Under the refreshing blue sky of spring, I walk towards the East Gate of Wang Du.
Due to the early hours of the morning, there are still not many people on the street. The shopkeeper cleaned the boulevard in the mall.
(Well, I wonder what happened to the old lady, The Old Lady)
A knight's practice area in Wangdu North. So I was uncomfortable with the old lady Old Lady after the renovation.
The herbivore who heard the complaint went into the investigation and the result is today.
"Good Morning"
Arrive at the Knight Hangar of the Merchant Alliance. Greet and listen to the thin youth of the line.
"There are no anomalies... Switch to normal operation today."
It's an atmosphere I don't seem convinced of yet, but I guess reality pushed my back. His work as a merchant guild knight had accumulated.
(The Knights of the Kingdom also carry out the exorcism of the Warcraft in the streets. But it's just one hassle. And it's not a good time)
Winter was almost over and the sun began to grow and warm. The Warcraft will also go with more activity.
"Okay. Now let's move on to the selection process."
Pick up the hasty one from the requisition in the unprocessed box in the office. From among them, choose what you think is reasonable.
One of them stopped in my eyes and I spoke to the herbivore with the paperwork in my hand.
"Dessert ghost exorcism, how about this?
A dessert ghost is a warcraft that lives in the desert of the northeast of the king's capital. He dives into the sand and perceives and attacks the vibrations walking up.
Try to be a caravan on the route across the desert, nothing but a threat.
"... right. Dessert Ghost won't need a team of supportive adventurers."
There are many parts that rely on adventurers, such as informing nearby residents, directing evacuations, and collecting more drops. That's why we decided to work many days ago and meet up locally.
But this time, you don't have to.
(Nobody lives in the desert, and drops are unpopular)
Materials obtained by defeating Warcraft. It is about carcasses and wreckage, but in the case of dessert ghosts, a balance ball with ivo.
It is about two meters in diameter and often contains several smaller pieces inside.
I tried to bring it back last time, but unfortunately it was discarded with no value.
"Let's do that. Mr. Tauro, you can go anytime soon."
That's a herbivore mechanic. At the same time as the inspection was complete, they were ready to deploy.
Nodding hard, he boards the cockpit deflecting the wooden ladder.
"Well, I'll come."
Tell the youth while they wait for the giant gateway for knights to open. External audio is used, but the chest armor remains bounced up.
"If you feel unusual, please come back soon!
I nodded loudly as I put my hands against my mouth and shouted back, closing my chest and leaving.
(All right, arrival)
In the vicinity of Wangdu, Old Lady walked the streets and hung an old lady hover on her way. Now, without taking too long, we reach the southern edge of the desert in the northeast.
I look around with the eyes of a knight, but nothing but a series of dunes.
(... Is that an evacuation shed?)
Discover the slightest shadow in a sea of sand that reflects the sun. I wonder if it's a person or a golem horse, and expand the optical correction magic formation in front of me.
When I gazed at the telescope, I saw a stone hut.
(Are you even suppressing the dizziness of the pneumonia? You're too competent)
With admiration, I think of a thin young man with a fortunately thin line.
"The truth is, I wanted to go to the Knights of the Kingdom."
I used to say that when I drank with him.
I only know Merchant Guild, but I wonder if a grass-fed mechanic can do enough with the Knights of the Kingdom to get there.
(Like me, maybe there was a reason I couldn't get in)
Think so, regain consciousness.
If you check the perimeter further with the knight's eyes, you can see another cabin far away.
(Just the cabin. nothing else)
The stone huts are set up little by little, and the caravans pass them on and cross the desert. When you encounter a warcraft or a sandstorm, you hide yourself.
If you're not on the route connecting the cabin, you can assume there's no caravan.
(Old lady, great to see how Old Lady is doing)
In that you don't need to worry about your surroundings, the desert is better than the knight's training ground.
This is also where I chose to be in the experimental land when I came up with a continuous journey on the hover.
(It was fun then)
It is a great jump, sometimes using sand dunes, as it is called a practice, which runs between sand dunes into the S-shapes.
(Intimate full check of the herbivore mechanic, no abnormalities. Even if it is the view of the Tortoise, use it until the D-rank)
Professionals and wisdom bags made me feel better, you shouldn't have to worry. So I'll try everything I can to be forgiven.
"Disease treatment, D-rank!
Scream to the scenery and activate the magic. As pleasant as it feels, magic builds up in the old lady Old Lady without any resistance.
It's just a matter of feeling that I didn't treat my injuries.
"Full hover!
A magical formation of wind magic set near the calves of the old lady Old Lady. The fierce wind that broke out there slams the ground along skirted armor.
Skirt-shaped armor that changes direction by causing it to take a slight bending position. The wind blowing diagonally backwards brought great thrust to the knight's giant.
"Ugh."
Me being pushed against the back of a chair and leaking my voice. Unlike cars and motorcycles, acceleration will continue forever.
When the plane takes off, it could be similar.
"Yo! Holy shit!
Snake away from the sand dunes while the old man makes a stinking noise. Since the speed range is higher than before, the steering difficulty is also out of step.
Unsuppressed and overwhelmed the understeer, he scrapes the dunes and winds them up into the sky in abundance.
(Don't let the response get behind you)
If this has been a spinning competition for skiing, this is a big spin or downhill. The speed is fast but not easy to turn around.
Lessons learned. Knock it in the head.
(All right, over the dunes next)
Imagine a jumping competition, stepping over the top of a dune and dancing out into space. But it didn't go the way I thought it would.
(What the fuck?
in the air and turned backwards.
(Because there are no ski boards or stabilizing wings!
It was far-fetched.
Nature is still tough. The water flows from high to low, even with a slight inclination.
There is no such thing as forgiveness or generally.
(Pain)
The old lady, Old Lady, stuck me in the sand from the head while I was on reflection.
(Yo, look)
I shake my lower body many times and manage to pull out the cavalry and get up. The upside down posture is painful, even for a short time.
(I've been thinking about letting thrust fly or something, but you can't keep doing this)
I can't do anything to control my posture with a hover on my leg. You'll need a motor nerve comparable to that of a bird.
Romance still stands tall in the distance.
(Fair enough. I just had another goal in my life)
Turn the face of the old lady "Old Lady" to the clear blue sky as she scratches off the sand in the gap of armor.
"One day I'll be a knight, flying around the big sky"
The dream was a moment of clear recognition.
(mumbles)
Shortly afterwards, he felt the sand at his feet thrive, retreating with one shot of hover.
A sand fang protruding from the ground stretches to a height of about ten meters and collapses away.
(Out, dessert ghost!
Balance balls with Iboivo use sand as a weapon.
I feel the old lady's Old Lady move stopped, and she must have attacked me.
(Just what I want! Let me fulfill the norm)
It was me who had the wand "Rifle" set up while moving sideways in the hover.
From the desert area northeast of Wangdu, straight east. Crossing the border, there is a scenic hot spring town there.
To stone houses, cobbled streets, small but curved arch bridges to it. All well maintained would be an indication of the richness of the residents' nostalgia.
But there is no country in this land that extends the hand of domination.
"The Valley of Lilies"
Called by its name, this valley is home to the international Knights of Mercenaries, the Lily Knights.
In a different sense than a golden building or an open-air bath, it's Kinjitsu Yuike.
"Thank you for everything. Yes, by evening."
The time is before noon. A golem carriage is parked in the street along the river and a big old man with a nose who has finished loading his clothes bows his head.
This is how he walks around the house every day, running a cleaner. It was quite treasured due to the large number of single and working women.
"For today's sake, is this the place"
Many white cloth bags, piled with mountains on the carrier. Watch it and narrow your little eyes satisfactorily.
Lily Knights is made up of women only, but it is not forbidden for men to enter or leave the Lily Valley.
There were also a few who lived here like him and worked with jobs in their hands.
(It's a nice place)
The greenery of the mountains that began to bud and the fresh water flowing through the centre of the valley. Sigh with eyes on the landscape.
Unfortunately, the male population does not increase.
"It's just women, so it should be."
With such expectations in mind, few men visit the land.
"If you look for a job, you'll find it soon, and you're a man, but therefore super privileged"
"If you drink in a liquor store, a rich woman of your age will send you a big wave of autumn waves."
But the fantasy is quickly smashed.
This is the "blooming valley of lilies". The women are not interested in men in the first place.
You can walk around the valley waiting for a number, but you won't hear from anyone.
(I expect too much odd)
Nod, men who leave with disappointment. How much have you seen that back before?
He himself is not interested in the women themselves. For that reason, I didn't know how to feel about one thing right now.
(Oops, I can't do this. We need to get back to the workshop soon.)
A big old man with a nose who notices the sun increasing in altitude and climbs onto your table. Credit for the delivery date, no reason to delay.
He shook the reins gently, causing the Golem carriage to start walking quietly.
"This and this"
In a warehouse-like building, the big-nosed old man throws in one laundry after another, talking to himself.
This is his laundry workshop. I'm in the middle of sorting right now.
I have no employees because I am a single parent. The only thing that can help me is magic.
"Again, I just hung the money"
Arm up and look satisfied are the three magic formations shining on the floor.
This activates the magic of water, wind and fire. Two large swirls of water and wind floating in the air were leaping the laundry inside.
"I didn't know I'd be able to do it until I folded it"
That's the factor that made me decide to renew my magic formation.
What you see in your eyes is the appearance of clothes that move themselves from the vortex to the vortex and fold themselves squarely as if they were willing.
"It was worth the debt. Really."
I remember those days when I was folding with a blue face looking at the clock, feeling smudged. I won't go back.
"Payments are tough, but if we keep going like this, we'll figure it out. Besides, I was able to make time."
Laundry does magic, so his job is sales and delivery, plus about money teller.
"All right, in this precious time, we have to do what we have to do."
On the table, a mountain of laundry. They are shirts and underwear that are left in sorting.
It will be unique to the valley of lilies to shamelessly let these things out.
"Physical Education in Women's Universities"
The atmosphere is close to this. It's like letting juniors and managers do laundry.
"Hmm."
A glance at Koyama takes you to the top T-shirt. And when he drew it to his own face, he lifted his nose to the underarm area.
"... well, it only smells like perfume"
With a look that doesn't seem interesting, throw it into the swirl of water. The swallowed t-shirt started dancing as soon as it creaked.
Shorts next. On the tip of the triangular cloth, press your nose and breathe deeply.
"Neither can this."
The expression remains irresistible.
"Instead of a day, I only wear it for half a day"
My professional experience reveals the invisible history of clothing.
But he wasn't proud of it, he just stared at the treasure on the table that was diminishing, with a sad look on his face.
"Stuffed"
My hands stopped at one dish and my voice leaked from my mouth under my big nose.
Then the anger was also exposed, knocking the little cloth into the swirl of water.
"Don't be ridiculous! I like the smell of sweat, not the smell of rotten clothes."
With fungus nesting in the back of the fabric. If you breathe a little moisture, he's the one who starts to smell like raw dry.
Horribly, even if it's corrupt, it doesn't change its appearance. There are people who don't realize it and keep wearing it.
"So is this guy. I smell the same as a rag in my underwear habits."
I guess I've accumulated in the moisture and wasted it.
'Cause mine's hard to notice.'
When the living environment is contaminated, your nose gets used to it and you don't know it. Not at all, it's a bad place.
Throw a group of rotten underwear together and reach for the next item.
"Whoa!"
Though equally loud, I won't show you how angry I am this time. Because this is the hit he was looking for.
Stimulating odors like organic solvents emitted by shorts captured the mind with a single sniff.
"Here they come! Big guy. Probably the best this year."
A bigger wave pours into the nasal cavity than expected, a voltage that goes up all at once.
Immediately disperse the intake air into small portions. Taste like a sommelier, but think about the background of the smell.
"The usage period is roughly three days. And he keeps sitting in a sweaty state."
A mixture of old and new odors, deriving the number three consecutive days from the event.
Next, from the dirt condition and the area where it is concentrated, guess the posture at use.
"Smells like this brewed liquor. The owner lived a long time ago."
Analyze the information entering through the nose and consider the various possibilities before discarding. The big nosed old man's brain in search of the truth repeats itself every time he makes a rounding choice.
"... got the answer"
What I visioned was a strip of light that plugged in from between the corners of a thick cloud.
We have arrived at an unshakeable truth that meets all conditions.
"Pilot, that's also the leader of the Lily Knights, Lily Knights. Definitely."
With his underwear pressed against his nose, he glances sharply at the user who is not here with his small eyes.
"You got out of hand after camping. Did you think no one would notice you because you're still sitting in the cockpit?
An invincible laugh, the old man with the big nose screams.
"Don't think you're gonna deceive my nose!
And shortly afterwards, he sniffs again and again with rough breaths. Again, organic solvents become habits.
"Hmm."
Let go once and snort. To too much stimulus, the mucous membrane seems to have triggered a defensive reaction.
The old man with the big nose puts the triangular cloth in the center of the table looking important and then takes the same pattern of bra in his hand.
And a sniff with a look full of expectations. But soon, it turned into something unfortunate.
"This one's not as good as the other. Still thin breasts don't sweat in the valley"
While commenting on my mind, I undress myself.
There was something worthy of my nose. If there is a belongings test, it is considered a murder weapon, a level that could be confiscated by big lovers.
If this was not the valley of lilies, it might have become popular with some women.
"This is where you take it."
When you tell the bra, keep your hands down. Pinch the nose split with fabric.
He then pressed one of his earlier intense dishes against his nose again and began to inhale.
"No, dear sister."
Keep the triangle cloth up against your nose and leak your voice as you drastically raise and lower your right hand. Drawn in my heart is a chestnut long straight, eyelashed beauty.
"It stinks so bad. My proud nose is going to bend. It's great, you."
He was highly irritating even for the old man, a goal early.
The bra gets dirty, but I'll wash it soon anyway, so no problem.
"Do me one more favor, sister. Hi."
Big nosed old man moving his bra as he breathes. Comfortable soft, slippery touch.
(I'm so glad I got this job)
The old man thinks as he leads the odorous ingredients from his nose to his lungs. If it wasn't, I don't know how I would have been distorted.
(I might have been working here stealing again)
Caught in the fragrance, chasing down women, pushing them down where they're not popular. And you take your underwear and you run away.
I might succeed at first. But with every repetition, vigilance will intensify, and the difficulty will jump.
(It's not a one-time thing.)
I have trouble with gold coins, jewelry, etc. The smell is alive, degenerate and fade over time.
In his world, it is always the future that has the best. And only at this moment, passing through the present, will the truth shine.
At the tip of my nose now, like a triangular cloth that emits scents of organic solvent.
(Glad I can monopolize it by myself, but I'm lonely too)
This time will be even more radiant if we can talk about delicacies in front of fellow citizens.
That's why the big old man with the nose wanted to increase the male population.
(Life is for a while. Don't forget yesterday's farewell, but if you don't care more about today's meeting)
Almost this cloth disappears into a swirl of water mixed with detergent. But do not grieve, do not spare.
(I'm sure in the future, we're waiting for more encounters than we have now)
So the old man with the big nose, no matter how much he likes it, doesn't get nostalgic or anything.
Always wash up perfectly when you say goodbye.
(That's what I can do, 'cause it's just one payback)
Tears flood out of his eyes thanking him for everything in his life.
That was because the commander's mighty dish made him look through his nose and his eyes.