighing.
"If only it were a heavy horse riding" Heavy Lancer ". They're stupid, but they can only push."
Another high elf word also raised a voice of endorsement.
If you were to hit the Imperial Army, it would be far more than a torsional horn (capricorn). This time, however, they were unable to find quite a herd.
"I don't know if it's limited to when it seems useful. Is that exactly what you said about the beast?"
To the high elf of his shoulder bending his mouth sarcastically, the mockery of consent spread.
The chancellor also laughs at the edge of his mouth and sees an old man as thin as a dead tree.
(Don't you think it's a big deal)
At the end of his gaze that high elf kept scraping his nails with yasles with his ridiculous expression.
By the way, the old lady who always sits next door is not for personal use.
"Hasn't the Knights captain been disappointed?
I guess you thought the same as the chancellor. A high elf asks.
The old man, lean as a dead tree, is the Knight Commander of the Elf Knights. And he is a high-elf warrior.
They thought if they found out about the operation's failure, they'd be the first to make a fuss.
"Hmm."
Skinny as a dead tree, the high elves stop taking care of their nails and hang their weight on their backs. And I opened my mouth, which was diagonal.
"I didn't originally expect anything from Warcraft or anything like that. I thought it was a pleasure, but it wasn't a pleasure."
Most of all, I glance at the chairman nastyly.
"You could have shot both the twisted horns. If I'd blown two or three of his legs off, the rest would have died."
A skinny knight captain, like a dead tree, laughs up and down.
"Are you willing to pollute the land of the Spirit Forest with the blood of a wretched warcraft?"
Many high elves snort at the chancellor returning a harsh gaze.
The Knights Leader does not erase the Niyaniya laughter. "Both the weak and the weak," even if they didn't say it in their mouths, they had a big book on their faces.
"Now, what are we going to do? You want to hit me again? Or is that the outing of my Elf Knights?
Saying, the Knights captain blows his fingertips all the time and flies the sharpening cusp into space. The high elf in that direction looked annoying.